The emperor forced me to fight for favor day and night

Chapter 12 I'm Going to the Bedtime, Not the Funeral
Song Yu herself lacked interest.

She would rather face a bad guy like Concubine Xiao Shu, who looks bad on the surface, than those unpredictable opponents with high IQ. It is obvious that Gu Zhirong is the kind of person you can't get close to no matter how long you get along.

If you ask her, those harem concubines who want to use Gu Zhirong as their backer are stupid.

How could an emperor who had a harem of three thousand and didn't value women become a woman's crutch?

Xiao Shufei is a good example.

This is one of the best existences in the harem, and a figure that even Empress Yun needs to avoid.But just now Gu Zhirong looked at Concubine Xiao Shu, as if Concubine Xiao Shu was just an object that could be discarded at any time.

How can such a man give a little sincerity to a woman in the harem?
She was long past the age of dreaming, so she would not be so stupid as to entrust her life to a man.

When he arrived in front of the Xingqing Palace, Liu Feng saw that Song Yu was like an eggplant beaten by frost and snow, and said: "When I see the emperor later, I will be more happy. I am going to serve the bed, not go to the funeral... ..."

She kept the word "for funeral" very low on purpose, for fear that the walls have ears and people would hear it.

"It's really like going to a funeral," Song Yinqiang pulled out a laughing flower: "How about this?"

Liu Feng couldn't help but laugh for a while, and couldn't say anything more.

This time it was the same as yesterday, after Cheng Quan stepped back, the poetic and artistic style made her change into a set of men's clothes, and then she followed Gu Zhirong into the clean room.

"Concubine go and stay there." This time Song Yan was very self-aware, she didn't need Gu Zhirong to rush, so she ran to rest on the imperial concubine's couch.

Gu Zhirong didn't answer, and undressed himself.

Song Yin didn't have a hobby of peeping, and sat with her back to the bathtub in a regular manner.This time, she didn't dare to be lazy and doze off, so Gu Zhirong took a bath like embroidery, and didn't wash it off for more than half an hour. She sat and fell asleep again.

This time she didn't dare to sleep deeply, and there was movement from the bathtub. She immediately stood up and stood aside respectfully, her posture was very standard.

Gu Zhirong casually put on a white shirt, with wet hair wrapped around his shoulders, he suddenly felt a weak beauty, which made people want to ravage him.

"Help me wring my hair." Gu Zhirong threw the scarf to Song Yin.

Song Yan stepped forward hesitantly, and clumsily helped Gu Zhirong twist her hair.

As a man, Gu Zhirong's hair is of surprisingly good quality, black and shiny, as if it has been dyed.

During the process of twisting Song Yin's hair, Gu Zhirong's hair was pulled and hurt from time to time. Gu Zhirong didn't have an attack at the time, but he remembered it in his heart.

So, there was another scene where Song Yu was punished to stand for two hours at night.

Song Yin hugged the bedpost, looked at the emperor who looked like a sleeping beauty resentfully, and wondered if Gu Zhirong did it on purpose?
When she hurt him, why didn't he tell her at the time, but he decided to wait until the end to tell her.

Why did you order her to go to bed? You obviously wanted to order her to stand for fun, right?

When Song Yu came out of Xingqing Palace with dark circles under her eyes the next day, she was exaggerated again.

Originally, Song Yu wanted to go to Daming Palace to pay her respects to Empress Yun today, but it would definitely not be appropriate for her to go there like this, for her own life was the most important thing, so she had to give up.

Fortunately, Empress Yun's phoenix body has been out of harmony these days, so she can save the morning and evening Dingsheng.

(End of this chapter)