Warm my heart

Behind the bed curtains, An Lingrong lay on her side, as if waiting for his every move.

At this moment, all the conspiracies and calculations in the palace seem to be temporarily covered up by the tenderness under the candlelight. Only this moment of tranquility makes people feel as if they are in an endless dream.

Yinzhen gently parted the curtains, and the soft candlelight sprinkled on An Lingrong, reflecting her beautiful yet somewhat fragile face.

She lay on her side in bed, her eyes slightly closed, as if she had fallen asleep.

However, Yinzhen knew that she was waiting for him, waiting for that familiar breath to approach.

He murmured softly, his voice gentle but with a hint of magnetism: "Rong'er, I'm here."

The sound was not loud, but it was like a slender feather, gently brushing against An Lingrong's heartstrings.

An Lingrong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, looking at the man in front of her who had been haunting her dreams.

Her voice was as light as the breeze: "Azhen."

These two short words seemed like the deepest attachment and dependence in her heart.

Their eyes met in the air, time seemed to stop at this moment, and all emotions burst out instantly in the touch of their eyes.

Yinzhen leaned over and sat on the edge of the bed, his warm palm gently covering An Lingrong's cheek.

His fingertips stroked her eyebrows and nose, and finally stopped at her lips. He applied a little force and felt the warmth and softness on her lips.

An Lingrong's breathing became rapid, and she felt the warmth coming from his fingertips and reaching deep into her heart.

"Rong'er, every time I see you, my heart always becomes soft." Yinzhen said in a low voice, with a bit of pampering and helplessness in his voice.

An Lingrong raised her hand and gently grasped his wrist, holding it tightly as if she was afraid he would disappear.

Her fingers were cold and trembling, as if expressing her inner desire and anxiety.

Yinzhen leaned over and gently pressed his lips against her forehead, as if to soothe her anxiety.

An Lingrong's heartbeat quickened, and a blush appeared on her cheeks. She slowly moved her hand to the back of his neck, and gently pulled him closer.

The two people's breath intertwined, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

Their lips finally touched each other, and the soft touch made their hearts hot in an instant.

Yinzhen deepened the kiss, as if to put all his emotions into it.

An Lingrong responded to his enthusiasm with a hint of tenderness and sweetness between her lips and teeth.

The two hugged each other tightly, as if trying to merge into one.

On this quiet night, the candlelight flickered, and the figures of the two intertwined and lingered behind the curtains.

It seemed that there were only the two of them in the world. All the troubles and intrigues disappeared at this moment. Only the burning spark between them lit up the entire night sky.

Yinzhen's hand slowly slid down, stroking her shoulders and arms, and finally stopped at her waist, feeling her warmth and softness.

An Lingrong let out a soft moan, as if responding to his passion.

The atmosphere between the two of them became increasingly intense, as if all their rationality was swallowed up by desire.

"Rong'er..." Yinzhen called softly, his voice filled with suppressed emotions and deep desire.

His eyes were blazing, burning like fire.

An Lingrong looked up at him, her eyes filled with a hint of shyness, but more of deep affection.

She gently kissed those lips directly, as if responding to his call and willing to indulge in this tenderness with him.

The two entangled together again, as if they wanted to merge their hearts into one at this moment.

Sparks flew, and they were intoxicated by the tenderness, forgetting everything in the world.

………………

Ever since Zhen Huan was neglected, the people around her gradually left her. The eunuchs who used to surround her have already found better jobs elsewhere. Only the loyal Cui Jinxi and two personal maids, Xiao Yunzi, remain with her.

It was March at this time, and the apricot blossoms were in full bloom. The scenery in the palace was still as beautiful as in previous years.

She stood in front of the window, looking at the apricot blossoms in the garden. The breeze blew, and the petals fluttered and fell to the ground, just like her current mood.

The same look appeared in Zhen Huan's eyes, but it was replaced by a calmness and forbearance that came from being neglected and isolated.

The neglect and intrigue in the palace had long since worn away her former sharpness and made her learn to be tolerant.

But Zhen Huan is not an ordinary person after all. She knows that it is not easy to protect herself in this deep palace, and she must learn to use the opponent's force to her advantage.

When she learned that Cui Jinxi had a relationship with Su Peisheng, she secretly asked Cui Jinxi to inquire about the emperor's whereabouts.

She knew in her heart that Su Peisheng was the emperor's confidant. If she could learn about the emperor's movements from him, perhaps she could find an opportunity to regain the emperor's favor.

However, Su Peisheng had his own concerns.

He knew that the emperor's favorite now was Concubine Zhao. Everyone in the palace knew that they got along very closely in private, and Concubine Zhao's favor was no longer a secret in the palace.

Su Peisheng naturally understood that revealing the emperor's whereabouts was a taboo, and any carelessness would lead to fatal disaster.

Faced with Cui Jinxi's request, although Su Peisheng felt uneasy, he did not dare to offend her easily.

He could only make excuses cleverly and appear to be on good terms with Cui Jinxi, but in actual actions, he remained cautious.

He could only try his best to talk to Cui Jinxi as an ordinary fellow villager, neither revealing too much nor making the other party feel rejected.

I secretly found out that the emperor came to the Imperial Garden during this period.

So she arranged for Xiao Yunzi to build a swing in the garden.

By chance, she decided to play the flute there while the emperor was in the imperial garden.

If this really happens, it will be true to the saying "playing the flute until dawn among the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms."

She knew in her heart that it all depended on God's will and her own planning. If she could meet the emperor at the right time, perhaps she would have a chance to win his favor.

In the imperial garden in March, spring is in the air and everything is reviving. The emperor is strolling among the flowers, admiring the spring scenery in the garden.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a flute. He followed the sound and was attracted by a beautiful figure in front of him. The familiar figure made him stop involuntarily.

It was Zhen Huan. She seemed to be walking in the garden without any defense, with a calm expression, as if she was enjoying the beautiful scenery of spring.

The emperor couldn't help but quicken his pace and walked towards her.

Zhen Huan seemed to sense someone approaching, turned around and saw the emperor.

Yinzhen already had a plan in mind.

Looking at Zhen Huan's gentle and submissive appearance, he secretly guessed in his heart: "This is Zhen Huan who is similar to Chun Yuan."

Although Zhen Huan was somewhat similar to the late Queen Chun Yuan, he could see that this woman was by no means a simple person.

The sharpness hidden in her eyes reveals her ambition and restlessness.

Yinzhen's eyes darkened and he instantly became alert: "Is she trying to detect my whereabouts?" Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little unhappy.