Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

In the early morning of the Forbidden City, the rosy glow is like silk, winding between the red walls and yellow tiles, reflecting a golden color, making people feel as if they are in the dust of ancient history.

————Qingya Palace.

Meng Qiqi, accompanied by Song Wenjing, came to the courtyard early.

She looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, breathed in the fresh morning air, and smiled.

Song Wenjing gazed at Meng Qiqi quietly. The flowers in the courtyard bloomed in the morning light, and the green leaves swayed gracefully. Her beauty and the freshness of nature formed a harmonious picture.

At this time, Meng Qiqi's belly had begun to show, and she was three months pregnant.

Song Wenjing said softly, "Qiqi, do you know how beautiful you are now? Your face is as beautiful as a spring flower, your skin is as white as cream, and your every frown and smile is captivating."

"Especially the fetus in your belly, which adds a touch of maternal radiance to you. In this early morning courtyard, you are like a fairy descending to earth, eclipsing the surrounding beauty."

Meng Qiqi lowered her head shyly, with happiness shining in her eyes.

She gently stroked her belly, feeling the beating of two little lives.

Song Wenjing walked up, took Meng Qiqi's hand, and the two of them strolled together in this beautiful courtyard, enjoying this peaceful and beautiful time.

It was not until the morning court session that Song Wenjing hurriedly left Qingya Palace.

He was dressed in a dragon robe, sitting upright on the dragon throne, looking down at his ministers.

Ministers submitted memorials one after another, reporting on various government affairs.

Song Wenjing listened carefully to every memorial, asked for details from time to time, and issued corresponding decrees.

One of the ministers raised an important issue regarding national border security, which attracted Song Wenjing's great attention.

He had heated discussions with his ministers, weighed various options, and finally made a wise decision.

During the morning court session, Song Wenjing displayed majesty and wisdom, and handled government affairs with ease.

After retiring from court, he hurried to the harem to visit Meng Qiqi and her unborn child.

When Song Wenjing passed by the Imperial Garden, he saw Lin Momo standing alone among the flowers, looking lost in thought.

He approached her and asked in a cold voice, "Queen, why are you sitting here alone in a daze?"

Lin Momo turned her head away, a trace of sadness on her face: "I was just thinking that no matter how beautiful the flowers in this palace are, they are only a short-lived prosperity."

Song Wenjing frowned slightly and said soothingly, "Why are you so sad, Queen? Flowers bloom and fall in their own time, just like the ups and downs of life. Even if some flowers wither now, new flowers will bloom tomorrow."

Lin Momo raised her eyes and looked at Song Wenjing, a touch of emotion flashing in her eyes: "Your Majesty is absolutely right, I understand."

Just then, a butterfly flew by and landed on Lin Momo's shoulder.

She smiled and reached out to touch the butterfly, but accidentally let it fly away.

Song Wenjing looked at her smile and couldn't help but feel that she looked familiar?

He stared at Lin Momo, frowning slightly. He always felt that Lin Momo's behavior was familiar.

Suddenly, he realized that Lin Momo's posture and expression at this moment were quite similar to Concubine Rou's.

A strange feeling welled up in his heart, his eyes became sharp, and he asked, "Are you imitating Concubine Rou?"

Lin Momo's face turned pale, and she quickly knelt down and defended herself, "Your Majesty, I didn't mean that. I was just moved by the scene."

Song Wenjing's eyes were cold: "Whether it was intentional or not, you are not allowed to do such behavior again in the future. Remember your identity and do what you should do as a country."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Lin Momo collapsed to the ground with tears streaming down his face.

Lin Momo's face became hideous and distorted because of jealousy, and her eyes revealed madness and unwillingness.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms, her heart filled with resentment towards Meng Qiqi.

"Why? Why can she get the emperor's favor, but I can't? I am the queen!" Lin Momo roared in a low voice.

Her voice was filled with pain and despair, as if the whole world had betrayed her.

At this moment, she had completely lost her mind, with only hatred and anger in her heart.

As time went by, Lin Momo's mentality became more and more twisted. She wanted to kill Meng Qiqi as soon as possible, even at the cost of hurting innocent people.

In the harem, it seemed as if a storm was brewing, and Lin Momo became the center of the storm.

Meng Qiqi, who Lin was silently preparing to plot against, was now in Qingya Palace, looking carefree.

Meng Qiqi was wearing a light pink dress, and the hem of her skirt flowed like layers of petals.

She held a piece of delicate pastry in her hand, took a light bite, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The sunlight shone through the window onto her, highlighting the delicate luster of her skin.

Her long black hair fell like a waterfall on the back of the chair. When the breeze blew, her hair fluttered gently, like a dream.

Her beautiful eyes were half closed, as if she was enjoying this moment of tranquility.

Chuxue and Chuxin stood quietly beside her, afraid of disturbing her.

Meng Qiqi would occasionally let out a coquettish sound, which made people's heart beat faster.

In this prosperous palace, she is like a blooming peony, exuding charming charm.

After Song Wenjing arrived at Qingya Palace, the palace maids and eunuchs saw Song Wenjing coming and knelt down to salute, shouting in unison: "Your Majesty!"

Their voices were in unison, echoing throughout the palace.

Song Wenjing raised his hand slightly, signaling everyone to stand up.

His gaze passed through the crowd and fell on Meng Qiqi. Seeing Meng Qiqi lying lazily on the chaise longue, looking relaxed and comfortable, a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes.

The eunuchs stood respectfully by, while the palace maids quickly brought tea and snacks.

All the movements seemed orderly and well-trained.

Song Wenjing walked over to sit next to Meng Qiqi, took the cake she handed over, and said softly, "The atmosphere here makes people feel peaceful."

Meng Qiqi smiled and responded, "I like it here too."

Her voice is soft and melodious, like the sound of nature.

The two of them snuggled up to each other, enjoying the pastries and chatting.

Song Wenjing took Meng Qiqi into his arms and said softly, "Qiqi, do you know how much I miss you?"

His tone was full of fondness.

Meng Qiqi smiled shyly and said, "Your Majesty, I feel the same way."

Song Wenjing gently stroked Meng Qiqi's face and said, "You are so beautiful, like a fairy descending to earth."

Meng Qiqi's face flushed, and she whispered, "Your Majesty, please don't tease me."

Song Wenjing laughed heartily and said, "How could I tease you? I am speaking from the heart."

He paused, then continued, "I would give up everything in the world just to make you smile."

Meng Qiqi remained calm in her heart, but on the surface she looked deeply moved. She hugged Song Wenjing's waist tightly, resting her head on his chest, and said, "As long as Your Majesty always loves me, I am willing to spend the rest of my life with Your Majesty."