MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 239 Finale (36)

239 Finale (36)

"The emperor is angry!" The prime minister reacted first, kneeling down in a hurry. Everyone followed.

Zong Zheng looked at the woman on the ground without worrying, and lifted her eyes, she said in a deep voice: "Dancing well, but I don't like it. It is just a little dancing girl who dares to play tricks in front of her!" It was really ambitious leopard gall! "His sharp eyes glanced at the three envoys, and they saw their bodies shake and lowered their heads.

Xiao Xiangzi called someone busy and dragged the dancing girl away.

The envoy of Jinxian Wu Ji said, "Wei Chen failed to tune them up, causing them to offend Long Yan. Wei Chen is guilty. Please forgive the emperor!"

The other two ambassadors also screamed a cold sweat, thanking their secretly that they had not offered it. The emperor did not love beauty, and it was true.

Zong Zheng picked up the glass in front of him and said lightly, "All get up. The other six, whoever you like to watch, pick it up and take it back."

The ministers looked at each other, and where they dared to say yes, they only said in unison: "The ministers are afraid to wait."

Zongzheng raised his eyebrows worryingly: "Since you don't like it, then you are sent to the kiln. Such a beautiful dance pose is buried in the deep palace. It is a pity that more people should see it."

The dancers heard that their faces were pale and pale. Any woman ordered by the imperial edict to a brothel is not allowed to be redeemed, and can only stay there for the rest of her life.

A celebratory banquet ended like this, Zong Zheng got up without worry and took the lead to leave the party among the crowd. Stepping out of the hall, I saw a distant eruption, a moment's glance, a ray of light passing by Feng Yan's eyes immediately went out again, lowered his eyes, and walked past her indifferently.

He smelt a drink of alcohol on his body and frowned, and he never drank, but today he drank!

"No worries." She turned to catch up. Zongzheng didn't worry, he paused unconsciously, and continued to move forward without turning back.

Manyu followed behind him and followed him to the Royal Study Room. Watching him go to sit down in front of the imperial case, she stood beside.

Zongzheng worries not to look at her or to talk to her. The thought of another person in her heart, the thought of that person's position perhaps more than him, was like a sharp cone stabbing at the heart, unbearable. Holding on to the complex emotions in my heart, I opened a book, looked at it for a while, and couldn't see a word in it. His head was a bit heavy. From the age of seven, he regarded wine as hatred. This was the first time he wanted to drink. Sure enough, wine is not a good thing, even a dancing girl can stir up his **.

Manchan watched his eyes change a little, his temples jumped blue, and she walked over, reached for the music in his hand, and put it back on the table. "Retire when you are tired. Review it tomorrow."

Zongzheng Wuyou still did not look up at her, he straightened up and went into the back room.

The man was ordered to fetch water, and then repelled them. Sitting Zongzheng worry-free by the bed, twisted the towel and wiped his face. Zongzheng worriedly, squinting her eyes at her.

Man chuckled softly: "How? I'm not used to serving you? Or do you like those court ladies?"

She smiled as if nothing had happened, seeming to return to those happy and beautiful days in the past. Zong Zheng had no worries, and the hand in his sleeve was tight. He gathered his silver hair around, wiped his tired face with a towel, and moved very gently.

Zong Zheng stayed at ease, letting her fiddle with it. The tenderness and sweetness gradually rising in my heart mixed with bitterness and suffocation, struggling as if I could not find a way out.

He suddenly felt that he was useless. In front of her, his self-confidence that had always been proud of him became nothing. It used to be Fu Zhao, but now it is Rong Qi. She has no love for Fu Tu, but she has really loved Rong Qi. He and Fu Zhao have used her and hurt her. Only Rong Qi's love is perfect, and it seems that it can never be surpassed.

He always thought that only he was the one who loved her the most in the world, but now there is one more Rong Qi, a man who loves her too, has never really hurt her, and has given her life!

Rong Qi's young life, to her, is like the fireworks blooming in the night, staying in the most gorgeous moments, and staying forever. He didn't know how to surpass that man. He was afraid that he would never be able to match his whole life.

Manyu helped him clean his face, squatted down, and took off his shoes. Zongzheng dragged her without worry: "What do you do?"

Man smiled slightly and said, "Wait for you to wash your feet."

Zongzheng Wuyou's eyes crossed different colors, "This is not what you should do."

