pet addiction

Chapter 348 Marquis of Dingbei: Concubine
Yan Jinghong carried her over and put her on the couch, without waiting for Chang Qing to refuse, he lifted her hand and untied her clothes.

Chang Qing raised her head abruptly, and held down his hand, a little flustered.

Most likely, she was shy.Yan Jinghong smiled lightly: "Let me see your injury."

"It's all right now." Chang Qing grabbed Yan Jinghong's wrist, her fingertips were slightly cold, but a thin layer of sweat oozes from her palm, and her flickering eyes revealed her unnatural panic.

Yan Jinghong brushed her face comfortingly: "I'm worried," he coaxed softly, "Chang Qing, I'll just take a look, don't be afraid."

Chang Qing nodded, let go, then lowered her head, not looking into Yan Jinghong's eyes.He knew that she was shy, so he said no more, and gently untied her dress.

The white palace dress was taken off, and the inner garment slipped off her shoulders, exposing her slender collarbone, which was not like her hand holding a sword all year round. The complexion under the dress was extremely fair, but there was a finger-long scar on the shoulder armor , is a dazzling blood red.

With Liangliang's fingertips down, Yan Jinghong lightly brushed over the scar: "Does it still hurt?" He moved carefully, for fear that it would be serious.

Chang Qing raised her eyes: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

How could it not hurt, Yan Si's dagger had barbs on it, even if the superficial wound healed, the flesh would still be bloody.

After all, Chang Qing is not an ordinary woman, she never complains of pain.

The chest suddenly felt a little tight with pain, and her voice was also tense. Yan Jinghong was very distressed: "There is a scar."

Chang Qing shook her head, her light eyes were gentle, she said: "It doesn't matter."

"It's important, how can it be that it's not important." Being close to her, Yan Jinghong's eyes were densely enveloping Chang Qing, and he whispered softly, "Chang Qing, don't forget, from now on, you are not on the battlefield." General, you are not the secret guard of the Dingbei Hou Mansion, you are just Chang Qing, the woman I Yan Jinghong likes very much, you can be spoiled, you can be willful, you can wear beautiful skirts and turn into delicate clothes like all the women in the world. Makeup, do what you want, you can laugh or cry." He leaned over and kissed the scar under her shoulder, his warm lips pressed against her cool skin, "You can worry about this ugly scar."

You can be spoiled, you can be willful, you can be like all the women in the world...

No one has ever spoken to her like this, no one has ever told her, Evergreen, you can laugh, you can cry too.

The candle light flickered, Chang Qing's eyes were slightly red, she looked straight into Yan Jinghong's eyes, choked her throat, and said, "From now on, I will only be Chang Qing."

Yan Jinghong smiled lightly, rubbed her face: "Well, it's just my Evergreen."

Her eyes were a little sore, but she opened her eyes wide and nodded vigorously. She thought, just for a while, she will not be a hidden guard, not be Chi Xiuyuan's blade, not be Changqing of Dingbeihoufu, she is just Yan The startling Chang Qing is just the woman he likes, nothing more.

Seeing her nodding, Yan Jinghong smiled: "I will be able to see you every day from now on, I am so happy."

"Ah."

Chang Qing responded, she didn't like to smile on weekdays, she just raised the corners of her lips slightly, which was indeed extremely good-looking.

Yan Jinghong was in a very good mood, holding Chang Qing's hand, shaking it back and forth, his movements were childish, he smiled: "I can still hug you every day."

"En." Chang Qing nodded, very obedient.

She obeyed him more and more.

Yan Jinghong was overjoyed, hugged her waist, and moved his face closer: "Well," he paused for a moment, he was a little embarrassed, and looked away, "Then can I kiss you?" Immediately, she was dyed a thin layer of crimson, even her neck became hot, and she whispered, "Chang Qing, I want to kiss you."

She stood up abruptly, didn't even realize that she hit the desk, and quickly turned her eyes away: "I, I should sit back, people will be suspicious if I stay too long."

