Deep Palace Pet Peach Blossom Flawless

Lan Qingwu's mind went blank. She had actually forgotten that it was her responsibility to help the emperor change his clothes.

Emperor Shenwu hugged Lan Qingwu, pressed her under him, and gently stroked her cheek with his fingers. Lan Qingwu looked at his cold eyes and clearly realized that this was the emperor. There was no trace of Yun Heng in him.

"Lan Qingwu," she heard him ask her coldly, "Didn't you say you would never be my concubine? Now, what are you to me?"

Lan Qingwu felt a sharp pain in her heart and stared at him blankly. The Emperor Shenwu grabbed her snow-white chin and said, "Answer me!"

The light in her eyes gradually disappeared: "She is your Majesty's concubine."

Emperor Shenwu said coldly, "Why? You don't know how to serve the Lord. Do you want me to have someone teach you again?"

Lan Qingwu hurriedly shook her head. She was only wearing a thin veil and a shirt. She undid the veil with trembling hands and hurriedly closed her eyes. However, the Emperor Shenwu bit her lips and said, "Open your eyes and look at me!"

Lan Qingwu opened her eyes with trembling eyelashes and looked at the emperor's cold face. She could only grit her teeth and endure it, swallowing the "Brother Heng" that almost came out of her mouth.

After an unknown amount of time, Emperor Shenwu finally stopped. He carried her to the side hall's bathing pool to wash her, then he carried her back to bed and carefully applied ointment to her. Finally, her vision gradually blurred, and she fainted without knowing when.

Emperor Shenwu gently kissed her forehead: "You are so stubborn, won't you beg for mercy?"

Lan Qingwu woke up again and found herself being carried into the bathtub again. For the first time, she realized that the night was so long and why it was still dark.

Emperor Shenwu asked her to sit astride him: "Awake? Continue to serve me."

Lan Qingwu wanted to beg him, but she was afraid that he would think that she didn't want to serve him. The two of them had a grudge against each other, and if she angered him, how could she survive in this deep palace?

Lan Qingwu sobbed softly and leaned weakly on his shoulder, lying in the emperor's arms like a butterfly with broken wings.

Lan Qingwu rested his chin on Emperor Shenwu's shoulder, his eyes seemed to be smoked by the heat from the bathtub, and tears slowly dripped down his face.

Lan Qingwu closed her eyes and never opened them again. When the emperor was satisfied and carried her back to the bed, she finally fell asleep.

At daybreak, Lan Qingwu was curled up in a coma. The Divine Martial Emperor locked her tightly from behind. As she woke up, the Divine Martial Emperor's teeth had already bitten fiercely into the back of her neck. She couldn't help but cry out in pain and struggled slightly, but she couldn't move at all. Lan Qingwu's vision blurred again, and she fainted again...

The next morning, the emperor was nowhere to be seen. Lan Qingwu woke up drowsily and asked Ruping to simply put on some clothes. Then he was helped out of the Qianzheng Hall by Ruping. Li Xiang had already prepared a sedan chair at the door. Lan Qingwu had no time to refuse and got on the sedan chair and returned to Suowu Palace.

Back in the hall, Lan Qingwu stood in front of the bathtub. She asked Ruping and Ruhan to go out. Ruhan looked at her and was about to speak, but saw the bright red teeth marks on the back of her master's neck. She widened her eyes, but was pulled out by Ruping.

Lan Qingwu soaked in the hot water, with no one around. She finally burst into tears, crying silently. She opened her mouth slightly, but only a nearly inaudible sound came out: "Brother Heng...Brother Heng..."

She had been mentally prepared to serve him only as an emperor, but she was in so much pain when he treated her like this.

Ru Han outside the door said anxiously: "Your Majesty, why are you so careless? The young lady has always been weak..."

Ru Ping frowned and whispered: "Shut up! Do you think you can say anything to His Majesty? You have to change this habit. What kind of place is this? If people hear it, there will be trouble. You stay here to guard the master, I will go to find some medicine." After that, she went out.

Lan Qingwu put on his pajamas, returned to the bedroom, and lay down on his bed without moving. He fell asleep without even eating breakfast.

After Ruping came back, she took the medicine bottle and gently applied the ointment on the back of Lan Qingwu's neck.

The two of them walked lightly out of the bedroom, and Ru Han said, "Fortunately, there is no Queen in the palace, otherwise we would have to pay our respects..."

Ru Ping said helplessly: "You, you started it again..."

The harem has no master, so there is no need to pay respects to the Empress. The palace rules are strict, and the three concubines are not qualified to have the other concubines pay respects every day. The concubines in the harem only need to pay respects to the Cining Palace on the first and fifteenth day of each month. Those with high ranks and above can enter the palace to pay respects, while those with ranks below the third rank can kowtow and pay respects at the gate of the Cining Palace.

At 9:00 PM, Li Xiang arrived at the Suowu Palace to deliver the imperial edict. The emperor personally bestowed upon the noble lady the title "Yi," making her the Yi Guiren. He specifically instructed that Yi Guiren did not need to stand up to receive the edict. Then, a steady stream of rewards were delivered to the Suowu Palace.

