Traveling through the Legend of Zhen Huan: My Queen, please love me!

Shoukang Palace

"Concubine Qian, do you think there have been a lot of complaints in the palace recently?"

Liu Hua lowered his brows respectfully and replied in a proper manner: "Empress Dowager, when has there ever been no complaints in this palace?"

Wuya Chenbi fiddled with her Buddhist beads and handed a Buddhist scripture to Liu Hua. "Princess Qian, do you think this scripture is good?"

Liu Hua took it with both hands, but it turned out to be an ordinary Diamond Sutra. She said with a puzzled look on her face: "Empress Dowager, I don't believe in gods and Buddhas."

Wuya Chengbi snorted softly and said, "Whether you believe in gods and Buddhas or not depends on what you are seeking, so that you can have someone to rely on.

The people are all suffering and just want someone to rely on. You should understand that this is to stabilize the people's hearts."

"I will follow the instructions of the Empress Dowager. I understand and will clean up Yongshou Palace properly."

Wuya Chenbi saw through Liu Hua's thoughts and said, "She's certainly not someone you can get along with easily. It would be good to suppress her arrogance."

Wuya Chengbi pondered for a moment, then took a look at Liu Hua's hair bun and asked, "Where is the hairpin I gave you?"

Liu Hua smiled shyly and said to Wuya Chengbi with gratitude, "I know that the Empress Dowager protects me. I will keep your hairpin in good condition."

"Put it on. You are my person now. Don't make enemies with her."

Liu Hua respectfully agreed, and a moment later Dongli helped him into the sedan chair with the copy of the Diamond Sutra.

Liu Hua flipped through the book unconsciously, thinking about what the Queen Mother said, and suddenly glanced at the last page - Calm down and think twice before acting.

A cool breeze blew, and Liu Hua covered his head, feeling a little dizzy.

Shoukang Palace was in the West Six Palaces, while Liu Hua lived in the East Six Palaces. He walked around in a big circle and sat straight for most of the hour.

When he arrived at the gate of Yonghe Palace, Liu Hua could no longer stand.

In early February, Liu Hua collapsed in the cold wind.

That night.

An Lingrong handed the Begonia cup to Liu Hua's mouth, and Liu Hua subconsciously took a few sips.

Liu Hua just drank a few cups of Chinese medicine and his mouth was filled with bitterness. He could hardly even drink water.

Liu Hua was just thinking about not wanting to take the medicine when Dongli brought him another bowl of medicine.

Liu Hua frowned and said in resistance, "Forget it?"

Dong Li explained anxiously, "This medicine was specially developed for the Empress by Imperial Physician Wei. Based on the Empress's constitution, it will definitely be effective."

An Lingrong held the bowl of medicine in one hand and rubbed Liu Hua's forehead affectionately with the other hand.

Liu Hua was probably confused by the burns, so he lowered his head cooperatively, and the scattered hair on his head covered the fingertips of An Lingrong's other hand.

An Lingrong felt as if her heart was scratched. Why was it beating so fast?

An Lingrong's hands froze, her pupils constricted, and her eyes darkened.

Even my breathing became disordered.

Liu Hua opened his mouth, stuck out his pink tongue, and said incoherently, "If you want to give it to me, pour it in quickly. I have to have the last bowl."

An Lingrong laughed silently and fed Liu Hua the medicine spoonful by spoonful. After Liu Hua finished the bowl of medicine, he became a little more sober.

He raised his eyes to look up at An Lingrong and reached out to stroke her chin.

An Lingrong narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was suppressing something.

An Lingrong leaned over slightly and interlocked Liu Hua's hand with hers.

Liu Hua found this extremely strange. Why was An Lingrong's grip so strong?

Liu Hua looked An Lingrong's body wrapped in her pajamas up and down, muttering to himself, "It doesn't look like it suits this figure."

An Lingrong and Liu Hua were only a few feet away, so she could hear everything Liu Hua said clearly.

An Lingrong's fingers squeezed between Liu Hua's fingers, and Liu Hua felt a slight tremor all over his body.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

A fragrant scent rushed into Liu Hua's nostrils. It seemed to be the scent of Lingxi incense, but it seemed not to be.

Liu Hua felt dizzy from the smoke and said what he had just been thinking: "How can you be so strong? Your body shouldn't be able to do that."

The candles in the two palace lanterns of Yonghe Palace had been burned out, leaving only the faint candlelight outside the warm room.

The screen was covered with a picture of mandarin ducks playing with lotus flowers. The candlelight from outside shone in, giving the warm room a strange warm hue.

"Sister, do you want to see it?"

Liu Hua instinctively sensed the approaching danger and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "I don't want to!"

Beneath the bright pink peach blossoms, a quiet Chinese holly tree stands on the top of the cliff.

A strong wind blew, stirring up huge waves that hit the white trees.

After the strong wind died down, a gentle breeze brought a sweet scent, the scent of the pollen of peach blossoms and glauca.

Although it was early spring, the two people in the warm room were sweating profusely.

Dongli was guarding the door, and he inadvertently recalled how anxious An Lingrong was when Liu Hua gave birth.

And what shocked her was the hatred and murderous intent in An Lingrong's eyes when everyone congratulated Yinzhen on finally having a son.

Dongli sighed in his heart: "How can I explain the love affairs in this world?"

Love is a terrible beast, and An Lingrong conquered Liu Hua without leaving a single trace.

The clothes on his body were torn one by one, just like armor being discarded piece by piece.

An Lingrong lowered her head to admire Liu Hua's charming and seductive appearance, her red lips parted and she gasped.

Liu Hua's eyes were half closed due to the overwhelming pleasure, and An Lingrong kissed the tip of Liu Hua's ear as if to comfort him.

Liu Hua's voice is like a drug, making people intoxicated and dreamy.

Leading An Lingrong to give up everything and go astray with her.

An Lingrong moved a little further away and kissed the tip of Liu Hua's nose.

He looked up at her eyelashes and eyes, and recalled Liu Hua serving food to Yinzhen a few days ago.

The incense burning in the room was still the Lingxi incense she had carefully prepared that morning.

Jealousy surged like a tide, and An Lingrong became furious.

She wanted to bite Liu Hua's neck as punishment, but then she changed her mind and was afraid of being discovered by others, so she could only kiss his chest cautiously...

"what!……"

An Lingrong's kiss was passionate and deep, lacking any of the gentleness and comfort from before.

A tear flowed from the corner of Liu Hua's eye, and An Lingrong gently wiped it away with her mouth.

……

Liu Hua cried even harder. An Lingrong wiped Liu Hua's tears with her hand and then put her finger on the tip of her tongue.

Dongli, who was behind the door, drove away the palace maids who wanted to come in.

He scolded in a low voice: "Empress Qian is confused due to the fever and has said some nonsense. No one can spread it!"