What is this all about?
Is it something he can listen to?
Sang Qi couldn't listen anymore, so he blushed, closed his eyes, lay down on He Lanyin, and pretended to faint.
This is a scene that He Lanyin has seen several times. Sang Ning is in poor health and often faints when he disagrees.
He was frightened like this, and the drunkenness was also frightened away: "Sang Ning, what's wrong with you? San Ning? The imperial doctor! Call the imperial doctor quickly!"
Wang Cheng knew that Sang Qi was pretending to be faint, so he took the opportunity to say: "Your Majesty, please let go of him quickly, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable."
After hearing this, He Lanyin did not dare to touch "Sang Ning".
He sat on the ground, letting "Sang Ning" lean on him, his hands drooped, looking helpless and pitiful.
Seeing that there was no restraint, Sang Qi rolled his body to the ground, and then rolled and crawled out of Zhaoxia Palace.
God, it was so dangerous just now, it really scared him to death!
"Sang Ning! San Ning, where are you going?"
He Lanyin got up and wanted to chase her, but Wang Cheng hugged her tightly: "Your Majesty, that is not Queen Sang, but Lord Zhaoning. You are wrong."
"No, no, I read it right. That is Sanning, my queen."
"Okay, it's Queen Sang. Your Majesty, Queen Sang is playing hide-and-seek with you. Stand firm, and my servant will help you go to find her."
He half supported and half coaxed He Lanyin to the Tai Chi Hall.
Taiji Hall is He Lanyin's sleeping hall.
But now there are concubines arranged by the Queen Mother.
When the Queen Mother learned that he was entertaining Feng Zhanzhi at the Chaoxia Hall, she knew that he would get drunk, so she arranged in advance for her concubines to serve him.
It was Hui Zhaoyi and Cheng Zihui, the daughter of the imperial censor.
Her clothes were thin, her jade body lay horizontally, and her white and straight legs stretched in the air, assuming a very seductive posture.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
She called softly, her voice soft and affectionate.
Helan Yinzui squinted his eyes slightly and didn't see who it was. He only knew that there was a woman lying on the bed. He immediately said angrily: "Who allows you to climb into my bed? Someone! Drag her down!"
He was so drunk that he couldn't remember Cheng Zihui's identity. He only knew that a woman climbed into his bed. Damn it, Sang Ning would be angry if he found out.
"Your Majesty, I am here to serve you as ordered by the Queen Mother."
Cheng Zihui felt that she had received the Queen Mother's gold medal to avoid death. Who doesn't know that Your Majesty is the most filial?
Therefore, even if the emperor called for people to drag her down, no guards dared to come in.
Seeing that no one dared to come in, Cheng Zihui got out of bed, walked up to the emperor with her bare white feet, swaying her hips, and leaned on his shoulders.
He Lanyin got out of the way in time, but Cheng Zihui was unprepared and almost fell down.
Fortunately, she had a strong waist and was able to stabilize her body at the critical moment.
"Your Majesty, don't I look good? Your Majesty, look at my body."
She cooed and pounced on him again.
He Lanyin dodged again and became agitated: "Get out of here! Get back quickly!"
For the sake of her being a woman, he didn't have enough sense left to kick her.
"Wang Cheng, what are you doing standing still? Get it away! Get it away!"
He held his sore forehead with one hand and waved away impatiently with the other.
Wang Cheng was actually worried that Cheng Zihui was wearing too little, so he didn't dare to call the guards in.
It would be inappropriate for the guards to come in and see her disheveled.
Therefore, I can only persuade him with kind words: "Hui Zhaoyi, Your Majesty drank a lot tonight. I'm afraid it won't work. You should go back first."
How could Cheng Zihui be willing to leave?
It is easy to have fun after drinking when you are drunk.
Currently, Pan Yu is recuperating from a broken arm, Cui Xueying is obsessed with studying chess, and Dong Xiangyi is a loser. She doesn't even leave the palace on weekdays. As long as she succeeds in being favored, the harem will be her world in the future.