She spoke a little awkwardly, not as boldly as usual.Being a human being in two lives, Chang Qing still doesn't understand Fengyue, doesn't know what it is, and is reckless like an ignorant child.

Yan Jinghong took her hand, holding it tightly, reluctant to let go: "Don't care about others." His tone was a bit stubborn, he was reluctant to let her go.

Chang Qing frowned: "Others will know."

Yan Jinghong pulled her back and sat back: "Know what?"

Chang Qing pondered for a long time: "Our relationship."

Yan Jinghong's eyes lit up suddenly, and he asked with a smile, "What's our relationship?"

Chang Qing was not good at lying or speaking, so she lowered her head and did not speak.What was their relationship, she had never thought about it, she just knew that Yan Jinghong was very important, more important than anyone else in this world.

She was silent for a long time, Yan Jinghong's voice was in her ears, soft and slow, deep and pleasant: "Chang Qing, don't worry, in this life, I don't want you to be my courtier."

In her previous life, she fought on the battlefield as Yan Jinghong's courtier, Dayan's general, and Chi Xiuyuan's secret agent.

What about this life?Probably, her sword was going to be stained with blood for Yan Jinghong.

However, he said: "I don't want you to fight for me, I don't want you to be Dayan's general," he held Chang Qing's face, "I want you to be my favorite concubine."

Chang Qing looked into a pair of dark eyes, sinking and at a loss.

Due to the remoteness of the road, there was no place to rest along the way. Eunuch Chang Fu ordered to stop for a rest overnight. The three armies surrounded the imperial chariot with heavy guards waiting for it. In the middle of the night, Chang Qing did not come out of Yan Jinghong's sedan chair. .

Evergreen stayed overnight!
Whether it was the marching soldiers or the palace servants accompanying the army, they couldn't help but have some calculations, and it was even more difficult for the few women sent by the Northern Wei Dynasty to sleep peacefully.

"His Majesty Emperor Yan actually left Chang Qing in the sedan chair overnight."

The one who spoke was Wei Qingyi, the youngest from Liwang's residence in the Northern Wei Dynasty. Although he was a concubine, he was still born in the royal family after all, so he was very arrogant.

The young woman in a pink dress beside her echoed: "Chang Qing is really capable. In just one day, His Majesty has treated her differently."

This is Qi Ruo, the Seventh Miss of the Grand Tutor's Mansion. Among the several captives sent together, she is the most outstanding in terms of appearance and figure. Naturally, I have a bit of disdain for Chang Qing who was born as a maid .

"It must be the Dingbeihou's Mansion who taught well." Fang Huaichu of the General's Mansion turned to the silent woman in the corner, "Yun Miao, you are also the maid of Dingbeihou's Mansion."

Yun Miao looked up, a little timidly: "Yes."

Yun Miao was only sixteen years old, and she was very beautiful and coquettish, especially her pair of phoenix eyes, which made Fang Huaichu, who is also a woman, a little fascinated: "The rumors are true. Those of us from aristocratic families still attract attention."

Yun Miao lowered her head, with a respectful expression: "Miss Huai Chu has a great reputation."

"Yun Miao, don't be modest. If Chang Qing can win His Majesty's favor, you, my sister, will not be missing. Don't forget us."

The woman who spoke was only twelve or thirteen years old, the youngest among the prisoners, the orphan of General Liu Ping, and her name was Qingjiao.

Yun Miao responded cautiously: "Yun Miao saves it."

Compared with the indifferent Chang Qing, this Yun Miao was indeed a bit inferior, and the other five women in the sedan chair had their own schemes.

Go straight along the Caspian Sea, pass through Zhouzhou City, and the Yan army marched for more than half a month before entering the border of Dayan.For several days, Chang Qing stayed in the imperial chariot, eating and living with the emperor, what a privilege.

Only Eunuch Changfu knew that His Majesty had slept on a cold wooden board for seventeen days in his imperial chariot!
In the city of Yanjing, the common people greeted each other from ten miles away, and the alleys were empty. At the gate of the palace, all the civil and military officials of Yanjing knelt in several rows, waiting for a long time, and when the sedan chair approached, they shouted in unison: "Welcome your majesty to return after a great victory."

