Ping Zhao Lu

Seeing that he couldn't win the argument with Xu Zhouye, Chu Yunzheng had no choice but to give up. He stood up, flicked his sleeves and left the Brocade Pavilion.

This attic was originally his property.

I just recently opened it to Zhaojing.

As the owner, he naturally had to come and take a look.

I never thought that I would meet an old friend.

When he thought of Xu Zhouye personally knitting a waist belt for his royal brother, he felt extremely depressed.

He turned around and went to the most famous Yingchun Tower in Zhaojing to vent his anger.

When Qinghe came in, Chu Yunzheng had just left.

I saw Xu Zhouye concentrating on embroidering a golden dragon pattern on the waist belt, and I couldn't help but marvel at it.

"Young Master is truly omnipotent."

After hearing this, Xu Zhouye raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and said softly: "I learned this from my mother when I was a child."

He was about five years old at that time, at an age of innocence and curiosity.

The small body followed the mother closely, watching her dexterous hands fluttering the needle and thread like butterflies, weaving one exquisite embroidery piece after another.

My mother's needlework skills are unparalleled. Whether it is the delicate needlework or the exquisite pattern design, it is all amazing.

Besides her needlework skills, her mother was also incredibly heroic and unstoppable when handling swords and spears. Her nimble figure and fierce aura left a deep impression on the young Xu Zhouye.

However, fate is always unpredictable.

When he was eight years old, he received tragic news - his mother had died on the battlefield.

At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was dim and dark, with only endless sadness and longing lingering in my heart.

Since then, whenever Xu Zhouye picked up a needle and thread or saw a knife or gun, he couldn't help but think of his mother and the days when he learned skills by her side.

Qing He couldn't help but feel guilty about bringing up the late Duke's wife so carelessly. Knowing that her master couldn't bear such a sad memory, she calmly said, "The lady's spirit would surely be proud of you, young master."

Xu Zhouye knew that the girl was worried about him, so he chuckled and said, "You're right. If my mother saw this, she would probably show off her son's abilities to all the gods in heaven."

*

About two hours passed, and when the blood-red sunset gradually sank towards the western mountains, Xu Zhouye slowly straightened up.

He gently put away the waist belt he had just carefully embroidered, then tidied up his slightly messy clothes and started his journey home.

After returning home, Xu Zhouye felt an indescribable feeling of fatigue all over his body.

Maybe it’s because I was too focused on embroidery before, and it took up too much of my mind and energy.

So without even bothering to have dinner, he walked straight to the soft couch in the bedroom. He lay down heavily on it as if he had lost his support, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep was really deep.

When I opened my eyes again, the sky outside was completely shrouded in darkness.

Xu Zhouye rubbed his head, which was still a little dizzy and swollen, and tried to wake himself up.

When he realized that he had slept unconsciously for such a long time, he couldn't help but be surprised.

After calming down, Xu Zhouye hurriedly called out to the servant waiting outside the door and told him to prepare hot water for bathing.

After a busy time, I finally cleaned myself from head to toe and made myself fresh and clean.

Then, he sent someone to call Qinghe who had been waiting outside. The two of them boarded the carriage that had been prepared long ago and galloped towards the palace.

At this moment, night had completely fallen, and the surroundings were pitch black and silent, with only the lantern hanging on the carriage emitting a faint and flickering light.

As the wheels continued to roll forward, they were getting closer and closer to the palace.

I guess it will be almost midnight by the time I get back to the palace.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhouye couldn't help but feel a little worried: I return to the palace so late, I wonder if His Majesty will blame me?

*

The hour of Hai has arrived, everything is quiet, and a bright moon hangs high in the night sky, casting a cool light.

The Fengluan Palace is brightly lit at this moment, like a dazzling pearl inlaid in the night.

A modestly decorated carriage slowly stopped in front of Fengluan Palace. The door was gently pushed open, and Xu Zhouye's tall and slender figure stepped out of the carriage.

He was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, his sleeves fluttering, and his temperament was extraordinary and elegant. After getting off the carriage, Xu Zhouye raised his hand slightly and softly called to the palace servants who had been waiting there for a long time: "Move everything in the carriage."

Upon hearing the order, the palace servants hurried into action, carefully moving the items out of the carriage one by one, then filed in and placed them in orderly order in various corners of the hall.

Soon, everything was put in place, and the originally somewhat empty palace instantly became more lively.

Xu Zhouye nodded in satisfaction and waved for the palace attendants to leave. After everyone had left, he walked into the inner hall alone.

Coming to the couch, he reached out and took off his outer robe.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a tightening around his waist, and a pair of soft but strong hands reached out quietly and hugged him tightly.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful force came, and he fell backwards involuntarily, falling into a warm embrace. The familiar breath instantly surrounded him.

Chu Yunxiao put his head close to Xu Zhouye's neck, took a deep breath as if he had found a treasure, his Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, and he made a low sound.

The hot breath was like a spring breeze, gently sweeping across Xu Zhouye's ears and neck, bringing a slight itch that made Xu Zhouye tremble all over.

"Your Majesty?" Xu Zhouye felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat, beating non-stop.

"Yeah." Chu Yunxiao responded in a low voice, and at the same time, his hands around Xu Zhouye's waist tightened a little.

Xu Zhouye's body trembled slightly, and he said nervously: "When did Your Majesty arrive? Why didn't the palace servants inform you? If I have done anything disrespectful..."

"Don't blame them. I told them not to say it." Chu Yunxiao interrupted Xu Zhouye and gently stroked his body with one free hand. "The Queen knows that I have been in the Queen's bedroom for a whole day..."

As Chu Yunxiao's heart-stirring words came, coupled with his big hands that were wandering freely and restlessly on his body, Xu Zhouye finally couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.

He involuntarily turned around according to his current posture, nestling in the emperor's broad and warm embrace like a docile kitten, his cheeks flushed like clouds, and he said with a smile: "Is this what it means to be separated for a short time, but still feel happy?"

Chu Yunxiao slowly lowered his eyes upon hearing this, staring straight at the seductive person in his arms who was unaware of the situation. Deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a burning flame dancing, so hot that it could almost melt the person in front of him.

"I really lost to you."

Just a few words can easily attract him.

Chu Yunxiao sighed helplessly, and his fingertips brushed across the lips of the person in his arms, comforting her: "I don't blame you. I have to thank the Queen for what happened to the Liu family."