All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

"Won't?"

"Yes, I will."

How dare I say I can't do it? The knife is at my neck.

Isn’t it just a striptease? Haven’t you seen a pig run even if you haven’t eaten pork?

She had seen the stripper when she ran out of the funeral home to drink after painting the dead person's face in the middle of the night.

Bu Ji first walked a little further away, turned around and turned his back to the emperor.

She took off her outer pink palace dress, followed by a light yellow inner garment. She was clearly not dancing, but as her body swayed, the most natural beauty appeared before our eyes.

The emperor did not call for a stop. He leaned lazily on the bed, his deep eyes revealing no emotion.

The goose yellow neckline is slightly open, revealing a snow-white chest. The narrow waist outlines the charming figure of a mature woman, making her curves more plump.

The woman unbuttoned her shirt and lowered her head to look at him sideways.

Rosy and sexy lips, a small and upturned nose, a seductive look in every frown and smile, and every move... clumsy.

I really want to replace her brain with Concubine Jia's.

If she pounced on me now, I really wouldn't have the heart to throw her to the ground again.

Bu Ji didn't notice the emotions and excitement in the emperor's eyes at all, and was focused on finishing the "Hun Tuo Dance".

After unbuttoning her middle shirt, she revealed the plain white underwear that was short and thin.

A slender waist, long and round thighs, and an elastic chest.

The emperor, who was sitting on the bed, finally stood up and walked towards her.

Bu Ji felt like a lamb to be slaughtered, and he had to serve the food to the customer with his own hands.

She gritted her teeth, her shoulders trembled, and a small cloth bag fell from her body.

That was the guy she "ate" with at the funeral home.

She quickly bent down and stretched out her hand, but she was still a step too late.

The cloth bag fell into the emperor's hands and was unfolded in front of her.

It doesn't matter what kind of bottles and cans there are; what matters is that there are several stainless steel knives of different sizes.

"I didn't know that Noble Bu was also proficient in hidden weapons."

hidden weapon......

No matter what his look is, it’s always right to kneel down first.

"Your Majesty, please listen to my explanation."

Bu Ji knelt on his knees, grabbed his trouser legs, and explained with tears in his eyes.

"This is not a hidden weapon, it's a tool."

"What for?"

The emperor didn't even look at her. He pulled out one of the knives and played with it between his fingers with ease.

With exquisite workmanship and special materials, it can kill people without any trace.

"Scar-disappearing technique."

"These are tools that can make scars disappear temporarily."

Bu Ji didn't dare to tell the emperor that he had helped the concubines in the palaces put on sickly makeup to avoid the emperor's favor. He also thought about the emperor's personal military campaigns when he was the crown prince in his early years, so he had to take a gamble.

Scar disappearance surgery is good, he must have scars on his body.

Even if she was curious about this strange and unusual skill, Li Ji would not immediately execute her for the crime of regicide.

"If Your Majesty doesn't believe me, I can show you tonight."

She raised her hand and tapped the cloth bag in the emperor's hand. The emperor lowered his eyes and threw everything in his hand to her.

"When I was in Dingxi, I did have a lot of scars on my back. You can try it."

"If you fail, you are committing regicide."

The threatening words came out of his mouth as if they were a joke.

You are not joking, how can this be a joke?

Bu Ji became nervous. She had only painted the faces of dead people, some of whom had been soaked in water, some of whom had fallen to the ground. There were too many faces that were unrecognizable, and it would be very troublesome to repair them.

It was her first time treating a scar on a living person, and she felt unsure.

"Your Majesty, please lie down on the bed."

She felt uncomfortable standing and had to lie down to develop "muscle memory".

The emperor was lying on the bed and she was standing, feeling indescribably strange.

The scars on Li Ji's body were deeper and longer than she had imagined, and some had even grown larger.

This has nothing to do with the ancient medical skills. It’s because he never thought about dealing with it at all, or he was too late, or he didn’t care.

Dingxi, the westernmost part of Beixiang Kingdom, is roughly in the present-day Gansu area. At that time, it was still a sandy desert with no grass growing.

He was named crown prince at the age of six, went on an expedition to Dingxi at the age of eighteen, and ascended the throne at the age of twenty-eight**.

A full ten years.

This scar...can't be covered up.

Bu Ji was so disheartened that the paintbrush in his hand fell on his back.

"If you're hungry, eat the snacks on the table."

The emperor thought she was too hungry to have any strength, just like Concubine Jia who would go hungry for a whole day every time she came to the Qianqing Palace in order to appear light and graceful during her performances.

She was hungry, or maybe just not full, and she had no "art" to offer.

Bu Ji picked up the paintbrush, symbolically dipped it in white powder, and swept it over the scar again and again.

Let’s not eat the snacks on the table. This situation sounds like a last meal before execution.

The emperor had his back to her and could not see the expression on her face at the moment.

With his shoulders hunched and his back hunched, he stared straight ahead, his eyes filled with despair and emptiness, revealing a sense of powerlessness.

Is it too late to launch a peasant uprising now?

If she had known that her father was so troublesome, the first thing she would do after she came here would be to pretend to be dead and leave the palace. At that time, the queen had medicine, and she knew how to put on dead-looking makeup. They hit it off immediately and died as she said.

At this moment, she truly realized that a short pain is worse than a long one.

The sky outside was getting brighter, and the white light penetrated the window paper and moved up the stone brick wall inch by inch.

"Your Majesty, it's already five o'clock in the morning."

Wang Huai stood under the window and shouted. When he heard the response from inside, he walked in with a group of palace maids who were there to help the emperor wash and change clothes.

"Ouch."

He saw through the screen that the woman lying on the bed was none other than Concubine Bu who had slept with him last night.

This was the first time she was sleeping with the emperor, so even if she was tired, she had to get up early and help the emperor change his clothes. This was the most basic palace rule.

Noble Lady Bu had no intention of waking up and was sleeping very soundly.

Perhaps he thought the footsteps were too noisy, so he rolled up the quilt, turned over, hid against the wall and fell asleep again.

Wang Huai walked forward in embarrassment, wanting to wake up the woman on the dragon bed, but he heard the emperor say.

"After all the hassle, let her sleep here."

The palace maids all lowered their heads, feeling extremely shy.

Wang Huai was not surprised. He took the whisk and stepped out, helping the emperor change his clothes before going to court.

The only ones who stayed overnight in the Qianqing Palace were Concubine Jia and the guy from yesterday. But Concubine Jia was performing, singing and dancing the whole night, while this guy really made the Emperor tired.

He had sharp eyes and the moment he came in he saw the emperor was naked and Concubine Bu was sleeping soundly beside him.

This is the first time that the iron tree has blossomed, and it lasted for the entire night.

The emperor went to court.

The palace maids and eunuchs of the Qianqing Palace were quietly guarding outside, standing side by side on both sides of the door, three on the left and four on the right, and obviously one was missing.

The sun was about to rise to noon, and Bu Ji was immersed in his dream, unable to extricate himself.

I dreamed that I was basking in the sun in a funeral home, and a corpse was brought in. When I lifted the cloth, I saw that it was Li Ji.

Too frightened, the dream is shattered and the person wakes up.

Bu Ji's eyes opened instantly and stared wide as he stared at the golden bead tassels on the bed curtains.

I heard Li'er's voice in my ears. I didn't know how long she had been standing by the bed and shouting.

"Master, something bad has happened, wake up quickly."

“Something big has happened!