Chu Jieyu was so angry that she scolded Jiang Xinyue openly and secretly, but she didn't seem to understand. She always felt like her fists were hitting the cotton.
She came here full of anger and went back full of anger.
"My little master, are you okay?"
"What can happen to me?"
Jiang Xinyue leaned on the couch and lay down lazily, leisurely eating the delicious pastries on the table.
"Cough cough cough..."
While eating, she smelled a pungent smell of herbs. She covered her nose and asked, "Where does that smell come from?"
Shuangjiang stuck his head out from behind the half-man-high unicorn copper stove, with a little black ash on his face: "Back to the little master, we are next to the lotus pond, where mosquitoes are the most common in summer. This is why we have been assigned to wash the lotus by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The mugwort is a bit damp, but it’s still usable.”
The reason why Xihe Hall can share the wormwood is because Jiang Xinyue was favored for two days, otherwise, there wouldn't be even this little bit of moisture.
She always felt uncomfortable smelling her throat, so she waved the hand holding the handkerchief: "Don't burn it. What kind of mosquitoes can there be during the day? Just keep it until the emperor comes at night and then smoke it."
The magpie glanced at her in surprise. The young master himself couldn't stand this low-quality mugwort, so how could he dare to give it to the emperor?
Then she realized that her reckless and careless little master seemed to have learned to complain without leaving any trace.
This is very good, only in this way can you go far in the palace.
Changxin Palace——
After the emperor left, Concubine Li's face instantly darkened.
The emperor clearly disliked Guiren Jiang, but he actually brought over the palace rules copied by that bitch when they were having dinner, saying that Guiren Jiang's words would stain her eyes, and told her to give up.
Although there was disgust in his tone, everyone could hear the protection in his words.
"Twelve months, go and find out why the emperor went to Xihe Hall today."
She knew that the emperor knew that none of the concubines he had rejected could come back to life again.
What is so special about Jiang Xinyue?
Concubine Li may not have a chance to know about this extraordinary feature.
After all, only the emperor could experience Jiang Xinyue's skills in bed.
During the day, the emperor had already said that he would favor Jiang Guiren at night, so Wang Dequan would not let the little eunuch in the respect room bring him the green head card again.
Before nightfall, a eunuch came to Xihe Hall to announce: "My noble young master, please light the lamp in Xihe Hall tonight."
Magpie and Shuangjiang were as happy as if they were celebrating the New Year, and they pulled Jiang Xinyue to dress her up.
The original person is also a person who cherishes beauty very much. There are all kinds of powder, hair oil, lip balm, rouge and snail hair on the dressing table.
"Don't use these."
Jiang Xinyue avoided the fragrant osmanthus hair oil: "Don't put your hair in a bun, just keep it loose and tie it up with a hosta."
There was no makeup on her face. She only applied a thin layer of beauty-boosting pearl powder, picked some lip balm made from flowers, and lightly applied it on her lips.
Compared with the hibiscus blooming in the clear water during the day, she looks a bit more delicate and bright in the candlelight at night.
When the emperor came, what he saw was a thinly dressed and graceful fairy concubine, holding a palace lantern, standing outside the steaming palace door, with a gentle smile on her face, welcoming his arrival.
The glistening palace lantern made her beauty more prominent, and even the three thousand blue hairs swaying in the wind added a touch of charm to her alluring beauty, making her particularly fond of her.
Emperor Xuanwu strode over and tucked her broken hair behind her ears distressedly: "Why bother standing outside in such a hot day? Just wait for me inside from now on."
The beauty's little hands were hot, her face was red, and she was so tight that she must have been standing for a while.
Jiang Xinyue lowered her head and smiled. Her fluffy, non-greasy hair, with a fresh fragrance, arched back and forth on the emperor's chest, like a fluffy kitten.
"I know the emperor is coming, so I don't feel hot at all, I just feel refreshed!"
The emperor's big hand touched the top of her head, feeling the proud figure of the woman in his arms, and his throat tightened unconsciously.
The restraining arms around his waist became tighter and tighter. Jiang Xinyue placed her small hands on the emperor's chest, but deliberately buckled her shoulders inward, revealing a deep and uncomfortable ravine on her chest, and pressed against him tightly.
As the two looked at each other, the ambiguous atmosphere heated up. The emperor's eyes were extremely aggressive, and the burning warmth in his palms made Jiang Xinyue blush.
When Wang Dequan saw this, he hurriedly and silently waved away the people in the palace, and exited the door to guard.
When the room was silent, Emperor Xuanwu lowered his head and bit her sweet lips like a ferocious beast.
After a long while, he released his lips. Both of them were breathing rapidly and their eyes were drawn.
Jiang Xinyue touched her red and swollen cherry mouth and glanced at Emperor Xuanwu embarrassedly. The charming look in that look made him unwilling to wait any longer. The room was full of life and fragrance as the candlelight flickered.
There were many concubines in the harem, and they were all extremely beautiful on weekdays, but when it came to the bed room, they all looked the same, allowing Emperor Xuanwu to occupy an absolutely dominant position, which over time became boring.
But Jiang Guiren is different!
She dared to command the emperor wantonly, and her bold words made the well-informed Emperor Xuanwu's heart beat faster.
This feeling is so novel! So exciting!
It makes people want to stop. They just want her to feel more comfortable, show more seductive gestures, and say more heart-stirring words.
The novel is a lie. The emperor cannot do it seven times a night, but four or five times at most, but the victory lies in bravery and persistence.
I just don’t know if Emperor Xuanwu, a stallion in another concubine’s womb, would be so unsatisfied?
Men in later generations envied the emperor's happy life of singing and dancing every night. In fact, Jiang Xinyue felt that being an emperor was quite pitiful.
There were so many women in the palace, just waiting for him to be a prostitute. Whether he liked it or not, in order to maintain the previous dynasty, he had to do it.
But Jiang Xinyue didn't sympathize with him.
This is called being in one's position and seeking one's government.
It's like she has now become a member of the prostitute army. Isn't she trying her best to please him in order to seek a better life with rich clothes and fine food?
"Ahem..."
After the gluttonous feast, Emperor Xuanwu coughed twice and paused with his clothed hands: "The king must be complete!"
"The slave is here."
There was a noise immediately outside the door, and several eunuchs were carrying hot water and pouring it into the tub behind the screen.
The woman on the bed had her eyes closed tightly, but her long eyelashes like butterfly wings were trembling slightly. Her fingers were grabbing the quilt, and she looked too shy to open her eyes.
The emperor chuckled lightly, hugged her and put her in the bathtub. Wang Dequan listened to the sound of gurgling water, and the emperor calmly said: "Tomorrow, let the Ministry of Internal Affairs send some mugwort incense to wash the Lotus Palace."
Wang Dequan smelled the smell of inferior herbs in the air and nodded in agreement.
His mind was running wildly. He must have never offended this powerful Jiang Guiren, right?
