Meng Rou twisted the robe around her waist, raised her head and asked softly: "Your Majesty...are you injured?"
Zhao Yong waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.
Unaware of this, Si Yue and Hu Hual had already pursed their lips and chuckled.
Zhao Yong glared at the two women, then pretended to be angry at Meng Rou: "Why didn't Rou'er tell me earlier? If it weren't for today's coincidence, I still wouldn't know that Zhao Gu is currently serving in the military camp."
Hearing what the king said, Meng Rou couldn't help but bow her head and said aggrievedly: "At first, I didn't know that my brother Gu was joining the army. Later... I saw that the king was working day and night on state affairs, so I couldn't bear to bother the king with trivial matters anymore."
After hearing the conversation between the two, Hualu and Si Yue realized that it was Meng Rou's younger brother who was competing with the king today.
It was common for the girls in the harem to be intimate, and during their chat they knew that Meng Rou had a younger brother. But I didn't expect that the person who embarrassed the king in the military camp today would be his brother.
Huan Huanxuan chuckled lightly, took a small piece of mutton with Kuaizi and put it on Meng Rou's plate, comforting him: "Your Majesty is concerned about Zhao Gu's safety and has no intention of blaming my sister." After saying that, he turned to look at Zhao Yong said softly: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Si Yue also nodded and said enviously to Meng Rou: "Sister, you really have a good brother."
Seeing the attitudes of the women, Zhao Yong couldn't help but laugh.
If it weren't for the fact that they were in a magnificent palace, and there were so many palace attendants around them, the relationship between Zhao Yong and these girls would really be like a folk couple.
Perhaps these days, he pampered them too much, so that Zhao Yong lost a little bit of his majesty in the eyes of the girls.
Perhaps in the eyes of the older Luo Coral, he is just a 'younger brother'.
Zhao Yong couldn't help but touch his cheek. It seemed that it was time to grow a beard.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yong immediately put away his smiling face and said in a deep voice to the women: "Stop talking and eat."
The girls were stunned and turned to look at the king. Seeing the serious look on his face, they said obediently: "Here..."
Zhao Yong then nodded with satisfaction. He was quite satisfied with the change in attitude of the concubines.
...After dinner, Zhao Yong left Meng Rou alone to sleep with him.
Meng Rou was still cautious when serving Zhao Yong to bathe.
Zhao Yong casually lifted the gauze in front of his eyes, feeling soft and fragrant in his arms.
"Ah..." The beauty felt the heat in her lower abdomen, and her silver teeth gently bit her lower lip. With blurry eyes, she said: "I will apologize to the king for Gu Di's rudeness during the day..."
After saying that, he began to untie his clothes. The luxurious lipstick-colored robe was casually thrown to the ground by Rou Xi, and a layer of mist-like gauze slowly faded away. Just as he was about to untie the lining, Zhao Yong suddenly said: "Wait a minute."
The beauty's face was already flushed, but her timid character still made her stop what she was doing. He looked at the king in front of him with a puzzled look. Zhao Yong said, "Don't take off the lining. I like the pattern embroidery on the collar. It looks dignified and elegant..."
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Early in the morning, the sky was hazy.
As soon as Zhao Yong walked out of the palace gate, he saw white feathers already floating in the air.
It's clear that spring has arrived, but Handan is still covered with snowflakes. It's hard to tell whether this is spring or the coldest month of winter last year.
Zhao Yong does not need to go to court today. Since the time of the former king Suhou and the Zhao Dynasty, there has been one case every three days. Zhao Yong has not changed this rule for the time being.
In fact, most of the time, the place where state affairs can be decided is not the court meeting in the palace, but the monarch's private discussions with senior Zhao officials. At best, the court meeting is only used as a place to announce government decrees.
To the north of Longtai Palace is a garden, which is the property of the royal family. Although the garden is not within the scope of Longtai Palace, it is only separated by a palace wall. With nothing to do, Zhao Yong then walked towards the garden alone. When everything was withering, it must be quite beautiful there.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yong did not ask anyone to accompany him, and was followed only by Chen Zhong and a few palace ladies.
After passing through the towering palace wall, you reach the garden.
This garden has a nice name called "Plum Garden". You can tell from the name alone that most of the flowers planted here are plum blossoms.
Although Zhao Yong has heard of his name for a long time, this is his first time here.
According to Chen Zhong, there are quite a few people responsible for guarding this royal garden, but most of them are elderly eunuchs.
Most of the plants planted in the garden are white plum trees. Now is the flowering season, and the plum blossoms are blooming brilliantly.
Before Zhao Yong entered the plum garden, he smelled a faint fragrance of flowers. There seemed to be a special smell mixed in the fragrance of flowers.
In this era, although plum trees were commonly planted throughout China, people did not have the habit of admiring flowers.
