The Love between Hanxiang and Qianlong

Xiaoyanzi looked bitter when she heard Hanxiang's words.

"I still have to write poetry? Can I not do it? Writing poetry is so difficult."

Hanxiang looked at her and shook her head

"I have to write a poem. Ziwei still has half a month to recover. You can think about it carefully.

You can ask Master Ji, I will test you."

Yongqi and Erkang were relieved to see Hanxiang looking relaxed and even able to amuse Xiaoyanzi, thinking that Ziwei was fine.

Xiaoyanzi sighed

"Okay, I'll go ask Master Ji for advice then and try not to let you down."

Hanxiang looked at her

"You are a teachable boy. When you have learned how to play chess, I will teach you. I promise not to look down on you."

Xiaoyanzi's eyes lit up and she wanted to hug her again but Qianlong stopped her.

"Xiaoyanzi, that's enough. How long do you want to hold my Xiang'er? I have already tolerated you just now, don't go any further."

Qianlong's face darkened and he wanted to hit someone again.

Xiaoyanzi was trembling with fear. The Emperor looked even scarier now.

Hanxiang patted his hands

"Husband, you scared her, please don't be so serious, okay?"

Qianlong held her in dissatisfaction

"She has already hugged you twice. How long does she want to hug you? Have you forgotten who you belong to?"

Qianlong squinted at her, his eyes seemed to glow green.

Hanxiang took small steps to get away from him, but Qianlong noticed her and picked her up and left Shufangzhai.

Xiaoyanzi was confused

"Why is the Emperor walking so fast while holding Hanxiang? Am I that scary?"

Yongqi and Erkang looked at each other and then looked away. Erkang pushed Yongqi and went to look after Ziwei.

Yongqi coughed lightly

"It's okay, it's just that the Emperor saw that the Queen seemed tired, so he carried her back to Baoyue Tower."

Xiaoyanzi didn't think much about going to see Ziwei.

Seeing that there was nothing to do here, Qing'er also returned to the Cining Palace to see the Empress Dowager.

Yongqi looked at Qianlong's back with some envy, wondering when he and Xiaoyanzi would be able to have the same experience.

Thinking of this, I went to Xiaoyanzi as well.

After Qianlong carried Hanxiang to Baoyue Tower, he ordered everyone to go down and he carried Hanxiang into the inner room.

After Hanxiang got to the bed, she quickly ran away

"Husband, calm down, don't be impulsive." The little body trembled.

Qianlong looked at Hanxiang and smiled

"It seems that you still don't know who you are? Today your husband will let you feel it well so that you can plead for others next time."

Then he pressed on.

Hanxiang, relying on her petite figure, dodged his hand and ran off the bed, smiling provocatively at Qianlong.

"Husband, catch me first, and then you can do whatever you want to me."

Qianlong also became interested in her naughty appearance

"Little thing, where are you going?"

The two of them had a quarrel, which ended with Qianlong grabbing her by the pillar in the hall.

Hanxiang breathed slightly in Qianlong's arms. Qianlong was moved and carried her into the bathroom to wash up and then carried her to the bed.

Hanxiang took the initiative to offer her red lips, and Qianlong took the initiative to offer his love. Soon, beautiful music sounded in the room.

Qianlong looked at her charming eyes and asked emotionally: "Tell me, who do you belong to?"

Hanxiang said intermittently: "Husband, I am yours, only yours."

Qianlong was so excited when he heard the answer that he became more and more uncontrollable and tossed and turned for most of the night before stopping.

After Qianlong helped Hanxiang clean up, he held her and lay down again, closing his eyes.

Cining Palace, the old Buddha saw Qing'er coming back and asked

"What happened to that girl Ziwei? Is she pretending?"

Qing Er wiped away her tears

"My dear Mr. Buddha, Ziwei was really in danger. Fortunately, Hanxiang arrived in time and saved her."

Karl Lagerfeld couldn't believe it: "It's just a pinched finger, can it be that serious?"

Qing'er nodded: "Master Buddha, please don't use this kind of punishment again in the future, okay?"

When the old lady heard Qing'er's words, she said, "I understand, and I won't do it again."