In the sedan chair, Yan Jinghong's cold voice sounded: "Everyone is flat."

The officials stood up, only to see a plain white hand stretched out from the imperial chariot, opened the curtain, and walked out slowly.

He is the emperor of Dayan, defeated and returned to the court, but...

In Yan Jinghong's hand, he was also holding a woman, a strange young woman, with a graceful and gentle appearance, except for her eyes that were thin and cold, and between her brows there was a bit of heroism and calmness that are rare for women.

Who is this woman?The officials' eyes widened immediately, and they looked carefully, only to see that the usually volatile monarch carefully led the woman out of the sedan chair, but he never let go, holding her tightly, passing by all the attentions as if no one else was there.

When the people were far away, all the officials looked at each other and were about to say something when Eunuch Changfu came over and issued an order loudly: "The Holy One has an order that six prisoners from the Northern Wei Dynasty will be given to first-rank courtiers and sent out of the palace today."

Generally speaking, most of the captives were rewarded to the soldiers and courtiers of the three armies, but unexpectedly there was an afterword: "Changqing is specially given to live in Fengxi Palace."

With His Majesty's move, there is no doubt that this Evergreen has won the holy will.

All the officials were dumbfounded, His Majesty, who was not close to women, actually took a fancy to the captives of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

"General Zhou, who is this Chang Qing?"

It was Master Liu from the Ministry of War who asked the question, and General Zhou replied: "Chang Qing is the close maid of Dingbei Hou Chi Xiuyuan."

As soon as Lord Liu heard this, his temper became violent: "Nonsense, how could Your Majesty let this prisoner get close, maybe it's the secret work sent by Chi Xiuyuan." , Strategy and courage are rare in the world. The people he sent naturally had to take precautions before they happened. I can live in the Great Swallow Empress Palace!"

Rong Guogong thought for a long time: "It's not just about staying in the harem."

The Prime Minister on the right asked: "How do you say what the Duke said?"

"Fengqi Palace is the dormitory of the founding queens of the Yuan and Qing Dynasties. In the 700 years since the founding of Dayan, apart from the Queens of the Yuan and Qing Dynasties, only one concubine lived there." Rong Guogong said with a solemn expression, "That is Empress Huiqing."

These two empresses are the most honored concubines in the history of Yan, and the most favored women in the harem in the history of Yan.

In addition, no concubines have ever lived in Fengqi Palace.

Lord Liu was shocked: "Could it be that the emperor wants to set up the prisoner of the Dingbeihou Mansion?"

Rong Guogong pondered, with a serious expression: "I'm afraid it's not just Concubine Li."

All the officials were stunned in place.

At that time, Chang Qing moved into Fengqi Palace, and the emperor ordered that all expenses be paid according to the proportion of first-rank concubines, and the emperor stayed here for a long time.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, headed by Duke Rong and Prime Minister Zuo, together with all the officials, they asked for an audience outside Fengqi Palace.

Eunuch Chang Fu came to the inner hall to report: "Your Majesty, Duke Rong and Prime Minister Zuo together with all the officials seek an audience."

Yan Jing didn't even raise his eyes: "I don't see it." After finishing speaking, he used jade chopsticks to clamp a piece of fish meat that had been picked out of spines for Chang Qing, and said softly, "Chang Qing, this tastes very good, you can try it."

The attitude before and after is very different.

At this time, it was lunch time, all the officials were hungry and went out to seek an audience, His Highness was in a leisurely mood, and provoked a fishbone to Miss Chang Qing.

Chang Fu also learned how to be obedient, and after making a promise, he left the hall, dealt with a group of officials outside the hall, and then entered the hall to report: "Your Majesty, the Duke and others knelt outside the hall and said, "Look!" After looking at the master's expression, he continued to say, "I didn't see His Majesty, so I kept kneeling."

Baiguan probably came here for Chang Qing to live in Fengqi Palace.

Yan Jinghong didn't care too much: "If they like to kneel, let them kneel." He added a small bowl of soup to Chang Qing, scooped up a spoonful and fed it to her mouth, "Drink some soup to warm your body."

