After the rebirth, Aijia and Bamboo Horseshoe printed him

Chapter 20

In the middle of the moon, Zhou Shuhe woke up again from her dream. She held her breath and slowly lifted the strand of "real dragon hair" sticking to her neck, realizing that it was the emperor's hair that woke her up this time. Itchy.

In fact, she is very angry about getting up. Since she was a child, she loved to put on bad looks at those who woke her up. Whether it was her parents, brothers and sisters, younger siblings, servants, or her later husband, they all suffered from her tantrums.

But the one who woke her up at this time was after all the Ninth Five-Year Lord, who is under the roof, so bear with patience.

The emperor is now forty-three, and no matter how poor his character is, his appearance is well maintained. The king of a country is pampered, his figure is in shape, there are not many wrinkles on his face, and his hair is still thick.

In fact, she didn't think it was so unwilling to sleep with such a person. If she would not, then she would have wiped her neck in exile in her previous life, instead of reuniting with Qi Yu alive. As for doing it all over again, you can gain the courage to go on another path.

There are many men in this world who can talk sweetly to people they clearly don’t like, some who want them to be young and beautiful, and some who want their family to be noble, but no matter what the picture is, no one has ever been ashamed or painful It doesn't make sense for a woman to weep day and night, and even end her life with a rope.

Since she is not ashamed of fighting for favors, the tossing and turning at the moment can only be due to other reasons.

Zhou Shuhe lay quietly on the dragon bed. I don't know how many times this night. She warned herself not to push the door out, not to go to the place where there is no heater or brocade quilt, and not to yearn for someone who cannot be mentioned. Together he guards against the bitter wind of the winter night.

In order to ensure that the most honorable person in the world would not be disturbed by nightmares, there was always a lamp at the foot of the emperor's bed that would not go out all night.

Although it is only a hazy grayish-yellow, it can also reflect the surroundings, so that people will not be trapped in the dark.

Zhou Shuhe slept on the outside, and she could see the ever-burning lamp with half of her head poked out. She couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning a few times, so she simply stretched out her hand from under the quilt, and made a hand shadow in the shape of a bunny facing the lamp. .

The lights are dim, and the rabbit reflected on the paper window is also vaguely unclear.

She thought, maybe someone outside the temple is still guarding it, maybe not; the person guarding it may be able to see it, maybe not; if that person sees it, maybe he will smile knowingly, maybe not.

But even if not, even if that person is not here at all, he may have changed shifts, or he feels so embarrassing that he doesn't even want to look at her again-but as long as she can see this little rabbit herself, she can still see her. It is enough to entertain yourself by being able to feel a burst of joy in front of it out of thin air.

Perhaps it was her movement that touched the brocade quilt. The emperor next to him hummed softly in his sleep. Zhou Shuhe was so frightened that he quickly retracted his body, rubbed his sleepy face, and asked softly, "Your Majesty, What's wrong with you."

The man frowned and muttered, "It's a little hot."

"That concubine will open the window for a while, so I can let you breathe."

He closed his eyes and replied vaguely "Yes", Zhou Shuhe stopped talking, got off the bed lightly, and walked to the window wearing a pair of satin embroidered shoes.

The cold wind on a winter night blows away the heat on her body, revealing the person she is thinking about in the distance.

Outside the window there was no bright lamp like in the hall, and the moon hung above his head instead of behind him, so the little wolf that Qi Yu stretched out his hands to gesture—the little wolf she taught him to make—was not reflected above the paper window.

It is only engraved on her heart.

On a day like tonight when the blue moon is shining brightly in the sky, the stars never compete with it for brilliance. It doesn't matter whether it is humble and retreating or hesitant to move forward, but no matter what, it is always there.

He's always there as long as you're willing to keep your eyes open.

Don't cry, don't cry.

Zhou Shuhe told himself with a smile.

Meeting Qi Yu is always the most beautiful and tender thing in this world, and when you encounter tender things, don't cry.

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After the new year is the first month of the 21st year of Cheng'an, the taste of the new year lingers inside and outside the palace for a long time. The masters and slaves took the rewards, and they were all happy, and the emperor didn't have to go to court to work, and he was in high spirits every day and night.

He often went to the harem on weekdays, and even after the emperor sealed his pen, he played and sang every night. He was a bit reserved when facing Zhou Shuhe and other young concubines, and when facing those old concubines who couldn't be more familiar, sometimes he would even get married overnight. three people.

Although Jiyue is only a maidservant, she has been immersed in the Zhou family's longing for literati since she was a child, and she has also recognized characters and read books. She is quite contemptuous of the emperor's behavior and said some small things about the emperor behind her back.

