Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

In the deep night, Li Yuanjing stepped into Yongning Palace.

Under the eaves shrouded in darkness, lanterns shone brightly, and warm yellow candlelight shone from inside the house. Although the spring night was slightly chilly, Yongning Palace was warm.

As always.

Shen Wei brought palace maids to greet them.

Li Yuanjing looked over and saw Shen Wei walking out of the house happily. She had just finished bathing and had tied her black hair up temporarily with a green silk after drying it. Shen Wei walked too fast, and her light-colored dress spread out in a graceful arc in the wind.

Pure and simple, like lotus in clear water.

"Your Highness..." Shen Wei called out happily, but just as she spoke the words, she seemed to realize that she had called the wrong name.

She stopped, a bit embarrassed on her beautiful face, and called softly, "Your Majesty."

The voice is light and soft.

Li Yuanjing extended his hand to Shen Wei, and Shen Wei placed her hand in his large palm.

Their hands were clasped together, just like the countless days and nights they had spent in Prince Yan's mansion - he returned in the night, and she waited happily at the door.

Li Yuanjing liked to hold Shen Wei's hand, her hands were always soft and warm. The two walked through the green courtyard and headed into the house.

The night sky was full of stars and a crescent moon. Li Yuanjing glanced at the beautiful woman beside him. Suddenly, he knew what title to give Shen Wei.

The reason why he hadn't given Shen Wei the title of concubine was not because he had forgotten, but because he didn't know which word to use as the title.

The title of Huiliangshude is too mediocre.

Li Yuanjing thought about choosing a single word as a title for half a year, but he really didn't know which word would be worthy of his Weiwei.

Fortunately, tonight, there is an answer.

...

Entering the house, a faint fragrance wafts in the air.

On the desk, there was still the unfinished calligraphy of Shen Wei. Li Yuanjing picked up the rice paper and took a look. Shen Wei had written "Spring Banquet".

Shen Wei's handwriting is neat and tidy, and she has made rapid progress. Moreover, her handwriting is somewhat similar to his.

Li Yuanjing raised his lips and said teasingly, "Copying my handwriting?"

Shen Wei blushed and stammered in denial: "No...No..."

Li Yuanjing felt warm in his heart. In his mind, the warm scene had already emerged: [In the Donghua Mountain Villa, Shen Wei carefully unfolded his letter and began to copy it word by word, each word expressing her longing for him.]

If Shen Wei didn't love him, why would she be so reluctant to copy his handwriting?

Shen Wei pulled Li Yuanjing to sit on the couch and personally brought tea: "You have had dinner at the Queen Mother's place. I have prepared some hawthorn tea for you to drink."

The translucent white jade cup was filled with warm hawthorn tea. The hawthorn fruit was cut into slices, and the tea was slightly red.

Li Yuanjing did not drink the tea, but put the cup aside. He stretched out his long arms and pulled Shen Wei into his arms.

His voice was hoarse, his eyes were deep: "Let me take a look at you."

The maidservant lowered her head and walked out of the inner room quickly, letting down the long white pearl curtain. The pearls collided and made a slight sound.

Li Yuanjing hugged Shen Wei, and his empty heart seemed to be filled. He scanned Shen Wei's beautiful face inch by inch.

Shen Wei's face was flushed with heat. She also stared at the person in front of her, her white fingers stroked his face, and her eyes slowly turned red: "Your Majesty, you have lost weight... These three years must have been very difficult."

With the new emperor ascending the throne, the political situation changing, the new policies being implemented, and internal and external troubles, Li Yuanjing faced many difficulties.

But he spent three years firmly controlling the government. The stubborn old ministers dared not speak out, and the talented new ministers had a place to show their talents.

The civil war in Vietnam ended and the border crisis was temporarily resolved. With the internal and external troubles resolved, Li Yuanjing was no longer constrained and could begin to realize his ambitions and start his own dynasty.

"I'm not tired now." Li Yuanjing rubbed Shen Wei's fingers, and a smile flashed across his black eyes.

It is difficult to be an emperor, it is difficult to be a son of heaven. Although he seems to be high and mighty, no one knows how tired he is. Only his Wei Wei would care if he was tired, and would feel sorry for him and cry for him.