Chang Qing was not used to it: "I will do it myself."

Yan Jinghong took care of himself and continued his feeding business very stubbornly: "This soup is a bit hot, let me blow it for you."

Chang Fu shook his head, and stepped back tactfully, so as not to get in the way of his master.

At the end of November, Dayan has already entered winter, unlike the dryness of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Dayan has a lot of rain and is wet and cold. This month, it is already very cold. In the afternoon, there were a few light rains. It is freezing cold today. Dozens of officials knelt outside Fengqi Palace. They were all high-ranking ministers. They had knelt for a long time. They were normally pampered nobles. Now, all of them turned blue.

At the third quarter of the unitary hour, it was already dark, and His Majesty did not leave Fengqi Palace. The girl Chang Qing took a lunch break for a few hours, and His Majesty stood by for a few hours. After Chang Qing woke up, Changfu Dare to go in and spread the word.

"Your Majesty, all the officials have been kneeling for a long time." Chang Fu couldn't help but take another look at Chang Qing. What's so different about this empress? Her Majesty favors her so much.

Chang Qingfang woke up, and glanced at Changfu sleepily.

Yan Jinghong glanced coldly: "Pass down my will, no one will be allowed to enter Fengqi Palace without my will in the future." His tone was extremely impatient, "Get out, I will stay here tonight."

Anyone here, including Changfu.Why does Your Majesty have a bit of a golden house hidden charm.

Chang Fu immediately withdrew his gaze: "Here." Stay overnight, stay overnight, your Majesty must comfort the pain of lovesickness for those who have been thinking about them for several years.

Eunuch Changfu came out of the hall, looked at the officials who were still kneeling outside the door, waved his hands, and persuaded: "My lords, let's go, Your Majesty is going to rest."

Rong Guogong didn't change his face, he knelt straight, and said loudly: "I have a book to play."

A group of officials echoed: "The ministers and others have a book to play."

As soon as the cry fell, a sentence came out from the hall: "Kneel quietly, and make noise for me to rest, and I will definitely kill you."

The words carried internal strength, which made the hearts of all the officials jump wildly, and they dared not do it again.

"It's going to snow now. My lords are in good health. Our family is getting old and can't stand the cold, so I won't be with you lords anymore." Eunuch Chang Fu made a fuss about it, and then withdrew.

Lord Liu of the Ministry of War looked at the gloomy sky: "I'm afraid His Majesty is determined to accept this Evergreen."

Dali Temple Minister rubbed his frozen face: "My lord, what should I do?"

Rong Guogong thought for a long time: "It depends on His Majesty's mood."

"..." Everyone was speechless, and they were also speechless, because it was indeed like this. In the Great Yan Dynasty, the monarch holds the most power and one person makes arbitrary decisions. Those who obey will prosper and those who oppose will die.

At Xu hour, light snow fell and fell, and a charcoal fire was burned in the hall. His Majesty was afraid that the new master who moved in would catch the cold, so he specially ordered a layer of warm jade to be laid on the ground. It was cold outside, but the hall was warm.

Probably because Chang Qing didn't often wear jewelry, Chang Qing could hold a long sword, but she couldn't do anything with the bead flower on her head, she couldn't pull it off several times.

"Girl, let the slaves come."

The woman who spoke was Hongqiao, the maid in charge of Fengqi Palace. In her twenties, she was a servant in the steward's room before, and her skills were very good. Because of this, she was selected to serve in Fengqi Palace.

Hongqiao's movements were very cautious, but it still made Chang Qing back away: "Don't touch me!"

Hongqiao was stunned, and then knelt down: "This slave is clumsy, this slave deserves to die."

Chang Qing is not used to such rules, she is a little at a loss: "It has nothing to do with you, I'm just not used to it when you get up." She has been a secret guard for a long time, and it is her instinct to keep people close.

Hongqiao knelt down, not daring to get up.

Yan Jinghong walked over: "Everyone back down."

"Here."

