It's hard to love a concubine

Chapter 243

Everyone knows that calling someone an actor is no different from cursing someone.

Luan Xi didn't swallow a sip of tea and almost choked, Wan Fu grabbed a peanut and threw it in his mouth overjoyed to see it, thinking to himself, tease me, still tender.

Xiuzhu, "..." Well, harmony is nothing more than an illusion, and right now they are exposing each other's secrets.

The emperor had to go to court early and got up in the early morning, so he couldn't sleep for long, but he still lay on the bed with Qian Xiyao, but neither of them felt sleepy, after all, after a long absence, there was always a lot to say.

Qian Xiyao actually wanted to ask, why did that imperial concubine come here again?Wasn't she dismissed as a lady last time?Are you pampering her again?Besides this, how many concubines are there?Dare to love that I worked hard to raise a baby outside, and you are here to enjoy the grace of a beauty, it's so unfair!
There are many, many questions, but the words can't be uttered, and the emperor is not hers alone. Isn't it normal to favor a concubine?Isn't it a joke that she needs her approval for this kind of thing?
Thinking about it this way, it seems that I shouldn't ask, but I just feel uncomfortable in my heart, and the discomfort is shown on my face, and tears start to appear in the corners of my eyes.

The emperor thought to himself, how could he become a person made of water from the beginning of pregnancy?He looked like he was about to cry at every turn, and he really felt that even dealing with those open and hidden arrows in the court was better than facing this one, because he didn't know what tricks to use at all.

Qian Xiyao called Your Majesty delicately and softly, and then looked at him with wet eyes, and saw a drop of water gathered in the corner of her eye, and then slipped down.

The emperor felt that the water beads were dripping on his heart.

The moonlight in the distance shone in through the window lattice, reflecting a shadow of trees on the floor of the gold bricks, as if covering the entire Babu bed, the emperor felt shrouded in a shadow, and the tranquility of the surrounding seemed to be limited. Hearing each other's breathing, and Qian Xiyao's heartbroken expression.

The emperor sighed several times in his heart. If he was standing now, he would just want to circle the pillar a few times, and said, "Why are you crying again? It's not good for the baby."

After hearing this, Qian Xiyao lowered her head and wiped her tears with a very aggrieved expression.

"Don't cry, I really can't do anything about you." The emperor lowered his head and took Qian Xiyao into his arms, and put his forehead against his forehead, very intimate. The assassination of King Rong is bad because he is a loyal minister. I cannot let this kind of loyal minister be chilled. His son is only 16 years old. How easy is it to support the lintel? I can only praise the noble concubine, which can be regarded as a gift to the Marquis of Xinyang An explanation from the government."

(End of this chapter)