The Love between Hanxiang and Qianlong

Seeing her like this, Qianlong couldn't help but picked her up and let her sit on his lap.

Then he kissed her fiercely until her body became limp, and then he let her go.

His kiss was passionate and affectionate, as if he wanted to merge her into his bones.

Qianlong whispered in her ear: "Darling, can we have sex on this boat?

Let this beautiful scenery be the witness of our love, and let the world be moved by us."

His voice was full of temptation and expectation, as if at this moment, all rationality had been thrown out of the window, leaving only the desire and love for each other.

Hanxiang's neck turned red when she heard his words. She lowered her head shyly and whispered, "Husband, it's so inconvenient on the boat. What if someone sees us?"

Her voice was full of worry and concern, as if at this moment, all the beauty was shrouded by this shyness.

However, Qianlong put his arm around her waist, held her earlobe in his mouth and said, “Don’t worry, my dear, your husband has made all the arrangements.

There are only two of us on this boat and no one will bother us.

My baby is so beautiful, how can your husband bear to let others see you! "

His voice was full of determination and confidence, and at this moment, all concerns were resolved by his love.

When Hanxiang heard him say this, she finally nodded, her eyes flashing with trust and expectation.

When Qianlong saw her nod, he could no longer hold back his excitement and desire. He threw all her clothes to the ground and started to cuddle with her.

On this sparkling water, they blended their bodies and souls with each other, as if at this moment, all the beauty was concentrated on them.

After a long time, Qianlong carried the unconscious Hanxiang back to the carriage and carefully protected her all the way until they arrived at Chen's Mansion.

He gently told the palace maid to prepare water, and personally washed Hanxiang carefully, taking care of every inch of her skin meticulously.

Looking at the dense marks on her body, which were the marks of their love, his heart was filled with pride and sweetness.

These traces were his exclusive right and the unspeakable secret between him and her.

As he watched, Qianlong couldn't help but feel an impulse surge in his heart.

He smiled bitterly. No matter how much time had passed, he still had no self-control towards her.

As soon as he touched her body, he felt as if he was pulled by an invisible force, wishing he could be with her forever, even if it meant dying on her.

He quickly helped her clean up, dressed her, and then fell asleep in her arms.

In the dream, they are still tightly attached to each other, unable to separate.

They stayed in Chen's house for a few days, enjoying some peaceful time, and then set off again.

This time, the old Buddha brought Zhihua to serve him. She was smart and clever, and was very much favored by the old Buddha.

They passed by a flower boat and could faintly hear the sound of a woman singing, melodious and lingering.

After hearing this, Hanxiang couldn't help but look at Qianlong. Seeing that he didn't react at all, she couldn't help feeling a little confused.

She looked at him again, trying to read something from his expression.

When Qianlong saw her like this, he knew that she was thinking wrongly.

He gently carried her to the room on the boat, pressed on her, and said in a fierce voice: "Baby, are you doubting your husband?"

There was a hint of teasing and doting in his tone, which made Hanxiang blush.

Hanxiang looked at him, with a hint of shyness and helplessness in her eyes.

She knew that she would never be able to resist his charm, and no matter what he did, she would believe in him and love him unconditionally.

So she shook her head gently and said, "Husband, how could I doubt you? I just..."

"Just what?" Qianlong asked, with curiosity flashing in his eyes.

Hanxiang bit her lip and whispered, "I'm just curious, the woman on the flower boat sang so beautifully, but you didn't react at all."

Qianlong burst into laughter when he heard this. He hugged Hanxiang tightly and said, "My dear, no matter how beautiful the women in this world are, or how beautiful their singing is, they can't compare to your smile and frown.

In my heart, you will always be the most beautiful scenery and the most moving piece of music. "

His voice was full of affection and determination, which made Hanxiang's heart surge with warmth.

She snuggled in his arms, feeling the love and happiness that belonged only to her.

"My dear husband, I love you so much. I don't know where my love comes from, but it is so deep and lasting."

Hanxiang looked at Qianlong affectionately, her eyes full of love and attachment.

As Qianlong listened to her words, a warm feeling surged in his heart. He kissed her fragrant lips and spoke gently and affectionately.

"Baby, your husband loves you too, so don't doubt his love for you.

With you, everyone else is nothing more than a willow in your eyes, no one can be even one ten-thousandth as good as you."

After hearing this, Hanxiang's heart was filled with happiness and satisfaction. She nodded, took the initiative to offer her lips to Qianlong, and hugged him tightly.

Qianlong was delighted, for he knew that Hanxiang seldom took the initiative, and every time she did it was because she was extremely moved.

Now that she had taken the initiative to kiss him again, he naturally could not let go of this opportunity, so the two of them fooled around in the room for a long time, until dusk, when Qianlong walked out of the room with a smile on his face.

However, the good times did not last long. Two days later, news suddenly came from Ruize that there were unusual movements in Myanmar. To make matters worse, news also came from the Uyghurs that Ali Khoja was ill in bed.

When Hanxiang heard the news, she felt her hands and feet go cold, her vision went dark, and she instantly lost consciousness and passed out.

Qianlong was startled and immediately hugged her tightly, saying with trembling hands: "Darling, don't scare your husband! Wake up!"

He shouted outside, "Imperial Physician, come and see the Empress! What happened to her? Why did she suddenly faint?"

Qianlong's voice was full of anxiety and worry. He stared at Hanxiang's pale face and prayed in his heart that she would be safe.

When Doctor Hu heard Qianlong's summons, he immediately walked in, took out a handkerchief to cover Hanxiang's hand before taking her pulse.

After a moment, Doctor Hu withdrew his hand, bowed respectfully to Qianlong, and said.

"Your Majesty, the Empress fainted because of a sudden attack of anger. She will wake up soon."

Doctor Hu's diagnosis made Qianlong feel relieved.

After he waved away the imperial physician, he held Hanxiang's hand tightly, pressed her hand against his face, and felt the coldness gradually warm up.

He murmured to himself, his voice full of worry and love: "Baby, wake up quickly, don't scare your husband! You know, every little change of yours affects your husband's heart."

After a long time, Hanxiang finally woke up. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Qianlong's anxious and concerned face.

When Qianlong saw her wake up, he was so happy that he couldn't express it in words. He hurried forward and hugged her tightly, choking with sobs, "Baby, I'm so glad you're okay. Do you know how worried your husband is about you?"

Hanxiang leaned in Qianlong's arms, feeling the warmth and security, but the worry in her heart was hard to dispel.

She couldn't help shedding tears, her voice trembling a little: "Husband, Daddy..."

Qianlong gently held her on his lap, wiped her tears tenderly, and comforted her, "My dear, don't cry. Your husband will feel bad if you do this.

Master Taishan will be fine. Your husband will go back with you to have a look, okay?"

When Hanxiang heard Qianlong's words, a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks again, but this time she was moved: "Husband..."