All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

"What did the Queen say?"

"The queen wrote the letter and sent it out early this morning."

"Where's Concubine Shu?"

"It is said that even the disciples at home have been greeted."

"Don't worry, my lord. This will definitely work."

Bu Ji was wearing a pink palace dress, twisting a plain white handkerchief in her hand, and leaning against the carved door frame.

She felt like a "husband-waiting stone" now.

No, it should be Wanggonggong Stone.

Among the concubines in the harem, apart from Concubine Jia, who else is looking forward to sleeping with the emperor?

She was really reluctant, and stared at the letters on the table. She made up her mind and ran to the Cining Palace where she met the emperor. The emperor praised her beauty and turned over her green card at one quarter after ten o'clock.

Other people's fathers are wholeheartedly helping their daughters gain a foothold in the harem. They either send money to the palace or whisper a few good words for their daughters to the emperor in the previous dynasty from a distance of several meters.

Her father was nice enough, sending a pigeon message in the middle of the night with a few scribbled words.

[My daughter, my father is in danger, please save him quickly.]

When I received the letter, I didn't touch the silver, but I saw these big words and my eyes went dark.

She entered the palace to be a noble lady, not to be an immortal.

She had been avoiding the emperor's favor for several months and had not even seen the edge of his dragon robe. Even if she saw it tonight, she would not dare to bet that the emperor would listen to her.

As the saying goes, don't put all your eggs in one basket, she understands it very well.

He went to inform the concubines in each palace early in the morning, and their maternal families all spoke on behalf of Censor Bu.

We have all traveled through time and space, and we especially understand the difficulties faced by working people.

Everyone agreed that being Bu Guiren's father had a difficult life.

It is more difficult to ask an old censor who always pokes at the emperor's spine and finds fault with everything to give the emperor face than to kill him.

"My lady, Wang Huai is outside."

Wang Huai, the general manager of the Imperial Household Department, was the eunuch who took her to the Qianqing Palace to sleep with her.

Bu Ji walked out with small steps and raised her hand to greet people. Fortunately, the maid Li'er beside her pressed the back of her hand in time and helped her get into the Fengluan Chun'en carriage.

The butt cushion was indeed soft. No wonder the unofficial history said that the concubines who sat on the car all had rosy complexions and hot bodies.

There was only one person sitting in the small car, with the red gauze curtains shaking, and I almost fell asleep.

"Noble Lady Bu, we have arrived at the Palace of Heavenly Purity."

Wang Huai's voice was not sharp or harsh at all, just like that of an ordinary man.

Is he a real eunuch?

Li'er supported Bu Ji and walked past Wang Huai.

Wang Huai lowered his head and felt a very vicious gaze passing over his head.

Could it be that Noble Lady Bu also wants to bribe him? Is it too late for him to make his position clear now?

Last month, Qin Yin, the girl who was with Concubine Jia, came to him four times, but he rejected her every time. She deliberately slept in his bed and said she wanted to be his concubine.

Who could bear this? He entered the palace early and didn't get a good time. At that time, the "one-size-fits-all" approach was not popular in the Imperial Hospital, so there was something left for him.

He had the thief's ambition to find a place to use his spear, but he had no spear to use in battle.

Li'er, who is beside Noble Bu, is more beautiful and charming...I'm afraid it would be difficult to refuse her.

Bu Ji walked in with his head lowered, taking small steps, shaking a plain white handkerchief in his hand.

Just as she was about to salute, a large hand with distinct knuckles grabbed her wrist, and half of a bright yellow pajama sleeve came into view.

"No need."

Bu Ji followed his footsteps, walked through the screen and went to the bed.

The emperor let go of his hand and sat in the middle of the bed.

Bu Ji stood there, staring down at her embroidered shoes. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the flickering candlesticks. Even without looking up, she could feel the emperor staring at her.

"Pink and tender..."

"Change it to royal blue?"

The emperor did not expect that the seemingly timid concubine would suddenly raise her head and look into his eyes.

Bu Ji stared at his face in a daze. The portraits of ancient people were too unreliable.

Li Ji is extremely beautiful.

Her long black hair was casually draped behind her without any restraint, and her narrow and long eyes, with pupils as deep as obsidian, showed a hint of alienation.

The bright yellow pajamas were half open, revealing part of his strong wheat-colored chest, and he exuded an unruly, evil and arrogant aura.

She stared at the bright yellow five-clawed dragon pattern in front of her, and she believed it no matter how hard it was to believe.

This is the emperor of Chu Jin, Li Ji.

It’s just not quite the same as I imagined.

Before Bu Ji traveled through time, he was an undertaker. He had no other hobbies except reading some unofficial history.

According to the illustrations in the unofficial history, the emperor's face was "strange-looking", and she had always thought so.

"Pink and delicate, just right for you."

A familiar yet unfamiliar sentence brought her back to her senses.

She says this now, but she will show another face in the future. Do you really think that she, Bu Ji, has never watched a costume drama?

God knows, she hasn't seen a man for too long since she came here, and just now she was infatuated with the dirtiest man in the world.

As a woman who has lived in New China for 75 years, no matter how handsome the man is when dating, I always require him to show his health certificate first.

Does Li Ji have it? Li Ji doesn’t.

She lowered her head and responded softly, and a palm force came from behind her waist and brought her into the emperor's arms.

The emperor put his arm around her waist and fixed his eyes on her.

It was inevitable that the concubines would be shy when they slept with him for the first time. As he was the emperor, their husband, it was only natural for him to take the initiative.

Bu Ji was fidgeting. She sat on the emperor's lap, her heart in her throat.

It's not right to push it away, and it's not right to make a sound.

She now regretted seducing Li Ji. The man's hand was on her waist, and his bony fingers were tapping her waist from time to time.

I'm being taken advantage of... wuwuwu, if I dare to run now, I have to take my head off my body first.

The big hand began to slide down. The fingertips were a little rough, and it brushed against the warm skin, giving a tingling sensation.

"Like to use force?"

Whatever hard or soft, Bu Ji saw the feather duster standing upright in the jar next to him, and suddenly realized that there were records of the flowers played by the ancients.

But this is the first time the two of them meet, so isn't it a bit abrupt?

"emperor!"

"I eat both hard and soft food."

"Just, I have a favor to ask."

Her father was a loyal minister in the previous dynasty and had survived many dangers, so she could only be a "treacherous minister" in the harem, to please the emperor and protect her family.

"Oh? What's up, my love?"

Bu Ji shuddered. How could she, a noble lady who was serving the emperor for the first time, be considered a beloved concubine?

He must have been horny in the middle of the night and called everyone he met his beloved concubine.

"My father is old and occasionally makes mistakes in court. You are the emperor, so don't blame him."

Bu Cong himself is unwilling to take advantage of his age, but his daughter takes advantage of him in the harem.

The emperor loosened his hold on her and watched her fall to his feet.

"It's still early, my beloved concubine, why don't you dance so that I can take a closer look at the good daughter raised by Censor Bu."

Bu Ji was sitting at his feet. His butt was so painful from the fall that he climbed up in a panic.

The emperor was obviously angry, but he gave her another chance.

This was already a thousand times or ten thousand times better than what she had imagined.

The harem is not allowed to interfere in government affairs, what a familiar saying.

However, her father no longer regarded her head as a head, but as a token to threaten the emperor.

Or the kind that you only use once.

"What kind of dance does the emperor want to see?"

"Hunto Dance."

Bu Ji's breathing stagnated and his cheeks turned red in an instant.

Isn't this ancient striptease?