Perhaps, for ordinary people, living is a kind of luxury. How can they enjoy the leisurely time and enjoy flowers?
Of course, the reason why plum blossoms are favored by the powerful and widely cultivated is not only their proud appearance but also their edible value.
As far as Zhao Yong knows, any soup he has eaten in recent years must contain plums.
This is what Chen Zhong told him on the way. In fact, eating plums has a history of thousands of years in China. There is a record in the book of ministers: "If you make a soup, you can only salt plums."
In addition, plum blossoms can also be used as medicinal materials to regulate the spleen and stomach and sort out qi and blood, so they are widely loved by doctors.
Zhao Yong was also curious when he heard about this for the first time. In this way, plum blossoms were a unique product of the nobility in this era. But in the past few years, he has never tasted the taste of plum blossoms in his meals.
In his wild thoughts, Zhao Yong had already reached the gate of Meiyuan.
The waiter responsible for guarding the plum garden had just received the news and was already kneeling on both sides of the intersection of the plum garden.
"Get up." Zhao Yong waved his hand and brushed away a few snowflakes that had fallen on his shoulders.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The old eunuch at the front stood up and continued to say to Zhao Yong: "Your Majesty, there are still nobles and common people picking plums in the plum garden. Let me drive them away first..."
After hearing these words, Chen Zhong immediately frowned and said, "Don't you know that the king is coming?"
This old eunuch seemed to be the general manager of Meiyuan. When he heard Chen Zhong's words, he immediately knelt on the ground again and explained in a trembling voice: "As soon as I got the order, the king arrived. The old slave has already asked people to go ahead... …”
"Get up." Zhao Yong interrupted him with a wave of his hand, indicating that it was okay. Then he asked casually: "Who else is in the garden?"
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Although this plum garden belongs to the royal family of Zhao State, it occupies a vast area and is outside the royal city. Therefore, during the flower season, noble children often come here to pick flowers. It can be regarded as a privilege given to him by the Zhao royal family, just like giving ice in summer.
Zhao Yong had just finished speaking and had not yet waited for the old eunuch to reply. Several people walked out of the plum garden, and the first one walked out was a girl in her fifteenth or sixteenth year. Her little nose was red, her face was also flushed as if she had been blown by the cold wind, and her red lips were like dripping cherries. It looks exquisite and exquisite, and behind it is a young lady who looks like a maid, carrying a bamboo umbrella to cover the snow and a bamboo basket shaped like a flower basket.
This beautiful and petite woman Zhao Yong is a bit unfamiliar.
When the woman came out of the garden gate, she suddenly saw a large number of people gathered outside and was shocked. When he saw Zhao Yong in the crowd, who was looking at her up and down, he immediately let out a "yeah", then hurriedly bowed deeply to Zhao Yong and saluted: "Concubine, Ying Shang pays homage to the king."
Win Shang? Oh... Xiangbang's granddaughter.
Zhao Yong nodded, and just as he was about to talk to him, two more women walked out from behind Ying Shang.
The first thing that catches the eye is a head of green silk black hair fluttering in the cold wind, followed closely by the familiar pair of goose egg dimples, her cheeks are still as crystal clear as jade, her delicate snowy skin is as frosty as snow, and the woman is wearing a Wearing a plain colorful cotton robe, there is also a large dark cloak. Looking at its shape, it seems to be integrated with the white snow of the world.
When the woman saw Zhao Yong for the first time, her face immediately turned red with embarrassment. Then, like Ying Shang in front of her, she bowed deeply to Zhao Yong and said, "Concubine, Yao Lan pays my respects to the king."
Behind Yao Lan was her personal maid Xiao Zhu.
The moment Zhao Yong saw Yao Lan, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He took a step forward, caressed the palms of the women and said, "Get up, I have nothing to do today and I was just about to appreciate the plum blossoms. Who knows, I happened to meet you. It's still early, how about you accompany me to appreciate the plum blossoms?"
Ying Shang seemed to know the relationship between his good friend and the king, so he wisely said: "Concubine, please retreat."
"That's right." Zhao Yong nodded.
Yao Lan could only blush her cheeks and whisper softly: "Well..."
Seeing that the beauty agreed, Zhao Yong took the other woman's sleeve and robe. When he touched the other woman's soft catkin, he could clearly feel Yao Lan's delicate body tremble slightly, but she did not refuse.
Zhao Yong said to the crowd: "Please step back." Then he led Yao Lan towards the garden.
"Young Master..." Xiao Zhu suddenly shouted to the two people who were leaving.
Chen Zhong hurriedly tugged on the little girl's sleeves and said, "Don't disturb the king's interest. You can go home first and explain the situation to the Handan Order."
"You, you, you two will send him home." Chen Zhong reached out and nodded at the two guards.
