My best friend is wearing a double body! Marry the emperor! Help me win the throne

In the previous dynasty, Song Taifu heard about his granddaughter's affairs in the harem, and stayed up late to write memorials to provide political advice and guidance to Murong Che.

With the generous guidance of Tutor Song, the officials under him did their jobs very well, and Murong Che was very satisfied with it.

So, after Song Jingsi's body had almost recovered, Murong Che went to Wangyuexuan every night for four consecutive days.

Rewards were carried into Wangyue Pavilion like flowing water.

The people in the harem calculated that the emperor had not been to Lingyun Palace for quite some time, and they all thought that Murong Che was just trying to get some novelty out of Xue Youli before, and was just teasing her like a kitten or puppy.

Now that the novelty has worn off, without Murong Che's support, Xue Youli's days in the harem will probably be difficult.

That night.

Qingliang Palace, Wangyue Pavilion.

Han Qiu ran into the bedroom excitedly, "Master, the emperor is here!"

I thought that four days of favor was a sign of the emperor's favor, but I didn't expect there would be a fifth day.

Everyone in Wangyuexuan was happily preparing to welcome the emperor, except Song Jingsi himself.

She didn't feel any joy or excitement in her heart.

Why is the emperor here again?

Can't he just find someone else to target?

At this moment, Song Jingsi looked at the man walking towards her and could only pretend to be happy, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

Han Qiu tactfully led the palace maid out of the bedroom.

All the palace maids in Wangyuexuan were replaced by new ones, and only she, the personal maid, remained in Wangyuexuan.

Now the emperor comes to Wangyuexuan every day, and the master can finally enjoy the fruits of his hard work.

After Murong Che sat down, he glanced at the piano table not far away and started with the usual three-word opening remarks, "Let's get started."

That’s right, Song Jingsi is good at playing the piano. Murong Che comes to Wangyuexuan every night not to sleep with her, but to listen to her play the piano.

He praised Song Jingsi's piano music for helping her sleep, so he just treated it as a lullaby and asked her to play for several hours.

Song Jingsi stayed up all night for several days in a row. Her eyes were swollen, her face was haggard, and even her wrist was swollen.

Before, she poisoned herself and wanted to put the blame on Xue Youli. Although there were palace maids to take the blame, Murong Che was not a fool. He must have seen through her tricks, so he deliberately turned over her cards every night.

It seems that it was because her grandfather had done a good job in the previous dynasty that she was honored and favored.

In fact, it was a disguised way of venting Xue Youli's anger.

But she had no way of expressing her suffering, and she couldn't tell anyone else. Although the emperor came to me every day and gave me rewards every day, he did nothing but listen to the piano.

Others who hear this will just think that she is incompetent.

Song Jingsi sat upright in front of the piano table, raised his fingers and gently plucked the strings. The lingering sound of the piano revealed a sadness that could not be shared with others.

Today she also received a letter from her parents at home, saying that there is only one princess in the harem now, and asked her to seize the opportunity and conceive a dragon seed as soon as possible.

Of course she knew that if she could give birth to a prince, her son would be the eldest prince.

However, Murong Che was not willing to favor her at all, so how could she get pregnant?

'Zheng! '

Just as she was distracted, the strings at her fingertips suddenly broke.

The sharp sound brought Song Jingsi back to his senses.

She was so frightened that she fell to her knees and hurriedly apologized to Murong Che, "My zither strings suddenly broke, disturbing the emperor. Please punish me, Your Majesty!"

In front of the couch, Murong Che was resting his eyes with one hand on his chin. He listened to her frightened voice and slowly opened his eyes.

On the ground, Song Jingsi deliberately raised her wrist, tears welling in her eyes. "Your Majesty likes my piano playing. I am so honored. I practiced my piano diligently every day. I never thought that I would hurt my wrist from playing so much. I lost my composure in front of Your Majesty. I am very terrified!"

Murong Che looked at her red and swollen wrist and said calmly, "Since it's injured, call the imperial physician to take a look."

"Yes, I will obey the emperor's order and play for him once my wrist has recovered to atone for my sin today."

As Song Jingsi spoke, he bowed his head to the ground and paid great respect to Murong Che.

Murong Che pondered and nodded, "Song Zhaoyi's zither skills are superb. Listening to her makes me sleepy. I've been sleeping very well lately. Please heal your wrist as soon as possible. I'll come again next time."

what?

What she said just now was just a polite remark, why did the emperor take it seriously?

"Your Majesty, thank you for your compliment. My humble piano skills are truly unremarkable. Many of the sisters in the harem are excellent pianists. If Your Majesty heard them play, he would surely be pleased!"