Qing'er leaned in the arms of Mr. Buddha and said with emotion: "I knew that Mr. Buddha was the best."

The old lady patted Qing'er without saying anything, and asked Qing'er to help her wash up and go to bed.

In Baoyue Tower, when Hanxiang woke up, it was almost noon and Qianlong had already finished reviewing the memorials.

Hanxiang is indignant

"Husband, don't you need to sleep? We stayed with Ziwei for most of the night, how come you are still so energetic?"

Qianlong pinched her little nose

"Because you are a fairy. After eating you, your husband doesn't need to sleep and will be full of energy."

Hanxiang hums

"My husband is not serious, I won't tell you anymore." She opened her hands and let him help her dress and wash.

Qianlong kissed her face lovingly, helped her dress, and then held her in front of the dressing table to do her makeup and draw her eyebrows.

After Qianlong finished the painting, he asked her to look in the mirror and asked: "Look at how your husband's painting is."

Hanxiang asked in surprise: "Husband, when did you learn this? You draw very well."

Qianlong looked at her delicate eyebrows and eyes full of affection.

"After watching Vina Gina and the others draw, I found a small trick to practice."

Hanxiang stood up and hugged Qianlong with a sweet smile

"Then let my husband draw my eyebrows and braid my hair for the rest of my life, okay?"

Qianlong kissed her eyes and eyebrows and said: "I braid your hair and draw your eyebrows just for you."

Hanxiang quickly kissed him on the lower lips and ran away. After lunch, they went to Shufangzhai together.

Ziwei in Shufangzhai has woken up. Xiaoyanzi and Jinsuo are talking to her. Erkang sits aside and watches them quietly without saying a word.

When Qianlong and Hanxiang came over, Yongqi bowed. Hanxiang went into the inner room. Qianlong and Yongqi stared at each other.

Qianlong looked at Yongqi and said with dissatisfaction

"How did the memorial get to Baoyue Tower? What are you doing?"

Yongqi's helpless father

"I have to take care of Little Twelve and also come to Shufangzhai to visit my sister. How can I have the time to review memorials?"

Qianlong said coldly: "You can take the memorial to Shufangzhai, but don't let me see it again in the future."

Yongqi felt a headache looking at his irresponsible father, the emperor. The emperor was happy, but he was almost exhausted.

The father and son were discussing the memorial. Hanxiang entered the inner room and saw Ziwei and felt her pulse.

"How are you feeling today? Are you feeling better?"

Ziwei looked at Hanxiang with tears of gratitude

"I feel much better, thanks to you, thank you Hanxiang."

Hanxiang unwrapped her bandage and applied medicine to her

"Why should we be polite to each other? If Xiaoyanzi hadn't sent someone to find me, I wouldn't know you were so badly injured."

With an unnatural expression, Ziwei looked at Hanxiang in surprise and said

"I feel like you're different than before, and your scent has changed too."

Xiaoyanzi heard Ziwei's words and looked at Hanxiang seriously.

"I think Hanxiang seems to have become more beautiful. There is an indescribable thing that can't be explained inadvertently in her eyes, which makes people want to get closer to her."

I got close to her and smelled it.

"The fragrance has become even more alluring, and I just want to hold you forever."

Ziwei looked at Hanxiang and corrected Xiaoyanzi

"It's the charm that inadvertently flashes in the eyes that even we can't resist."

Hanxiang helped Ziwei apply the medicine and looked at her

"You're teasing me with Xiaoyanzi now that you're feeling a little better. Aren't you afraid that I won't come?"

Xiaoyanzi quickly hugged her while Qianlong was away

"Hanxiang, you are so kind, you must not want Ziwei to suffer, right?

You definitely won’t stand by and watch her die, otherwise you wouldn’t have used such a precious medicine as Ningxiang Pills to save Ziwei."

Hanxiang pinched Xiaoyanzi's face

"Remember to write a poem for me when Ziwei gets better."

Just this sentence made Xiaoyanzi depressed

"Why does such a thing as poetry exist in this world? It's so difficult for Swallow."

Hanxiang looked at her helplessly and shook her head. She gave Ziwei a few more instructions and left her boudoir.