MTL - Sweet Beauty-Chapter 22 sachet

However, it was said that the true king, Liu Yanshou, was the tenth-generation grandson of Emperor Wen, and should be the same as Liu Ruo in terms of clan rank.

Zhending is a country. After the decree of grace, the country's territory has gradually narrowed. In today's Jizhou, surrounded by various counties, it is like a lonely place. Fortunately, Liu Yanshou is the queen of Zhending. There are 100,000 soldiers in the middle, and it has been settled down to this day.

The so-called Wengzhu is Liu Yanshou's sister, and the first real princess Liu Sujun. Liu Sujun and Zheng Xu, the true prime minister of the state, have a daughter, and now they are seventeen and have not yet married. Liu Yanshou came here with Liu Sujun's daughter, and the meaning is self-evident.

If Liu Yuruo wanted to borrow the soldiers of Zhending, he was afraid that he would have to marry him.

Ashu's hand holding the bamboo slip was a little tighter. Zheng Donglan, the daughter of Wengzhu, seemed to have heard of it in her previous life. There must have been something in the middle of it, otherwise, if Liu Yu was a person, if he wanted to marry, he would never have refused to give King Zhending face and left his bride here in the cold.

It was getting late, and Queer gave her a quiet wink at the door. She had no time to think about it, so she quickly took out the carving knife, scraped off the ink on the bamboo slip, leaving no trace, and put it in the box.

Before giving up, Liu Yu had already returned in the twilight, his face was always gentle and tired, but today's smile looked a little more excited and ready to go.

Only then did Ah Shu go to undress for him, and then listened to him: "Zhao Ji, King Zhending should arrive the day after tomorrow, and there needs to be a banquet in the palace."

A Shu's hand resting on his belt paused for a while, then took it off, and said softly, "The concubine is ready to give birth." A momentary daze flashed in her eyes, and in about a few days, he should wish her , arrange the wedding ceremony for him and Zheng Donglan.

There was a strange feeling in her heart. It was neither melancholy, sour, nor joyful, but empty.

If Liu Xiu sends Zheng Donglan back to Zhending, can she also resign and return to Handan?

Liu Yu didn't notice her thoughts, but suddenly asked, "Where is the sachet I want? Can you do it?"

Ah Shu was stunned for a moment, thinking about the sachet after he didn't want him to say the real thing. She subconsciously raised her eyes and glanced at the small lacquer box placed beside the makeup cot, suddenly a little shy. Although she didn't know what he meant, this was the first time she had worked as a needlework girl for a man, and even her elder brother Zhao You had never done it before.

Liu Yu didn't wait for her to answer, and followed her line of sight to see the half piece of silk protruding from the edge of the lacquer box.

Just look at this month's white silk, bluegrass flowing cloud patterns, and red tassels. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips curled into a small arc. If he hadn't been able to see the messy stitches at the seam at a glance, he almost thought that the needle and thread of the sachet had come from someone else.

Her painting is really wonderful.

"Very good." Liu Yu praised, "This is Zhao Ji's intention, and I will carry it with me every day."

Ah Shu's face was hot when she heard the words: "Your Majesty—I, my embroiderer, is really unbearable... Don't teach people to laugh at me—" As she spoke, she reached out to retrieve the sachet.

Liu Xiu quickly raised her hand so high that she couldn't reach it no matter what, so she could only look up at him pitifully, her misty eyes full of tenderness.

Liu Xiu only felt that her heart was gently poked by her appearance, sour and numb, as if a cat's tail was flicking.

He quietly looked away, concealed the restlessness in his heart, touched the top of her hair with one hand, taught her not to get close, and gently and cautiously put the small sachet into the front of his shirt, as if it was very precious and important.

"The queen embroidered it herself, who dares to joke?"

Ah Shu was stunned, her cheeks flushed, and she didn't know how to answer.

In the middle of the night, the two lay side by side, and the room was covered in darkness, very silent, except for the sound of slow breathing.

Ah Shu quietly looked sideways, and through the hazy moonlight glanced at Liu Xiu, whose eyes were tightly closed, as if he had been asleep for a long time, carefully propped himself up, and used his hands and feet to get closer.

The faint sound of the rustling of clothes was amplified infinitely in the quiet night. She reached out a hand and quietly touched the front of his chest. She moved more slowly. She wanted to get the sachet back, but she was afraid of waking up the person beside the pillow.

