Palace scheming: Empress Leng Palace

Chapter 362

"No need, you go out." The cold voice, like the cold wind outside the window, was bone-chillingly cold.

Nalan Qing flinched slightly, then looked at the figure still standing still, and couldn't help reminding softly again: "My lord, the water is getting cold, you should take a rest earlier.".


The damned heart is already dead, but the only one who can't let go is him.

I have no chance to serve him in this life, I only hope that when he is by my side, I can silently take care of him.

The woman who made him lose his mind, although she didn't know who she was, she envied her.What a blessing to be able to get his love in this life?


As for herself, she never even dared to expect to call him by his name... She really wanted, really wanted to be able to call him Mo Yu in front of him one day.

It's a pity that in this life, she is afraid that she will never have another chance.


"Why don't you leave?" When Xuanyuan Moyu closed the window and turned around, seeing Nalan Qing who was still standing quietly in the room, his voice sank and his face was as cold as ice.


"I... the water is a bit cold, I'll go get you some hot water again." In a daze, Nalan Qing looked at Xuanyuan Moyu who had turned around and was looking at him, and couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He found an excuse and wanted to go out.


She thought that he would let her not have to do it again, but until she left the door, his voice still didn't come; she couldn't help but have a little expectation, wondering if he acquiesced in his wait?

"No, it was hot water just now, but now it is lukewarm water with a moderate temperature, so there is no need to add water."...

Xuanyuan Moyu stared blankly at Nalan Qing quickly retreating from her room door, the words that Qing'er had said faintly sounded in her ears, it was so clear, as if it was just yesterday.


The corners of his lips couldn't help but a gentle smile, he sat in front of the bed alone, took off his shoes and socks, and slowly soaked a pair of slightly cool feet in the already cooled water, the corners of his pretty eyebrows couldn't help but twitch slightly. Twist, but saw that the woman had brought hot water and came in again.


Seeing that he was already soaking his feet, Nalan Qing's complexion changed slightly, and then he approached him without saying a word, slowly and carefully poured hot water along the edge of the basin, causing Xuanyuan Moyu's feet to be soaked immediately. Surrounded by hot water, the whole person is immediately comfortable.


Then Nalan Qing put down the kettle, squatted halfway at Xuanyuan Moyu's feet, put his hands into the basin, and began to wash his feet.Those slender fingers were thin and white. When holding his big feet with well-defined joints, the soft strength unique to a woman was also conveyed to the bottom of Xuanyuan Moyu's heart with the light pressing of her fingertips.


He couldn't help but close his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the comfort of this moment. He didn't open his eyes again until the water in the basin gradually cooled and a dry towel dried his feet.

"How many years have you been with me?" He looked indifferently at the woman in front of him busy pouring out the water, and then came back to undress herself, that skillful and swift movement did not bring him any favors. pity.


"Back to the lord, Qing'er has been with the lord for three full years." Somewhat flattered, she raised her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. An unreasonable joy made Nalan Qing's voice tremble slightly, and her eyes were full of water. His eyes are also extremely looking forward to, that he can discover his own goodness.


However, before her joy could emerge, Xuanyuan Moyu's heart-wrenching words instantly poured out the rare warmth in her heart. Although she was clear and lazy, it made her hands and feet feel cold: " I remember that I once told you that you are not allowed to call yourself Qinger in front of me in the future! Have you forgotten the consequences of not listening to me?".


His complexion suddenly turned pale, and Nalan Qing looked at his obviously lazy expression, but his fingers were cold for a moment.

Qinger, Qinger.

She almost forgot that on the night of Shangyuan, he suddenly made himself not allowed to call himself Qing'er in front of him in the future; after that, he never saw himself again.


These days, she has been silently listening to his news, and has been quietly looking forward to his coming again; but what she was looking forward to was his ruthless and cold words, which once made her so painful that she couldn't breathe .


"Please calm down, my lord, Nalan will never dare again. Nalan is willing to obey my lord's orders, and from now on, I will never make my lord angry again!" With a thud, she knelt down, her hands and feet were cold and she bowed her head, not daring to touch him. The hem of his clothes, it was obvious that he was only speaking so lightly, but it made her very, very scared.


Because she didn't want to leave him.

She doesn't want to leave his side, even if it's just a small eyeliner for him, just doing some chores that are equivalent to slaves, but she just wants to stay by his side, in a place where he will more or less take a look.


"Get out!" Seeing such a humble woman in front of her, Xuanyuan Moyu suddenly didn't want to take another look.

In his heart, only a woman can be called Qing'er, and she will always be his only Qing'er.

Even if the person in front of him just has a similar pronunciation to her, he won't allow it!


"Thank you, my lord!" Feeling sad, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at that handsome face again. After Na Lanqing closed the door lightly and stepped back, the tears she had been suppressing finally rolled down uncontrollably.

Qinger, Qinger...

As expected, she guessed correctly, the woman who asked him to accompany her all the way to the frontier battlefield in person, the woman he was willing to put down all his plans to protect her from harm, also had the word "clear" in her name.

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The lanterns of the palace screamed in the cold wind, as if whispering to a sad lover, which made people feel sad when they heard it.

Situ Xianyu was wearing a snow-white fox fur. After tossing and turning a few times without feeling sleepy, she couldn't help but put on the clothes and get out of bed.


It happened to be a cold windy winter night, and her joints would hurt so much that she could not sleep. Although the warm ointment prescribed by the imperial doctor kept her warm for a while, thinking of Ze'er and Moyu's current situation, Her chills invaded her whole body again, making it impossible for her to fall asleep again.


(End of this chapter)