"Empress, if you beg the Emperor like this, what if the Emperor doesn't agree?"
Jian Jia supported her and hurriedly persuaded her.
Yun Weiwei couldn't listen to anything now. She hadn't seen the emperor for several days and felt empty.
"Your Majesty, he will agree."
No one can take Huaiyu away from her.
"Empress!" Jian Jia wanted to persuade her, but he couldn't.
Yun Weiwei quickly changed into a set of crescent-colored palace clothes and a red fox fur. She was supported by others and endured the pain in her knees to intercept the person in the imperial garden.
Xuanhe Palace.
The emperor put down his pen and ink, looked up at the sky outside and asked, "Wang Defa, what time is it now?"
"Back to the Emperor, it's three o'clock in the morning, do you want to move to Chenghuan Palace?"
The prince bowed, stretched out his elbow to catch his outstretched hand, and helped him stand up.
"Well, it's almost time. Let's go to Chenghuan Palace now."
Snowflakes from the sky are falling.
The news that the emperor was going to Chenghuan Palace tonight had already spread throughout the harem. Seeing that they had no chance to sleep with him, many concubines locked themselves up early.
In the imperial garden, a red figure and a graceful figure danced in the snow, like a proud plum blossom that bloomed alone in the cold.
The moonlight of the cold moon shines down on Ying Baolin's beautiful side face, which makes her look like a plum blossom fairy falling into the mortal world.
"Weiwei?"
The emperor squinted his eyes and saw clearly the people dancing under the moon through the moonlight.
A cold light flashed in Ying Baolin's eyes, and soon changed to a frightened expression.
"My servant Ying'er danced in the snow on a whim, but I didn't expect to disturb the emperor's chariot. I really deserve death."
It turned out to be Ying Baolin, whom he had favored just last night~
With deep eyes, he looked at Ying Baolin, who was dressed in red and had a slim waist.
Her charming and passionate eyes stared at him, making him feel itchy.
Subconsciously, he reached out his hand and helped her up.
"Oh, Your Majesty, my servant's feet are sprained."
Her soft and boneless body clung to him, and a faint fragrance made his whole body tingle.
When she raised her eyes, her eyebrows were filled with tears, and she stared at him pitifully.
The emperor, who was still hesitant at first, collapsed in an instant, and the soft body in his arms aroused his evil fire.
"I'll take you back."
The emperor didn't hesitate anymore and picked her up in his arms.
"Your Majesty, you are so kind." Ying Baolin smiled shyly, hooked her hands around his neck, buried it in his neck, and exhaled like blue.
What a seductive little elf.
"Yanlang!"
A sudden sound sounded in the cold imperial garden.
This time, Yanlang's cry was plaintive and tactful.
The emperor, who was originally interested, felt a thrill in his body and subconsciously let go of his hand.
Ying Baolin fell from his arms and sat on the ground.
Facing the cold wind in the distance, Wei Meiren, with tears in her eyes and a plaintive expression, was staring at the emperor.
Like the real wife who catches her husband eating outside.
The emperor looked at her at a loss: "Weiwei, listen to my explanation~"
Yun Weiwei was heartbroken. She came out to find him in such a cold weather, but he was holding his new favorite in the imperial garden.
He had let her down so much.
"Yanlang, that's not right... Your Majesty, I should have known earlier. You are the ninth emperor, so how could you..."
Only love me?
Yun Weiwei cried sadly. The emperor holding Ying Baolin just now deeply hurt her heart.
I completely forgot about going out to intercept people.
Jian Jia was so anxious that she didn't know what to do.
Ying Baolin cried out in pain several times, but could not take the emperor's eyes away from Yun Weiwei.
The hatred for Yun Weiwei rose to another level.
At this time, Yun Weiwei and the emperor had completely forgotten that she, Ying Baolin, was there.
One runs away and the other chases.
A group of minions were left standing in the wind, shivering.
Jian Jia took one look at Ying Baolin, who had a gloomy face, and saw Ying Baolin leaving after her beauty. She bowed her knees and left, and hurriedly chased her back.
The prince glanced at Ying Baolin, who was sitting in the snow with a look of reluctance.
"It's freezing cold. Ying Baolin should go back as soon as possible. If you freeze your body, no one will love you."
His contemptuous eyes were not concealed at all, and he turned around and chased the emperor to the Qinglan Palace.
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Qinglan Hall.
Yun Weiwei rushed into the room, lay on the bed and cried bitterly.
The emperor chased in and saw Yun Weiwei lying on the bed crying, feeling angina pectoris.
"Weiwei, it's my fault and I deserve to be beaten. Can you please stop crying?"
He stepped forward and held her in his arms, refusing to let go no matter how hard she struggled.
Jian Jia opened her mouth slightly, feeling a little sad.
This is the emperor.
He actually did this for Wei Meiren.
She was also very happy in her heart. She was originally worried that Wei Meiren would make Concubine Zhao jealous if she went out to intercept her favor.
But tonight, by mistake, I bumped into Ying Baolin seducing the emperor in the imperial garden.
The emperor left Ying Baolin behind and chased their master back to Qinglan Palace. Now, these women in the harem dared to say that their master was not favored by the Holy Spirit.
Jian Jia quietly withdrew, closed the door gently, and told the palace attendants in Qinglan Palace not to disturb the emperor and the beauty.
"Why don't you go find your Ying Baolin? What's the point of chasing me back to Qinglan Palace? Aren't you afraid that the women in the harem will get jealous?"
Yun Weiwei cried heartbrokenly and beat his chest angrily.
Accusing him: "I can see clearly now. What you said before about fearing that I would be poisoned by concubines in the harem was all lies. You don't have me in your heart at all."
"Otherwise, why would I favor that Ying Baolin when I was humiliated by Concubine Shu and kneeling in the imperial garden?"
"Weiwei, I was wrong. I just drank two more drinks and mistook Ying Baolin for you, so I favored her."
The emperor helplessly wiped her tears, feeling helpless and distressed.
"Don't you know whether I have you in my heart or not? For you, I have worked hard to pave the way for us and our prince. Could it be that... you can't forgive me just once?"
The emperor said with a grimace.
"During the palace banquet, you said you drank. So what happened tonight?"
Yun Weiwei stopped crying and asked him about tonight with tears in her eyes.
"Ying Baolin sprained her foot while dancing in the Imperial Garden, and I just happened to bump into her. As you know, the Imperial Garden is dark, and she looks 70-80% similar to you. I almost mistook you for her, so I naturally went up. Help."
The emperor said with a guilty conscience.
Looking at Yun Weiwei's face, I thought of Ying Baolin's face again.
Yun Weiwei has a cold and aloof temperament, while Ying Baolin is only sixteen years old. In his eyes, he always looks charming and affectionate, like a seductive little wild cat.
The temperaments of the two are very different, but they have different charms.
He is a normal man, it's hard not to be moved!
Besides, he is the emperor, and the three palaces and six courtyards, as well as the three thousand beauties, are his women.
When would he pamper a little Baolin and worry about her mood?
Thinking of this, he was a little dissatisfied with Yun Weiwei.
"Weiwei, I am the emperor...I can't help myself most of the time. Can't you be considerate of me?"