She was ambitious and wanted to coax the emperor into favoring her.
"Your Majesty, don't you recognize me? I am Sang Ning——"
She really didn't want to pretend to be Sang Ning and get favored, but she had no choice but to endure it for a while and seek long-term benefits.
When He Lanyin heard about Sang Ning, he looked over, but Cheng Zihui turned his head and covered his face with his sleeves. The handkerchief was made of gauze, and when it covered his face, there was a looming beauty.
Of course, she exposed one of her eyes, which she outlined as Sanning's fox eyes. There was a red tear mole on the corner of her right eye, and the end of her eye was also painted brightly red. In short, she looked like Sanning's demon.
He Lanyin was drunk and couldn't turn his head away for a moment. He really thought she was Sang Ning. At the same time, he walked towards her with both feet and called: "Sang Ning, Sang Sang -"
He missed her so much that he reached out to hug her.
But how could Cheng Zihui hug him?
When he came closer, she turned on her toes, avoiding his outstretched hand, and guided him towards the bed.
He Lanyin was led over by her: "Sang Sang, Sangsang, don't go, don't leave me -"
Cheng Zihui felt bitter in her heart when she saw that he had fallen into the trap, and her smile became even brighter: "Your Majesty, come here~ Your Majesty~"
She screamed softly, and she had already sat on the bed, still covering her face with a handkerchief, revealing only a pair of charming fox eyes. She stretched out her long legs, and her white and delicate feet had already touched his chest.
He Lanyin reached out to grab her feet.
The ankle was bare, no red string, no bell.
He was briefly awake, grabbed her ankle, and asked drunkenly: "Sangsang, where is the red string bell I gave you?"
Cheng Zihui didn't know this, her heart skipped a beat, but her face remained calm, she immediately pulled her legs back and hid under the quilt.
"Your Majesty, you are here to look for it. I hid the red string bell you gave me under the covers."
When she said this, He Lanyin went to look for it.
He pulled up the quilt, trying to find the red rope bell, but Cheng Zihui covered his head, and at the same time, someone jumped on him.
With the warm jade and fragrance in his arms, and the woman he loves, what man can resist?
Wang Cheng watched the bed roll around, and it seemed that something was really going to happen. He admired Cheng Zihui's intelligence. Sure enough, if a woman is not ruthless, her status is unstable.
What about him?
Does he really want to indulge like this?
But what if you don’t indulge?
Queen Sang has passed away, can the emperor still remain chaste for her?
Once some things are broken, it seems that they can be overcome.
Wang Cheng thought so, gritted his teeth, turned around and retreated.
Han Da was still protecting the emperor outside the palace.
When he saw Wang Cheng coming out, he asked, "Is Your Majesty sleeping? What about Hui Zhaoyi?"
Wang Cheng put his hand to his lips to signal him to be silent. Then, he stretched out his hand to summon a young eunuch and ordered: "Hurry and prepare hot water."
After you accomplish something, you always need hot water.
Seeing this, Han Da understood. As loyal to the emperor as he was, his always cold face finally smiled: "As long as your majesty favors the concubine, he will be able to come out soon. Maybe we will have a little emperor heir soon."
Who doesn’t want a soft little royal heir?
He can teach the young emperor how to use swordsmanship.
No matter the princess or the prince, as long as the little prince likes it, he can teach it.
"God bless you."
He clasped his hands together and bowed in all directions.
Wang Cheng was not as optimistic as he was. His face turned bitter and he whispered, "We still don't know whether tomorrow will be a blessing or a disaster."
If the emperor wakes up and sees that the favored woman is Cheng Zihui, will he be devastated?
The emperor was so angry that he laid down millions of corpses. This young emperor crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"Amitabha--"
He clasped his hands together and began to pray: "The past is like a dream, tomorrow is a new life, let your Majesty come out."