But only when his fingers touched the edge of the clothes, Liu Xiu, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, holding A Shu's restless little hand with one hand and pressing it firmly on his chest.

Ah Shu subconsciously took a breath, her body was stiff, her cheeks were hot, and she stammered, "Da, Da Wang, I-I just want to..."

Liu Xiu's eyes shone with a deep and scorching light under the moonlight. He looked at the woman in front of him who was so close to him that he could clearly feel the nervousness and trembling, the corners of his lips raised calmly, and his voice was hoarse: "It's cold, so the queen can't sleep at night because of this? "

It was cold in the late autumn night, and when Ah Shu heard the words, she felt a chill all over her body, and she couldn't help trembling.

Before she could speak, he stretched out his arms involuntarily, turned her over, turned his back to his chest, and held her tightly in his arms.

"So warm, the queen sleeps in peace." After saying that, he closed his eyes again.

Ah Shu's heart was pounding, and she struggled with her hands, but she found that her whole body was protected by him, which seemed to be slack, but in fact she couldn't move.

I'm afraid I can't get the sachet.

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Early the next morning, before dawn, Liu Yu woke up with a tingling sensation on his arm.

That night, the two were actually entangled in one place and never separated, and at that moment, the little girl also slept on his arm and slept very soundly.

It's just that he suffered, and in the cool night, his whole body was burning and restless, but he didn't dare to let her go.

Every time he moved a little, she seemed to feel something, squirming closer. He couldn't shrink back, so he could only resign and hold her in his arms with staring eyes, sniffing the sweet fragrance, enduring the stiffness of his whole body, and never let go of the warm nephrite in his hands.

The sachet in the placket was close to his chest, like a branding iron, teaching him to churn with blood all over his body, rushing straight to his limbs and bones.

The strange feeling spread all over his body with the numbness on his arm, he couldn't bear it any longer, fine sweat broke out from his forehead, frowned, and tried his best to carefully pull out his arm from under her neck, straddling out of the bed and collapsed, straight Went to the bathroom.

After a long time, after he had completely recovered, he dressed neatly and came out.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, Ashu woke up in a daze, and Queer changed her clothes and washed her. In a trance, she suddenly widened her eyes, just now, as if she saw something strange about Liu Xiu...

It's not that she doesn't know anything about boudoir affairs. The more she thinks about it at this moment, the more suspicious she becomes. She can't help but heat her cheeks. She quickly covers it with her hands and tries her best to cool down.

Seeing her blushing face, Que'er wondered, "Ah Shu, but you're not feeling well, are you hot?"

Ashu saw Liu Yu who had already stepped out, and quickly shook his head, but when his eyes moved down to the sachet he was wearing on his waist, he felt his cheeks get hotter and couldn't help himself.

Such a clumsy idiot, he actually put it on. Knowing this, she should have asked Queer to sew a decent and delicate one for her anyway.

After the two finished their meal, Liu Yu did not leave as usual, but raised his eyebrows to look at her: "Today, I will not leave the city and enter the military camp, and will only discuss affairs with the ministers in the palace. Why don't Zhao Ji send one to me?"

He was standing by the door, and as he spoke, he stretched out his hand to her.

Under the bright sunlight, his warm smile and generous palm seemed to be plated with a layer of golden light, which made her bewitched.

It was not until the palace was approaching and she saw Liu Ji, Guo Qu, Xie Jin, and even Fan Xiao that she gradually noticed something was wrong.

He was about to show the ministers that the qinse and ming between King Xiao and the queen were coming.

Just why? Is it to dispel Xie Jin's suspicions over the stable incident a few days ago, or is it for ulterior motives?

She didn't have time to think about it, and saw that the eyes of the ministers moved to Liu Yu's waist as the two approached.

Especially Xie Jin's pair of rat eyes flashing suspicion and hesitation, patrolling back and forth between the two.

Since that day the stables were attacked and the servants were injured, he always suspected that the incident had something to do with Liu Xiu. Perhaps Liu Xiu vented his anger because of his dissatisfaction with the Empress Dowager and the Great Sima.

Especially recently, he had heard a little bit of the letter that Liu Xiu's sister was dissatisfied with Zhao Jiduo, and even used Liu Xiu's death as an excuse to ridicule her. As a close relative, how could Liu Xiu not be dissatisfied at all?

