At 3 o'clock the next day, the sky was painted black, and the cold wind swept through the snowflakes, scratching his face like a knife. Even with internal strength protection, Changxi put on a thick large bamboo, with a wind cap to cover his head firmly, and watched the young eunuch take a long bamboo pole to light the lantern hanging from the eaves a little bit.
Orange yellow candlelight falls on the floor, bringing a hint of warmth, stomping his feet, walking into the palace and looking at the hourglass in the corner. It's almost time for the Emperor to wake up.
When the time of the early dynasty was approaching, he hesitated for a moment and walked into the inner palace to wake the emperor. In the past, the emperor would always wake up on time at C time, and often turn over and fall asleep after the night. Like today, he was almost to the bed and nothing had happened. It was a terrible experience.
“Emperor, Emperor? Time to get up.” Changxi leaned down slightly and stood five meters in front of the bed and shouted softly.
The luxurious purple bed mantle covers the sculpted king bed with a solid, invisible view, but Changxi is a guard, how sharp the five senses are. Just walking into the inner palace, you can smell the rich musk blended in the light floral scent, breathing suffocating nitrogen. Looks like last night was more intense than he thought.
Invisibly heard a call, Zhou Wudi opened his eyes, saw the familiar purple mantle, then turned his head to see him sleep in his arms bent, a faint mulberry elm, the corner of his mouth blossomed with a satisfying smile. It took him so long to come back to life until today.
“I heard you. Go on down.” Keep your voice down and send Chang Xi out of the palace.
The man let go of her reddish lips and with a big hand followed her cheeky hairline, his voice dull, “Morning, Mulberry Elm.” That's what she has to say to Po every morning, and he's always wanted to respond.
“Good morning, good morning.” Mengsang Yufengmei also had a foggy, wet, stunning expression that looked delicate and cute, causing men to laugh.
He waited and waited. He saw that the hourglass was about to go to D, which led to a tangled face coming in. “Your Majesty, it's almost D, beware of the early dynasty. ”
“I know.” The unusually dull voice of a man comes out of the mantle and he can also feel the hidden anger in it.
Changxi shrunk her shoulders and stepped back out of the palace. I can't do this anymore, Commander. Where are you? His inner little man called out loud.
In the mantle, Meng Sangyu woke up and hurriedly lifted the quilt, "Your Majesty, the concubine waits for you to change.” If this person misses the morning, the evil princess's hat may be snapped on her head. How many eyes are staring at her? She can't step in the wrong direction.
Lost the warmth of the bedding, she felt her body so cold that she lowered her head along the man's burning gaze, shouted, hurriedly retreated into the quilt again, her eartips red and bleeding quickly. Emma, why isn't she dressed?
“Huh ~” As the man slowly slipped his shirt on, he laughed silently and exclaimed in his heart: the mulberry elm is as cute as ever!
“I'll send someone in to serve you. It's cold outside. You can sleep a little longer.” He took the woman wrapped like a cocoon into his arms and kissed her cheek and told her.
“No, the concubine immediately stood up to serve the Emperor.” Monsanto Elm pulled the blasphemous pants by the pillow into the quilt to prepare the sleeve, and only her wet eyes revealed her fatigue.
“No obstacle, I will let you sleep and you will go back to sleep.” Zhou Wudi threw away her blasphemous clothes, wrapped her around her horns, kissed her on her eyelids that she was going to grovel, and drowned in a tone she could not speak.
Junjie, who met the man, insisted that Meng Sangyu shrunk into the nest and hesitated to close his eyes. Perhaps a little too spoiled towards the man, she listened to the silence in the mantle, quietly opening one eye to look, but facing the man's dark eyes as the abyss.
The man did not go, he was leaning over and staring at her sleeping face, and the fierce enthusiasm in his eyes was astonishing. Mengsang Elm grabbed the cotton quiver and trembled like a frightened little animal.
“Oh ~” Zhou Wudi grinned again, grabbing one of her fingers and licking one kiss, cautiously ordered, "Go back to sleep, but be sure to get up when the time comes, don't miss your breakfast.” In winter, mulberry elms used to love the bed, sometimes sleeping on three poles in the sun, often missing breakfast, hungry until they woke up with a stomachache.
“The concubine knows.” Monsanto Elm blinked his wet eyes, so he responded nicely.
Again! The man shook his head helplessly and took a bite on her lips. He saw her close her eyes before lifting the mantle and calling the palace people to wait.