Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Wanwan's Daily Advancement

Yanwan changed her clothes and entered the inner hall, but Hongli had not arrived yet.

She was kneeling on the bed in a red gauze dress, playing with her hair with her soft white fingertips. Sometimes annoyance appeared on her face, sometimes a shy smile, and sometimes a little worry.

After performing for a long time, Hongli, who was standing at the door, finally moved.

After a while, he walked to the bedside and held her white, delicate little hand with his big hand.

Yan Wan was startled. When she looked up, she blushed without saying anything: "Your Majesty..."

She hugged his thin waist and rubbed her face against his chest: "I miss you."

Hongli smelled the rich sweet fragrance on her body and patted her head: "Look up, let me see."

Yanwan looked up at him timidly, her hands still tightly around his waist, as if he would run away immediately if she loosened her grip.

Hongli was amused by her infatuated gaze: "You!"

When we were discussing knowledge before, I would secretly glance at him, which caused him to mark the memorials slower than usual today and he could not concentrate.

Reaching out and pinching it: "You've lost weight."

Yan Wan moaned, "Your Majesty, you are bad!"

Hongli could no longer endure it and forced her to perish together.

One of them had been suppressing his anger for most of the day, while the other one was deliberately seducing, and they actually continued to make trouble until the second half of the night.

When Hongli got out of bed to wash, he staggered and turned to look at Yanwan. The girl had collapsed into a ball, looking at him with blank eyes, still breathing weakly.

He chuckled for a moment, then slowed down. He wanted to carry Yan Wan to wash up, but after taking two steps his legs were still shaking violently. He was afraid of making an embarrassing scene, so he coughed lightly and went to wash up himself, and called Chunchan in to serve him.

Chunchan supported Yanwan and felt that she had difficulty walking. She gritted her teeth in pain.

In this palace, Eunuch Jinzhong and the Empress are the only ones who care for the master and are always concerned about her illness.

As for the Emperor...

She speaks dirty, I won't say anymore!

Yanwan pinched Chunchan's wrist: "Good boy Chunchan, give it to me."

After washing up, Yanwan got dressed.

Hongli wanted to ask her to stay overnight: "How can you walk?"

Yan Wan's face flushed red: "Your Majesty! You are making fun of me!"

Hongli chuckled and said, "Forget it, forget it. I know you have learned a lot of skills from the queen. Now you are more disciplined. Go ahead."

Yan Wan bit her lip, trembling as she walked over to hug his waist: "I also feel sorry for the emperor and don't want him to be embarrassed. You, you should go and see Concubine Xian tomorrow. She must be very sad."

Hongli's eyes deepened: "She is looking for trouble with you, but you persuade me to care about her."

Yan Wan felt the coldness in his eyes, and her voice became softer. She looked up at him with admiration in her eyes: "I am just a little concubine, how dare I care about the imperial concubine?

I am a humble concubine. I just hope that the Emperor and the Empress will always be happy and not have to quarrel with the people they love. The feelings between people are very important, but also very light. If you hurt their feelings by accident, you will regret it in the future. "

Hongli's eyes softened slightly: "You never forget to bring the Queen with you, which shows that you are sincere."

Yanwan rubbed his chest embarrassedly, then left reluctantly.

Hongli went to bed and lay for a while: "Call the person who is going to pick up Lingpin today."

After a while, a tea bowl was smashed into pieces in the room.

In Fengluan Chunen's carriage, Yanwan leaned on Chunchan to recover her spirit. Chunchan endured it again and again, and only when they returned to Yongshou Palace did she ask in confusion: "What did the master mean by what he said before?"

Yan Wan leaned on the soft pillow and asked her to comb her hair into a beautiful and lazy style, while she used a small jade hammer to massage her cheeks:

"Our emperor is the most suspicious. When I suddenly mentioned Concubine Xian, he naturally thought that I had heard something, otherwise he would not have mentioned this matter so suddenly. After all, we just had a quarrel at noon.

So, what is it? The emperor only needs to ask the eunuch and he will know. Oh, it turned out that my fellow villager came to me and asked me why I treated Concubine Xian!

But the guard was not on duty that day, and the matter in the room was under a gag order, so how did he know so quickly? Who told him? Could it be... Concubine Xian herself?"

After she finished speaking, she fell on the soft pillow with a sweet laugh, her gloating expression evident in her words.

Chunchan's eyes lit up: "No wonder the master asked Ling Yunche whether it was Concubine Xian who told him. I remember that he did not refute it at the time, but became even angrier!"

But she didn't understand, and was even surprised: "Empress Xian...did she really go to a guard to chat and complain about the emperor in private?"

Yan Wan sneered, "Who knows what she's thinking? We think the Imperial Concubine is unruly, and she might think we have dirty hearts. She and Ling Yunche are just pure friends."

As soon as she finished speaking, someone asked, "What Ling Yunche? Did Master Ling go to see Ling Yunche today?"

After the questioning, Jinzhong's men arrived at Yanwan's bedside.

He asked, "Master, are you very happy to see your fellow countrymen?"

There was still moisture on his body. Yan Wan sniffed and smelled the scent of bath soap, which was very refreshing with a light tea fragrance.

Yanwan glanced at Chunchan.

Although Chunchan was worried, she quickly retreated to the door and closed it.

Yanwan looked at Jinzhong and was startled by the darkness in his eyes.

This man must have gone crazy killing people in the Shenxing Division, and there was still a hint of coldness and evil in his eyes.

Yan Wan glanced at him: "Jinzhong."

She seldom called him like this, but always called him Eunuch Jinzhong, Eunuch Jinzhong, so that he could always remember the words she said when she knelt down to beg him on that rainy night -

Eunuch Jinzhong, please love me.

Now that she suddenly called his name in such an unfamiliar way, Jinzhong suddenly remembered the huge gap between them.

She was the emperor's favorite concubine, and he was a eunuch without any roots.

She has now found a bigger backer, the Queen Mother. Whether she still wants to be gentle and affectionate with him depends entirely on her heart.

Jinzhong was very clearly aware that Yanwan was no longer the weak woman who needed to rely on him and could only rely on him.

No, in fact he had realized it a long time ago, but he just didn't want to admit it.

Jinzhong knelt down respectfully and said, "I am sorry for the offense."

Yanwan's white and tender fingertips gently fiddled with the hat string under his chin, nonchalantly, as if teasing a pet fox she raised: "Jinzhong, I don't like the way you looked at me just now."

Jinzhong was not quite sure what kind of look he had just had. He only knew what kind of look he should have now - respectful, submissive, and non-threatening.

"I have overstepped my authority."

He felt his throat tickle at her fingertips and couldn't help swallowing his dry throat.

Yanwan suddenly reached out and touched it.

Jinzhong suddenly stiffened and looked up at her in disbelief.

Yan Wan's ears turned red, and she still had a condescending smile on her face. She touched his neck and said, "Jin Zhong, don't touch Ling Yun Che."

Jinzhong's blood, which was full of roaring passion, suddenly cooled down.

Jealousy, deep in the bone!

He knew that all her previous dependence and joy were fake!

She still likes that loser!