The subtext is——

I'm already honest, please let me go!

If you want to listen to Qin's words to help you sleep, go and mess with others!

When Murong Che saw this, he knew that she would not dare to act like a demon again during this period.

"I'm not in the mood to listen to the zither tonight. Wang Defa, please return to the palace."

"Congratulations to your Majesty!"

As soon as the man left, Song Jingsi slumped to the ground, disregarding her manners. Her wrist ached so much that she broke out in a cold sweat. "Hanqiu, quickly call the imperial physician!"

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After returning to the Changsheng Palace, Murong Che dismissed all the serving palace maids as usual, changed into night clothes, and sneaked into the Shuiyuexuan of the Lingyun Palace without anyone noticing.

In the bedroom, Xue Youli, wearing a light, plain long dress, had been waiting for a long time.

The lotus incense burner on the table is filled with soothing incense that can relax people.

Seeing Murong Che come in, she pointed to the yellow rosewood recliner behind her and said to the man in black clothes, "Your Majesty, I am ready. Are you ready?"

After failing to have sex that day, Murong Che thought about it and finally confronted Xue Youli and asked her if her medical skills could cure his misogyny.

Xue Youli has studied both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, and combined with the guidance given in the Book of Heavenly Secrets, she tailored a psychological treatment plan for Murong Che.

After the two reached a consensus, Murong Che came quietly over when he had time in the evening.

This is a little secret between them, and no one else knows about it.

Murong Che met her gaze and nodded faintly, "Yeah."

"Your Majesty, please lie down."

Murong Che did as she said and lay on the recliner.

The palace lanterns in the bedroom cast a warm orange light, and the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful.

Xue Youli took out his pocket watch and held it in front of Murong Che.

She asked the craftsmen of the Imperial Household Department to make this pocket watch according to her drawings and ideas. The workmanship is exquisite, and after it is wound up, the hands can actually move, which is in no way inferior to an electronic watch.

She gently swung the pocket watch, her voice soft and gentle, "Your Majesty, now follow my rhythm. Slowly inhale, then slowly exhale. Look at the pocket watch in my hand, and your eyes will gradually relax as it swings. You will feel your eyelids growing heavier, your mind relaxing, and your body starting to feel lighter and lighter, as if you were lying on a cloud."

"Now slowly close your eyes and allow yourself to completely immerse yourself in this state of relaxation. Your whole body will relax, and you will feel an incredible sense of peace and tranquility within."

"Although it's pitch black around you, don't be afraid. Walk forward bravely, and you will see a door at the end of the darkness. Now I will help you open this door—"

"Fourth Prince! Fourth Prince! Where are you?"

A little kid about five or six years old, wearing a lake green brocade robe, avoided the palace maids and eunuchs who came to look for him and ran quickly to his father's bedroom.

He wrote two large characters today. The Grand Tutor praised him for his better handwriting than his second and third brothers. He was very happy and wanted his father to see his large characters as well.

When his father happily asked him what reward he wanted, he asked his father to go and see his mother so that his mother would not secretly shed tears because of missing his father.

Xue Youli didn't expect that Murong Che's memory would be projected onto the Book of Heaven's Secrets. She followed this delicate little boy as if she were there, reviewing the memory that Murong Che was most reluctant to touch in his heart.

The scene changed, and the young Murong Che shook off the guards and palace maids and quietly pushed open the door of the late emperor's bedroom.

However, when he saw the figures of several concubines entangled with the late emperor in the bedroom, Murong Che's tender little face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Children's minds are very delicate and sensitive.

When he saw this scene, he seemed to understand why his mother was wiping tears all day long.

Perhaps the scene before him had too much of an impact on him, the boy's small body swayed violently, as if he might fall down at any moment.

His eyes were wide open and he stood frozen in place. His ears were filled with the man's panting and the woman's giggles, and his stomach was churning!

Chest tightness and shortness of breath! The world is spinning!

His small body seemed unable to bear it any longer and was about to collapse!

"Don't look."

Just when he was about to fall down helplessly, a pair of warm and soft hands covered his eyes in time.

Murong Che's body trembled. The moment darkness fell, he felt the hand pressing against his eyelids gently brushing like a feather. The soft and delicate touch slowly relaxed his tense heartstrings.

The warmth of the woman's palm made him forget the painful experience just now, and his emotions finally calmed down bit by bit.

The hypnosis went smoothly tonight, and Xue Youli was just about to wake the man up.

At this moment, an arrogant female voice suddenly came from outside.

"Miss Xue, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"