Incense was burning in the gilded copper stove in the room. Shen Wei looked at the emperor with her beautiful eyes, unwilling to look away for a long time, with a sour nose: "In the past three years, I have missed you very much..."

She lowered her head, tears falling from her eyes. Her voice was a little hoarse, as if she couldn't control her inner thoughts. She murmured to herself, "I really want to..."

Shen Wei lowered her head, and warm tears slid down and fell accurately on the back of his hand.

She laid the emotional groundwork for tonight very well - they saw each other from afar at the palace gate during the day, and they felt like old friends at first sight; she greeted Li Yuanjing under the eaves at night, which evoked Li Yuanjing's memories of the past; she deliberately left rice paper on the desk, each word of which represented three years of longing; then she sat in his arms, caressing his face and asking about his well-being; and in the end, she had an "emotional outburst" to express her longing.

The acting goes from shallow to deep, the emotions progress layer by layer, sublimating step by step, until it reaches the point of final explosion.

Li Yuanjing was indeed deeply moved, his heart seemed to be hit by a heavy object, and a sour emotion spread: "Weiwei."

The young emperor hugged his lover tightly, with deep affection and passion.

...

It was dark outside, and Caiping and Cailian were standing guard at the door of the bedroom.

Cai Ping lowered her voice and held Cai Lian's arm: "My dear sister, I missed you so much! I have been looking forward to seeing you and my master back for so long."

During the three years in the palace, Caiping felt bored.

Now she can return to serve Shen Wei and become the head maid of Yongning Palace. Her monthly salary has increased, her bonuses are also high, and she can work with Cai Lian. Her life finally has hope.

Cailian poked Caiping's forehead and said, "Now is not the time to reminisce about the past. After serving the master, let's have a drink tomorrow when we have time. By the way, is the hot water in the kitchenette ready?"

Cai Ping nodded and said with a smile, "It has been prepared. The emperor and the master have been apart for three years, and I think he will need hot water several times tonight."

...

Lying on the warm and comfortable bed, Shen Wei had originally thought that she would order a few hot water baths tonight.

But in fact, Li Yuanjing slept on the same bed with her and didn't touch her at all!

The two of them just chatted under the quilt.

Shen Wei told Li Yuanjing interesting stories about Donghua Mountain, such as Leyou catching frogs and the brothers Chengtai and Chengyou climbing trees.

Li Yuanjing told Shen Wei which minister had a stubborn temper, how his new policies were obstructed in implementation, and how a certain minister had smelly feet.

He wanted to tell Shen Wei everything he couldn't tell others. Only when he was with Shen Wei did he feel at ease, like returning home.

In this way, the two chatted in bed until late at night. Finally, Shen Wei felt sleepy and decided to give it another try. Shen Wei boldly moved closer and pressed her warm lips against his.

Li Yuanjing was indeed moved.

He put his arms around Shen Wei's slender waist and bent down to kiss her gently.

The heat was everywhere, and Shen Wei went to untie his wide robe. She exercised every day in Donghua Mountain, and her physical fitness was excellent. She was sure that she could withstand the baptism of Li Yuanjing's storm.

Let the storm come harder—

Her hand was held, Li Yuanjing smiled dotingly, and then lowered his head and kissed Shen Wei: "It's late, take a rest first."

After three years of separation, although he wanted Shen Wei very much, he thought that Shen Wei must be tired and sleepy after the long journey back to Beijing, and she would definitely not be able to withstand his strength.

The compassionate emperor decided to let Shen Wei go tonight and rest her for a few days before taking action.

Even Li Yuanjing himself did not realize that he was showing more and more respect and tolerance to Shen Wei.

Shen Wei had no idea what the emperor was thinking. She silently withdrew her claws and obediently lay back on her soft pillow.

The lights in the room were off, and the cool, bright white moonlight shone through the window. Shen Wei could hear the sound of even breathing in her ears.

Li Yuanjing actually fell asleep!

Shen Wei made up for her sleep during the day and took a careful bath at night, making herself smell fragrant and clean. As a result, Li Yuanjing did not touch her.

Shen Wei's mind was in turmoil, and a bold idea popped up in her mind - could it be that the emperor is dying?