Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 330 – Ancestral Worship in Taimiao

"Your Majesty, His Majesty specially ordered someone to transplant 99 hundred-year-old green plum trees from Prajna Mountain in the imperial garden. These green plums are in full bloom recently. May you go and see them?"

Yingyue changed from her timidity at the beginning, and began to dance and paint the beautiful picture of the fragrance floating under the moon and the sparse shadows.

She was a little tempted by this little girl's words, Qingmei, this is Qin Yin's expression of love for her again, how could she be willing to ignore it.

"Then let's go and see tonight!"

"The slaves obey!"

Yingyue's eyes flickered, and she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.The master and the young master were eagerly waiting to see the only one last time, but luckily she fulfilled her mission.

Today's opportunity is once in a thousand years. Qin Yin is with Queen Wei almost every day. She suffers from not being able to find an opportunity, but luckily God sees her.

Today is the third day of February, and it is the day when His Majesty the Emperor leads a hundred officials to worship ancestors in the Taimiao. According to the ancestral system, only the Queen can accompany His Majesty to the Taimiao.

During the one-day and one-night Ancestor Worship Ceremony, Qin Yin was naturally too busy to accompany her around.

It was night, the wind was strong and the clouds were thick, and the coldness had no choice but to invade Luomu.Huyan Qingmei was wearing a white fox fur cloak, and under the guidance of Yingyue, she came to the green plum garden.

At this time, the snow is pressing down on the court, and the fragrance is floating in the flowers and the moon. She is still timid and frail while holding on to her robes tightly, and the strong north wind is slanting towards her bun temples.

Being in the dark fragrance and sparse shadows, her mood became much more comfortable, so she walked on the falling flowers, step by step to keep the fragrance, and strolled in the new wind and the middle of the moon.

Suddenly, from the depths of the flower shadow came the joyful sound of children playing. It is so late, how can there be children in this green plum garden?

She curiously walked towards the direction of the sound, but saw a silver-haired man in a black robe with his back to her, drinking alone in front of the shadow, drinking less.

In front of a lonely silver candle, the rain of flowers falls frequently.He leaned against the bleak east wind, and the fragrance was faint before the wind, and the moonlight was cold in the flowers.

At this time, he was holding the wine cup, looking at the three-year-old and four-year-old boy who was playing sepak takraw in front of him.

"who are you?"

The man didn't turn around immediately, his back looked very stiff and unnatural.

"Mother... Mother!"

The little boy carved in powder and jade was the first to react, his obsidian eyes flashed with desire that she couldn't understand.

Because of being too nervous, the takraw ball in his hand rolled to Huyan Qingmei's feet, she bent down to pick up the takraw ball, and stuffed it into the child's hand.

"you are cute!"

It was the first time she had seen such a cute child, so she couldn't help but reached out and rubbed the child's forehead.

The smile on the little boy's face was even bigger, and he held up the sepak takraw ball to indicate that he hoped to play with her.

Suddenly, there was a sound of small footsteps from the direction she just came, and then Qin Yin's anxious call came.

"Qingmei! Where are you! Qingmei!"

She smiled at the flowers, she didn't expect that he would still miss her in the midst of his busy schedule.She left the bedroom for a while, and he would come after her.

After all, in the dark night, as His Majesty's concubine, it's not appropriate for her to be alone with a strange man, so she turned and walked towards Qin Yin.

"Light brow!"

Qin Yin's eyes were sharp, and he shot at the father and son not far behind Li Qingmei.

"It's late at night, what are you doing here?"

"Husband, I heard that the green plum blossoms you specially transplanted here are in full bloom, so I came here to see them!"

"I also met a father and son passing by. That child looks really cute!"

Qin Yin had already seen clearly who the so-called passer-by father and son were in Li Qingmei's mouth. His face was gloomy, but it was fleeting.

Because the explanation given by Li Qingmei satisfied him, Qin Yin, who was in a good mood, didn't want to entangle with the father and son any more, so as not to cause trouble.

"Should leave!"

"Your Majesty, the father and son will return to the fief tomorrow, and today they are here to bid farewell to His Majesty as usual!"

"Well, I have seen them now, let their father and son return to the fief immediately!"

"promise!"

He was dealing with political affairs, Hu Yan Qingmei, as his harem concubine, naturally avoided suspicion and walked to a distance to wait for him.

"Let's go back to the palace to rest!"

Qin Yin held her waist with his big hands, and pressed her cheek close to his chest. The jade jade worn on his chest scraped the tip of her nose bitingly, making her very uncomfortable.

At this time, in the chilly green plum grove, only Sikong Que and his son were left kneeling in the snow.

"Father!"

Sikong Nianqing held back for a long time, tears finally burst, and he threw himself into his father's arms crying.

"Father, we are not passersby! We are not passersby!"

Sikong Que's eyes were reddish, tears fell silently, everyone said that men don't flick their tears easily, but in fact it's just because they didn't reach the place where they were sad.

"Son, let's go home!"

"and many more!"

Sikong Nianqing broke free from his father's embrace, trotted to hold the takraw ball that his mother had just handed over to his arms, and stuck the takraw ball to the tip of his nose, as if it was his mother's tender embrace.

Sikong Que felt sore in his heart, he walked to the place where the little maid was standing just now.He dug out a white sphere very similar in color to the snow from the snowdrift with his bare hands, and after crushing it, a thin piece of paper fell into his hand.

Under the moonlight, he quickly browsed through the secret letter: Wei Hou lost his memory, on the second day of February, Qin Yin doted on Wei Hou!On February [-]th, the fourth concubine enters the palace!The identity of the queen in the palace is mysterious, and she seems to be acting abnormally.Be careful of the old lady next to the queen!
At this moment, Sikong Que felt that every pore in his body was shuddering, he had touched his wife!He Qin Yin!Fucked his wife!
"puff!"

Under the rage, he immediately vomited a mouthful of blood, he staggered back a few steps, and immediately fell down on the snow.

"Father! Don't scare me!"

The tears on Sikong Nianqing's face hadn't dried yet, seeing that his father suddenly lost control of his emotions and even vomited blood, he couldn't help being frightened.

"Don't cry!"

As the only pillar of the family, Sikong Que had to force himself to calm down. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to comfort his son clumsily.

"Your mother is just sick, she won't forget Xiao Nianqing! She's just sick!"

"Then when will she come home?"

At this moment, Xiao Nianqing suddenly became quiet, looking at Sikong Que with burning eyes, waiting for his answer.

Sikong Que looked at Leng Yue hanging on the plum tree with a guilty conscience, he also wanted to know his wife's return date...

"soon!"

……

Tonight, Li Qingmei suffered from the wind and cold from visiting the plum garden at night, and had a high fever all night. Qin Yin took care of her almost indiscriminately.

Her scorching body temperature never returned to normal, and he had to lie in thin clothes again and again in the snowdrifts, using his bone-chilling body to cool her down.

It wasn't until dawn that Li Qingmei's body temperature finally dropped to a normal level, but he fell ill due to typhoid fever.

"It's good to serve the imperial concubine! Yingli! Help me go back to Mingse Palace!"

He didn't want her to wake up and see his haggard and sickly face. Ying Li was a little puzzled. His Majesty clearly loved this woman to the bottom of his heart, but made his love as humble as a flower blooming in the dust.

(End of this chapter)