But at this time, when I saw him saying goodbye to Zhao Ji, the undisguised cherishing and sympathy did not seem to be fake.

Guo Qu was very smart, and immediately looked at the sachet whose embroidery was unusually rough, but the patterns were smooth and unique, and asked, "Your Majesty, this thing must have come from the queen's hand, right?"

Liu Yu smiled and nodded, Guo Qu was really useful and understood his intentions.

"Yes, it was made by the queen herself." After saying that, he picked up the sachet and put it in his palm, so that everyone could see the brilliant red and rough embroidery on it.

Fan Xiao is an unruly person. When he thinks of a beautiful woman like Zhao Ji, who has a wonderful hand, but can't do anything about embroidery, he can't help joking: "I can't think of the queen's embroidery work, so simple and unpretentious as a child."

Hearing this, Liu Xiu dropped the sachet again, and smiled shyly: "The queen's craftsmanship really needs to be polished, which makes you laugh."

His appearance is really no different from an ordinary husband who spoils his wife excessively.

When everyone saw this, they secretly said: "Zhao Jimei, it really makes the king look good."

Guo Qu was the only one, from which he could see Liu Yu's intention: I am afraid that the marriage will not happen.

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The lieutenant general of the Xin Palace hosted a banquet to welcome King Zhen Ding and his party, which really made everyone busy.

There are very few servants in the palace, not to mention the usual sweeping arrangements, even the kitchen in the backyard is not enough for the ministers and distinguished guests of the day.

In the end, it is the two princes and kings. Although there is no need for extravagance, the minimum ritual system is indispensable.

A Shu made a decisive decision, made a business deal with the powerful clans in the city, hired many servants and dozens of kabuki performers to help him temporarily.

Bells, drums, music and dances need to be rehearsed, and food and wine need to be prepared in advance. Hundreds of people have been busy for a whole day before someone finally comes to report: The distinguished guests have entered the city and will be here soon.

Knowing that the Prime Minister and Weng's daughter were coming, Queer pulled Ashu back to the bedroom early in the morning to carefully dress up, so as to teach her to be amazed and not lose her momentum.

Hot water is prepared in the bath room, and the water is sprinkled with dried petals of various colors, and the fragrance is overflowing.

Queer rummaged through the boxes for a while, wishing to turn over all the clothes and jewelry, but couldn't pick the best one. Until it was getting late, Ah Shu couldn't wait any longer, so Fang chose a water-red dress with wide sleeves and immortality. At first glance, this skirt is dignified and generous, and it is no different from ordinary dark clothes. However, the skirt has many folds. When the wind blows, the wide sleeves flutter, and the skirt is flying.

Ah Shu's long hair has been pulled into a bun, decorated with gilt and emerald wings, and her already fair face does not need to be powdered, just a little grease, it will be as bright as peach blossoms, graceful and graceful.

Queer looked back and forth carefully, and said with satisfaction: "Ashu is so beautiful today, she will definitely be able to teach that lady Zheng to be ashamed of herself and teach the king not to look at her again."

Ah Shu is inexplicably guilty, and the two sleep together every day, but they are still innocent, and Liu Yu does not know what kind of beauty can catch his eyes.

Not long after, someone came to report that King Zhending had settled in the inn and approached the Xin Palace.

Ashu hurried to greet him, and when he reached the palace gate, he saw Liu Yuyin and a group of people coming slowly.

The leader is wide and fat, with white beards, wearing the crown of princes, wearing black uniforms, and a slightly shrewd face, he should be the real king Liu Yanshou.

Behind him, in addition to Zheng Xu, the prime minister of the same age and stature, there are two young men and women.

The woman is seventeen or eighteen years old, and her face is not very beautiful, but she is born with comprehensive eyebrows, a restrained temperament, and a moderate degree of relaxation. At a glance, you can see that she is the noble daughter of Zhongming Dingshi's family. This is Zheng Donglan, the daughter of the prime minister of the country.

The man has just reached the crown, his skin is white and his body is long, his eyebrows are clear and his eyes are beautiful, and his gestures and gestures are luxurious and elegant, but he is a little immature. He was wearing the royal uniform of the crown prince, with jade on his waist, which should be Liu An, the crown prince of Zhending.

He followed Liu Yanshou step by step, looking around curiously, but when he slid past Ah Shu, who was not far away, he froze abruptly.

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