"It's okay." Chen Xiaoxiao was lying on the couch, playing leaf cards with herself, "We also have customers in our building who do this kind of thing. Two or three people only order one girl, and the guests save money. It's nothing to be unhappy about, presumably the same is true for the concubines and Your Majesty, so don't worry about it if you don't do your business."

This sounded like an ordinary admonishment, but something was inexplicably wrong. Jiyue was suspicious for a while, but he didn't find anything strange in it.

Zhou Shuhe was concentrating on reading a book at first, but after hearing Chen Xiaoxiao's nonsense, he raised his head and glared at her, and spat: "How many times have I told you, Your Majesty is Your Majesty, not the girl in your building. If you don't talk, no one will Take you for a dumb."

Chen Xiaoxiao chuckled, and was about to say something when Qi Yu walked in with four young eunuchs.

This man has just been promoted to a penmanship. He is wearing a dark purple gown with round neck and narrow sleeves, and a gauze cap with a veil on his head.

In his previous life, he had never been the Supervisor of Rituals and Bingbi, but had followed the path of the Supervisor of the Horse, and succeeded Wan Ping as the Supervisor of the Imperial Horse.

Zhou Shuhe smiled and was about to go up to meet him, but found that his expression was modest and alienated when he was talking to ordinary concubines, and Zhou Shuhe felt a slow but heavy sense of oppression from him just like ordinary concubines.

"Please Xiao Baolin and Zhou Baolin. Your Majesty will send your slaves to invite Zhou Baolin to Zhongcui Palace for a briefing. Xiao Baolin can go with you if you have nothing to do."

Zhou Shuhe was startled, and looked at Chen Xiaoxiao, got up and picked up a blue cloak to put on, told Jiyue to stay in the palace, set off and walked out following Qi Yu's guidance.

"What's going on?" Zhou Shuhe asked in a low voice.

Qi Yu didn't answer her immediately, but glanced back, and gently persuaded: "What are you doing so close to? Zhou Baolin won't run away again, so don't accidentally bump into the two ladies. A fine."

The four eunuchs didn't say much, they raised their hands and said yes, then took two steps back.

Only then did Qi Yu respond to Zhou Shuhe's question, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty suspects that you have a relationship with others."

Zhou Shuhe was shocked, watching him and couldn't help blurting out: "But we haven't done anything yet."

"..."

Qi Yumo was silent for a moment: "It's none of my business."

Chen Xiaoxiao was thoughtful at the side: "Since that's the case, then I'm the one talking about it. In the past, there were indeed occasional female customers who were good at polishing mirrors in our building. As for customers, they have all kinds of tastes, but I didn't With my eyesight, I can tell that Shuhe is not a person of this way. Your Majesty insists on being so suspicious, it is a great injustice."

Qi Yu endured it: "It's none of your business, Xiao Baolin."

Chen Xiaoxiao was shocked when she heard the words, and reprimanded in a low voice: "My surname is Zhou, don't you have a good brother and sister?"

Zhou Shuhe had blue veins popping out of his forehead, and couldn't help it anymore: "I said, can you take a look at the atmosphere, it's a big event of beheading."

When she finally restrained Chen Xiaoxiao, Qi Yu also came out of the nervousness of hearing about it for the first time, and sorted it out secretly.

"Tonight, His Majesty invited Shen Shunv to attend the bed for the first time, and for some reason there was a sudden commotion inside. First, she found that Shen Shunv had stolen your hairpin, and she was slapped five times, and then explained that she actually saw it near the Luohua Gate. A man dressed in regular clothes accidentally dropped the object on the ground, and she saw the royal pattern on it, and thought that the person was His Majesty, so she gathered it according to her girlish feelings."

"But in fact, the hairpin was given to you by the emperor, and it is recorded in the booklet of entry and exit. Now the concubine Zhuang has also gone. What she means is that the person is the guard of the Tongluohua Gate, and you have a relationship with him. Since Concubine Zhuang led her in this direction, I'm afraid she was already prepared, when I came, she was suggesting that Shen Shunv should identify someone, and when she did, she would presumably have to search her body."

Zhou Shuhe thought for a while: "Is Shen Shunv the one who entered the palace with me but has never been served?"

"It is this man."

"It's really troublesome..." she sighed, "but fortunately, I am from Yihe Palace. No one wants the concubines of Yihe Palace to live more than Your Majesty. No matter what, I will not die."

Qi Yu shook his head: "If you lose the emperor's heart, even if you don't die in the palace battle, you will die in the hands of His Majesty."

"It's not me who has the emperor's heart." Zhou Shuhe patted the blue cloak on his body lightly, showing a meaningful smile, "Although death is the most important thing, I want to gamble on Princess Bai's emperor's heart."