After dismissing the maid, Yan Jinghong walked behind Chang Qing, helped her sit in front of the bronze dressing mirror, took the comb from her hand, removed the beaded flowers from her hair, and slowly let down her waist-length hair. .

He lightly held a strand of hair between his fingers: "I'll comb your hair from now on." The wooden comb gently combed the ends of her hair, Yan Jinghong's movements were a little clumsy, occasionally pulling Chang Qing's scalp, he More cautiously, he whispered, "I don't comb well, but I can learn."

Chang Qing nodded, looking at the reflection of the man beside her in the bronze mirror, his focused expression and face were so beautiful that she was a little dazed.

"evergreen."

"Ah."

Yan Jinghong stopped what he was doing, supported her shoulders, and looked into her eyes, he asked Chang Qing, his tone was a bit on thin ice: "Tomorrow I will make you my queen, okay?"

Before she could answer, Yan Jinghong said again: "I want to marry you as my wife."

Not a courtier, in this life, he wants to marry her, to save her from fighting on the battlefield, and save her from a bloody storm.

Chang Qing seemed a little startled, staring into Yan Jinghong's eyes for a long time, she shook her head.

Yan Jinghong frowned, a little flustered: "Don't you want to?"

Chang Qing thought for a while, and then discussed in a tone of discussion: "Is it okay to be a concubine first?" She explained, "Chi Xiuyuan will doubt it."

She thought, it's fine not to be a courtier, but Chi Xiuyuan would prefer her to be the concubine who troubles Dayan.

She thought that it would be good to be Yan Jinghong's concubine, she had originally planned to give herself to him.

Yan Jinghong promised her: "Okay, I will be a concubine first." He held Chang Qing's hand, squatted in front of her and looked up at her, "Chang Qing, you can't go back on your promise. In the future, you will marry me for a reason." Wife, after a hundred years, you and I will be buried in the Dayan Emperor's Mausoleum together."

He would still worry about gains and losses, and he didn't even dare to ask if it was because she owed her. Facing Chang Qing, he was always at a loss.

Yan Jinghong thought about it, no matter what the reason was, he only wanted her by his side.

Changqing's eyes were firm: "Jinghong, whatever you want, I will answer you."

Yan Jinghong smiled: "Give me everything?"

She nodded without hesitation.

He smiled deeper, and led Chang Qing to sit on the bed. He sat beside her, raised his hand to untie her clothes, she was only wearing pajamas, and under the plain white dress, only a small close-fitting garment.

Chang Qing froze for a moment, but obediently didn't move, Ren Yan Jinghong took off her plain clothes, her cheeks flushed quickly, her eyelashes trembled violently, her eyes rolled, she didn't know where to look.

It looks like a bride.

Yan Jinghong laughed, and took the porcelain bottle from the desk: "Don't be nervous, I'm just rubbing the medicine on you."

Chang Qing lowered her head even lower, just now she remembered what the old nun in the Hou's mansion said when she tied Jiji's hair, that a woman can be a married woman when she is Jiji.

It's because she wanted to go wrong...

Chang Qing turned her head away and didn't look at Yan Jinghong, only heard his chuckle and a cool feeling on her shoulder, Yan Jinghong said: "This medicine can remove scars, you must not remember to apply the medicine. Wipe it for you."

Chang Qing said 'hmm' softly, Yan Jinghong's movements were very light, she rubbed her fingertips in circles back and forth, it didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy, her clothes were half-removed, a large piece of skin was exposed on her back, she flinched a bit.

Yan Jinghong looked up: "Cold?"

"Ah."

Yan Jinghong gathered her clothes, helped her to lie down, wrapped her in the quilt, and brushed her face: "Go to sleep."

He turned around and put down the porcelain bottle, but Chang Qing grabbed his hand: "What about you?"

Yan Jinghong patted her hand, pointed to the couch a few meters away: "I sleep there."

With that said, he walked over and moved the couch closer to the bed, and then moved a little closer.

Well, move closer!
He was not satisfied until his couch was next to the couch in Fengqi Palace.

(End of this chapter)