"Here!"
...Zhao Yong was happy from the bottom of his heart to meet Yao Lan here by chance.
The two haven't seen each other for more than a month, as the saying goes, a break is better than a wedding. Although Zhao Yong usually wanted to meet each other, he was busy with state affairs and was disturbed by etiquette.
The plum garden covers an area of about dozens of acres. In addition to white plums, there are also some purple plums planted in it. There are many bare branches outside the plum forest, which should be other seasonal crops.
There are no paved stone slabs in the plum garden, and there are irregular dirt roads between the trees. Presumably, the monarchs of the Zhao Kingdom in the past dynasties rarely came here. Fortunately, it was snowing in the sky at this time, and there was also a thick layer of white snow on the ground. The two people's cloud shoes made a squeaking sound when they stepped on the white snow.
Zhao Yong had long since put away his domineering aura. He treated the beautiful lady beside him gently and held a bamboo umbrella for her like a gentleman.
This is the first time the two of them have been alone together, and I have to say that Yao Lan is quite courageous. Perhaps I have already made the necessary mental preparations.
The man is holding an umbrella in one hand and holding the woman's warm catkins in the other. If it weren't for their clothes and location, they would really look like lovers from later generations.
Zhao Yong's nose smelled the body fragrance emanating from Meixian in the garden and the beautiful woman beside him. Only now did he realize that the smell he smelled when he entered the garden turned out to be Yao Lan's body fragrance. It has a scent that is a bit like sandalwood, which is really rare. It smells so good. It’s such a beauty. Zhao Yong thought so and couldn't help but move closer.
In fact, I don’t blame Zhao Yong for his weak legs after seeing the beautiful woman. In fact, Zhao Yong feels that his control ability is not bad, and there is no shortage of women for his status. There is no need to be too greedy for beautiful women, but he only blames the fact that there are too many beauties in this world and they are amazing. . Is it true that only heroes and beauties emerge in troubled times?
Looking at this extremely beautiful face in front of me, with a smile, it looks so beautiful at first glance. The white jade-like left cheek has a dimple when she smiles, but the gaze in the eyes is full of thoughts...
Looking at Yao Lan in front of him, Zhao Yong couldn't help but start to make comparisons in his mind. In terms of appearance, he felt that only the Han girl he met briefly in Jieshan last time could compare with her. However, if you compare them carefully, you will see that Yao Lan and the Korean girl are not the same kind of people at all, and the comparison is meaningless.
What's more, Yao Lan is not just beautiful to him.
Seeing that the other party was staring at her cheek, Yao Lan turned her head, boldly stared at Zhao Yong's eyes, and said softly: "Didn't the king want me to accompany him to appreciate the plum blossoms? Why doesn't the king appreciate the plum blossoms now, but stares at them alone? Look at me, are there flowers on my face?"
It seems that because he has lived in Dai since childhood, Yao Lan's accent is obviously different from that of Handan. But although her voice is crisp and gentle, it is not squeaky. There is a strong energy hidden in it, so her words are clear and well-spoken. Zhao Yong felt happy every time he heard her voice.
There is a fundamental difference in temperament between her and the gentle and weak Meng Rou. They are two extremes.
Zhao Yong stared at the red lips that opened and closed, and the fragrant tongue hidden in the dark.
Unable to hold back the feelings in his heart any longer, he lowered his head and kissed her passionately.
Yao Lan's eyebrows suddenly widened. Seeing the king's mouth approaching like her own, her shoulders trembled in fright. She was hesitating whether to tilt her head back, but she didn't have time. The other person's lips immediately kissed her small mouth. The red lips were soft, warm and smooth.
Yao Lan's cheeks suddenly turned redder, and her body subconsciously tried to break away, but her body was already too weak to obey.
After a long kiss, Zhao Yong asked for it wantonly, and his hands began to become dishonest. The bamboo umbrella was blown to nowhere by the wind.
Fortunately, Zhao Yong still remembered where this place was. Fortunately, last night's galloping consumed most of his energy.
The white snow that keeps falling in the sky reminds him of his identity again.
The lips were together for a long time and then separated again. Zhao Yong clicked his lower lip, as if he was experiencing a different charm. Yao Lan had already shrunk shyly into Zhao Yong's arms.
After a long time, Yao Lan suddenly pushed Zhao Yong away.
Zhao Yong was stunned at first, and when he looked again, he saw that the beauty's autumn-like eyes were already filled with tears, and Zhao Yong suddenly felt nervous. He had just forgotten Yao Lan's identity in a moment of emotion, and had forgotten that she was not from a palace background like Si Yue and Meng Rou.
Although the relationship between men and women in this era was relatively open, Yao Lan was after all an aristocratic woman influenced by poetry, calligraphy, etiquette and music...
