After wearing the book, Ben Gong lay down all the way to win

Chapter 445 The Empress Dowager Is Dead ([-])

Chunchan smiled firmly and said: "That's right, during the period of falling out of favor, being neglected, and getting thinner day by day, but her complexion has not diminished, and she has become more and more charming. The emperor likes you the most. It will definitely be a success."

Jinzhong took Huo Guiren's hand and came to the dressing table, pointed to the makeup powder on it and said: "A woman's alluring smile certainly makes a man intoxicated, but her crying so tenderly can make a man's heart soft and loving, just crying The spirit should also be very skillful. You can't cry casually, and you can't cry indiscriminately, and you can't cry like ghosts and wolves. You have to grasp the rhythm to cry, and you have to cry like pear blossoms with rain. , that would be ugly."

Huo nobleman smiled and nodded: "I understand, Yurong is lonely and tears are dry, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring. I will control it properly."

Jin Zhong smiled at the mirror: "It's good for the young master to understand. With the beauty of the young master, even the servants will be tempted to see it, let alone the emperor. You, as long as you can give full play to the femininity and charm of women, you will be able to see it." Hold the emperor's gaze firmly."

Huo nobleman brushed his hand with his fingers, and said with a coquettish smile: "I know what you said. The last time I missed it, I was laughed at by that bitch, Concubine Jia. This time I will never miss it again."

There were often concubines and concubines in the palace who couldn't bear the loneliness and took a boxed meal to go downstairs to meet their husbands. Everyone was already used to this, and when there was a funeral, just follow the rules.

But the empress dowager is different, she is the emperor's grandma, and now she is returning home on a crane, the House of Internal Affairs dare not follow the etiquette of ordinary concubines to hold funerals, otherwise, if the emperor is unhappy, they will be the ones who will be unlucky.

At the beginning of returning to the palace, everyone changed into their mourning clothes and went to the Shouan Palace where the empress dowager was still in mourning.

At the beginning of crying, everyone still used the handkerchiefs dipped in onion, ginger and garlic water, and wept in a similar manner.

But as soon as the emperor came, many concubines immediately changed their faces and began to cry loudly.

Especially nobleman Huo, who cried very sadly, as if she was mourning her concubine, those who didn't know it thought it was her own mother who died.

Such affectionate crying naturally attracted the emperor's attention.

The Shou'an Palace was covered in whiteness, white paper money was scattered all over the place, and the lanterns wrapped in white cloth were like the ghostly will-o'-the-wisps flickering in the mountain cemetery.

Linglong can't forget what happened in the mourning hall, no matter how prepared she is, Huo Guiren is back in favor, stepping on the death style of the emperor and concubine, with a grief-stricken appearance, she regained the emperor's pity and blessing .

Kneeling at the back of the mourning hall, Huo Guiren was dressed in plain mourning clothes, except for the beaded hairpin and emerald ring on his head in the past, only an undecorated ebony hairpin was used to hold his hair, but his makeup was as light as water. Yingying teardrops hung on her cheeks, just like a branch of pear blossoms covered with rain, she was a little more... no, it was several times more pitiful than before.

And such a delicate, soft, charming and pitiful woman was the emperor's favorite, not to mention that she cried bitterly in front of the imperial concubine's soul, and she was extremely sad, which moved the emperor even more.

Linglong watched coldly.

But I heard Concubine Hui gnashing her teeth in the back, and she spat in a low voice: "Hu Meizi, you are used to pretending to seduce the emperor!"

Linglong's voice was as light as a willow, and she couldn't reach her ears: "It's charming, but who would let the emperor like this!"

　Uh... I won't write about the details of how that noble man cried, the pillow is mainly because it is too disgusting, and I can't write it when I think of that scene.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)