At noon, Ruping knelt down at the foot of the bed and fed Lan Qingwu a small bowl of porridge, finally settling her anxiety. Lan Qingwu had been drowsy and restless. At 3 p.m., the Imperial Household Department arrived with a message. His Majesty had flipped the nameplate of Concubine Yi and ordered Suowu Palace to make early preparations.

Lan Qingwu sat on the bed, a trace of fear in his eyes. How would the emperor treat him today?

Lan Qingwu came to Qianzheng Hall again. This time, Li Xiang arranged for the palace maid to take her directly to the bedroom in the main hall. She knelt at the end of the bed and waited quietly.

This time, the Emperor Shenwu quickly returned to his bedroom in Qianzheng Hall. He had already finished bathing and was wearing the color of the Ming Emperor's nightgown. He half-leaned on the bed and ordered Lan Qingwu, who had already finished paying his respects, "Come here."

Lan Qingwu raised her body slightly and knelt from the feet of Emperor Shenwu to his knees. Emperor Shenwu stretched out his long arms and brought her directly into his arms. Lan Qingwu was held to his chest and she could feel the breath of Emperor Shenwu beside her ears. She did not dare to look up at him and just lay on his chest motionless.

Emperor Shenwu gently stroked her black hair and asked, "Are you used to living in the palace these past two days?"

Lan Qingwu said softly, "I am doing well in the palace."

"Are you used to the food?"

Lan Qingwu: "These are all my favorites, thank you, Your Majesty."

Not only the food and things she used, but also her favorites and habits were all displayed in Suowu Palace. She even had a flower chair and swing frame that was unique to her in Xiaotao Garden.

Emperor Shenwu: "If you feel any discomfort, please tell me and I will solve it for you."

Lan Qingwu replied, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Emperor Shenwu asked again, "You have always been ill and have difficulty recovering. Have you been ill in the last few years?"

Lan Qingwu paused. "I didn't get sick afterwards." How could she explain that after they separated, she was nearly dying? And then, when she heard the Crown Prince was marrying the Crown Princess, she fell seriously ill again? She didn't need sympathy.

Emperor Shenwu did not expose her: "In that small peach garden, you planted a small peach tree under the big peach tree. How is the small peach tree? Is it thriving?"

"..." Lan Qingwu said: "Afterwards, my mother was very strict, so I never went to Xiaotao Garden." In fact, after they broke up in Xiaotao Garden, she never went there again, nor did she want to go there again.

That's really cruel. "Then will you still go to the listening tower to listen to stories? And will you still listen to the same storyteller?"

Lan Qingwu said, "I've only been there twice with my brother. My mother is very strict with me."

In fact, after she recovered from her illness, her overall physical condition declined and has never recovered. Her mother has strictly forbade her to go out.

Lan Qingwu felt that reminiscing about the past with the Emperor Shenwu, with whom he had broken up, was as unbearable as last night.

There was a waft of incense in the bedroom. Lan Qingwu smelled the light fragrance and relaxed unconsciously. Her eyelids became more and more tired. She seemed to hear what Emperor Shenwu asked her again. She didn't know whether she answered or what she answered. She gradually fell into a dream and fell asleep in the arms of Emperor Shenwu.

Unlike the daytime, Lan Qingwu slept soundly and relaxed this time. However, in the middle of the night, she was awakened by the person holding her. Emperor Shenwu kissed her lips with a tenderness that shocked her. She smelled the faint fragrance of medicine on his body, and the aches and pains in her body had eased a lot. She realized that Emperor Shenwu had applied medicine to her.

The emperor seemed like Yun Heng from many years ago, his eyes filled with tenderness: "Does it still hurt?"

Lan Qingwu shook her head. She didn't want to be intoxicated, but at this moment he was clearly Yun Heng. She only heard him whisper, "Stubborn and cruel little thing!"

Emperor Shenwu kissed her lips passionately and caressed her smooth body gently, gently and delicately.

Lan Qingwu couldn't help but call him softly in his heart: "Brother Heng..."

Lan Qingwu gradually became immersed in his intoxicating tenderness and couldn't help but hug his neck...

When the sky was slightly bright, Emperor Shenwu held Lan Qingwu in his arms again, tenderly... Finally, Emperor Shenwu reluctantly let go of her lips, and then got up to attend the morning court. Her lips were almost numb.

In the afternoon, Emperor Shenwu went to De'an Palace to visit the second prince. He sat in the main seat and watched the second prince Zhou Chengjin running around in the palace chasing a ball. He couldn't help but think about what he and the weak child would look like.

Concubine Jiang sat down below and saw that Emperor Shenwu looked relaxed. The corners of her mouth curled up, and she smiled and said, "Your Majesty, Jin'er is in her playful prime and is making a lot of noise."

Emperor Shenwu said, "That's fine. Boys should run and jump more."

Concubine Jiang said softly, "Jin'er might have a new brother or sister soon."

Emperor Shenwu glanced at her and said, "Matters concerning children all depend on fate."

Concubine Jiang smiled and said, "Actually, I envy my sisters' titles. Noble Lady Wen, your literary talent must be very good." None of the three concubines had a title, and His Majesty used to be indifferent to such matters.

Emperor Shenwu said calmly, "Hasn't their family always prided themselves on being the best in the literary world?"

Concubine Jiang was speechless for a moment, sensing His Majesty's sarcasm. "My Lady, I know you are unparalleled in your beauty, as beautiful as a flower."