After the female supporting role is quickly put on, she is full of charm

Face the praise of the face.

Ah Zhi pursed her lips and lowered her eyes shyly.

"Your Majesty, if you think it sounds nice, then this concubine's nickname is a good one."

Looking at the budding Azhi in front of her, Fu Rong personally took off her short cloak for her.

She sat quietly in front of Fu Rong, her little hands tightly grasping the corner of her clothes, with an indescribable tranquility and gentleness.

When Fu Rong hooked her fingers around Azhi's belt, she couldn't help but look at him nervously with a trembling voice.

"Your Majesty, I hope you will have mercy..."

Facing Ah Zhi's tender pleading voice, Fu Rong gently held her and fell onto the bed.

Just as he was about to untie Azhi's belt, the door was pushed open forcefully from outside.

Zeng Rou rushed in with Fengxue and saw the two people in an ambiguous atmosphere at first glance.

Fu Rong was still somewhat angry, but when he saw Zeng Rou, his expression suddenly changed.

He withdrew his hand and stood up quickly, but Azhi grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"His Majesty."

But Fu Rong's eyes were filled with only Zeng Rou, because Zeng Rou looked very sad.

Her face was haggard and tears were in her eyes. She stared at Fu Rong with disappointment in her eyes.

"Your Majesty, did this servant disturb your mood?"

Azhi deliberately opened her collar, revealing her snow-white and round shoulders, looking alluring and waiting to be picked by someone.

Zeng Rou was so angry that she wanted to go up and teach her a lesson.

But Zeng Rou still had some rationality.

I am no longer the head aunt of the Yangxin Palace.

Now, risking the wrath of Empress Dowager Xu, appearing in Luhua Palace is already very impulsive.

If he really attacked Concubine Xian, it would completely infuriate Empress Dowager Xu, and he didn't know what the outcome would be.

Zeng Rou looked at Fu Rong deeply with tears in her eyes, and finally turned around and ran outside, lifting her skirt.

Fu Rong subconsciously wanted to chase after her, but Ah Zhi looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Your Majesty, you have already abandoned me once. Are you going to abandon me a second time?"

She clenched her hands on her chest into fists, and crystal clear tears flowed out of her eyes, slowly falling down her cheeks from her white chin...

Although they were both shedding tears, Ahzhi had an indescribable beauty.

Fu Rong subconsciously raised her head to wipe her tears.

But Ahzhi's eyes were already filled with tears, and she let the tears fall one after another.

The hot tears seemed to fall on Fu Rong's heart.

He patiently coaxed her softly, "Xianfei, I will come to see you next time. Ah Rou has suffered a lot of grievances during this period."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ah Zhi let go of her hand, straightened her clothes, stood up, and bowed.

"I respectfully send you off to Your Majesty."

Seeing Ah Zhi lowering his head, Fu Rong hesitated to speak and finally chose to leave Luhua Palace.

But when I stepped out of the door, I couldn't help but look back.

The woman stood in the hall with a slender figure. The room was brightly lit and her face could not be seen clearly, but her figure looked a bit lonely and desolate.

Azhi's voice rang in his ears.

"Your Majesty, are you going to abandon me for the second time?"

Concubine Xian, I'm sorry.

But this apology did not reach Azhi's ears.

Azhi in the room had already sat down, stroking her hair lazily.

Cuizhu entered the room and knelt down to greet Azhi.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Su really can't wait to take action."

Azhi gently massaged her temples, her voice charming and calm.

"Tsk, she is so stupid. There are some things that she shouldn't get involved in, but she insists on getting involved. So don't blame me for being merciless."

Today, Zeng Rou broke into Luhua Palace, and not only was Azhi the pusher behind her, but also Concubine Su was involved.

When the news that Azhi was going to serve the emperor in the emperor's bedchamber spread, Empress Dowager Xu was on guard against Zeng Rou and made two preparations.

The little palace maid staring at her was one-handed.

Another plan was to prevent her from hearing any noises from Ah Zhi sleeping with him.

But Zeng Rou still learned the news that Azhi was in the emperor's bedchamber.

Su Xiaoqian had someone deliberately pass this news to Zeng Rou's ears in order to let Zeng Rou disrupt Azhi's chance of sleeping with her in the emperor's bedchamber.

As long as she is the only one pregnant in the palace, what does it matter if Azhi is a virtuous concubine?

Once she gives birth to the emperor's eldest son, she can be promoted to the position of concubine. It doesn't matter if a virtuous concubine has no children.

Hearing that Zeng Rou rushed into Luhua Palace and seduced Fu Rong away, Su Xiaoqian stroked her belly with a determined look in her eyes.

"Xianfei, even if you have done me a favor, there is no such thing as a rebirth in the palace. It's just like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their own magical powers."

In the straight room.

Chen Yue just felt his head was heavy, probably because of drinking too much.

Just as Chen Yue was enjoying himself, a faint fragrance entered his nose.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a blurry figure appeared in front of him. The other person was spreading out his cloak and gently covering him with it.

It was Azhi that Chen Yue had been thinking about day and night. Thinking that he was in a dream, Chen Yue held the other's soft little hand, his eyes filled with a bit of dazed drunkenness.

"My Lady, you are finally willing to come into my dream."

Azhi squatted down according to the other party's strength, and just looked at Chen Yue with blurred eyes and flushed face.

His lips were too rosy, and he looked indescribably seductive, like a male vixen in disguise, seducing passing women.

The room was quite warm due to the charcoal brazier, and I felt hot all over after drinking some wine.

He pulled open his collar and leaned closer to Azhi. There was a faint fragrance mixed with a hint of alcohol, but it didn't feel offensive.

"My lady, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have forced you. Please don't be angry with me."

Chen Yue usually looks aloof and aloof, like a flower from a mountain that cannot be plucked. I have never seen him behave so out of control.

His eyes were red and pleading.

Azhi raised the corners of his lips and tilted his chin.

Forcing him to raise his handsome face and look at her more pleadingly.

"Chen Yue, do you know who I am?"

"You are my slave's queen, my only queen..."

Her fingertips gently stroked Fu Rong's red lips.

This caused him to frown slightly and watch as the flowers were picked even more freely.

Chen Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly and his eyes were obsessed.

"I ask you to serve me, do you understand what to do?"

When Chen Yue heard what Azhi said, he was stunned at first.

If he were sober, he would definitely refuse.

But this is a beautiful dream turned into an obsession.

He came back to his senses and took the initiative to move forward, hooking his slender fingers around her belt.

Azhi wrapped her arms around Chen Yue’s neck.

He held Azhi's waist with one hand and undressed her with the other.

When love is deep, it is hard to extricate oneself.

He called softly, "My Lady."

Today's straight room did not have two passionate hearts, but stayed very close to each other, until the next day when Chen Yue woke up and his memory came back.

The two people in my memory are like two fires.

Warm and comfort each other.

Looking at the red fallen plum blossoms on the handkerchief, Chen Yue was slightly stunned and then touched his neck.

There were bite marks all over it from Ah Zhi. The two of them had gone too far yesterday.

A snow-white arm stretched out from the quilt and grabbed Chen Yue's sleeve.

Her voice was a little hoarse, but her tone was a little coquettish.

"Chen Yue, hurry up and help me change my clothes."