Manchan looked up and laughed: "Why not? Shouldn't it be a woman in this world to wait for the husband to wash the feet? I don't do it very often, just this time, if you want me to help you wash, I won't agree "Speaking of squatting again, but before the waist was bent, he was stunned and thrown on the bed.

Although the quilt-covered bed was not particularly hard, she was still dizzy. He hadn't figured out what happened, and his tall body had been crushed.

With her arms on the sides of her neck and her upper body slightly lifted, he fixed her eyes tightly, her eyes were complicated, and she seemed to be struggling with pain and thought.

"You remember that I was your husband." He remembered that when he found the village near the imperial city of Qiyun Kingdom, those people called her Mrs. Rong Qi's wife, and she seemed familiar with them. When I think of it, my heart feels like a thorn.

Manyu raised his hand to touch his face, so a beautiful face, so that she, as a woman, felt embarrassed. She said: "Of course I remember. You are my husband, the beloved in this life, was before, is now, is still, and will always be ..."

"Well ... Rong Qi? I'm your husband, who is you?" He asked her, squinting, with a cool voice.

The light of the man's eyes changed, and the pain in his eyes passed. Rong Qi, whenever she thinks of that name, she feels involuntary heartache. She lowered her eyes and turned her head slightly.

Zong Zheng sank with no worries, reached over her face to prevent her from hiding, "Why not say that? Don't you dare look at me ?!"

She opened her mouth and sighed, "No worries, shall we ... not mention him?"

"Why not? Because he hurts your heart?" His sharp eyes rushed to the bottom of her eyes, leaving everything she knew.

Difficult to say, "He's gone ..."

"Who said he wasn't?" Zongzheng Wuyou pointed her finger at her heart, her eyes were sore and her voice was sad: "He's here with you." That's what he cares about most.

"No worries ..." He called him weakly. She knew he couldn't rub the sand into his eyes, and he knew that he had exhausted everything, and wanted a complete love, but what had she done?

Breaking his hand, she turned her head and watched the wind blow the bamboo shadows swaying through the window. Through the window, a few shadows were printed on the yellow bed veil surrounded by the carved golden hook in front of the bed, deep and shallow, but always Where.

Zongzheng suddenly softened her arms and lay on her body, her long fingers touching her thin shoulders. He didn't want to force her, but he was really scared.

He buried his face in the neck of her neck, the two bodies close to each other, and the faint fragrance of her body spread out, if there was any lingering around the tip of his nose. He was a little stiff, and the ** that had just been provoked and suppressed was immediately released, and the alcohol in his body fuelled the flames at this moment.

His eyes were dark and deep like a pond. Look up at her.

Man Xuan felt the change of his body, and when he looked back, he saw the strong desire that suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the excitement of his heart beating from him.

She was suddenly a little scared. They haven't been in a house for more than a year, and I don't know if the body can withstand such fierce movements now.

Seeing her frowning without worry, Zong Zheng had a fear in his eyes. He sank in the bottom of his heart and thought unconsciously that she would even have scruples even with him now? Thinking of this, my heart is full of flavors, can't tell whether it is pain or anger?

Manyu didn't pay attention to his expression at this moment, only felt that he had been pressed for so long, a little breathless.

"Worry-free ..." She wanted to wake him up, but then she said nothing, and suddenly she bowed her head and kissed her.

His lips were hot and close to each other, and his kiss was fierce and eager, as if he had missed it for a long time. With an electric shock, her body trembled slightly, and her long-lost passion was instantly ignited.

Breathing quickly, her heart beats faster, like a drum trembling. Raising his hand and hooking his neck, he was about to respond, but his lips suddenly left.

She froze, raising her eyes to see the drunken struggling too late in his eyes, and his efforts to restrain. She frowned slightly, feeling the sharp ups and downs of his chest, his breath hot against her face.

"No worries, you ..." She didn't have time to say anything, and he slammed her hand to tear her clothes. His eyes were dark, his breathing was heavy, and he quickly removed all her clothes.

The yellow mantle fell, separating the two from the space outside, covering a bed of spring.

The palace lights hanging from the four corners of the room exude a soft light. Through the silky silky bright yellow mantle, they dimly and dimly shine on the two of them, giving them a more dreamy feeling.

She looked at the man on her body, and saw that the coldness in his eyes was no longer there, the passion was overflowing, and the hot eyes stared at her indignantly.

"Aman," he lowered his head, whispered in her ear, his voice was humorous, but his tone was gentle, "say ... you love me." 2k novel reading network