Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

Wen Yuan's smile, as warm as spring breeze, always hung on the corner of his mouth.

She looked at Amire indifferently, as if she was looking at a clown.

The undercurrents between the women made the slow-witted Amire immediately realize that this was a provocation from the imperial concubine.

In other words, she was issuing a challenge.

Amire clenched her fists, a look of stubbornness on her face. The children on horseback were least afraid of a letter of challenge. When she ascended to the throne, how could a mere concubine with no background possibly stand up to her?

With the emperor here, Amire dare not act presumptuously.

Even though she was unwilling, she still swallowed her anger for the time being.

"Brother Emperor, we agreed that you must accompany me in the afternoon."

Li Zhao nodded.

Only then did Amire hold his noble head high and leave with Eunuch Zhou.

The originally harmonious and peaceful atmosphere was thrown into a turbulent cloud by the Princess of Southern Xinjiang. The fragrance of Ningxiang Pavilion seemed to have been diluted, lacking its original richness.

No one spoke for a while.

Li Zhao cleared his throat and was about to speak when Wen Yuan spoke first, "Your Majesty, I see the magnolias over there in full bloom. Would you accompany me to see them?"

Li Zhao's face was filled with anxiety. He didn't expect Wen Yuan to say that.

According to her usual personality, she should have walked away in anger. But at this moment, she acted as if nothing had happened, and invited Li Zhao to go with her in a warm and natural tone.

Li Zhao hadn't seen Wen Yuan in such a good mood for a long time.

His tightly furrowed brows relaxed instantly, and Li Zhao was like a child who loved candy and finally got a piece of candy he had been longing for.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

The emperor and the imperial concubine re-entered the garden. Occasionally, the imperial concubine stopped and the emperor would also stop, smiling as he watched her bend over to smell the flowers.

"Ayuan, let me touch your belly." Li Zhao suddenly said.

Wen Yuan was startled for a moment, then smiled:

"Ah."

The large palm gently stroked the round belly, and the warmth of the palm penetrated the clothes and touched the skin.

Li Zhao's eyes flashed. A magical blood relationship connected him and the baby in his belly.

"Thank you for your hard work, Ayuan."

Wen Yuan could see that the heartache in Li Zhao's eyes was not fake.

What’s funny is that in the afternoon he is going to another woman’s palace to show his love to her.

After all, the opera troupe was invited in, and his favor for Amire was real.

Passionate and loving.

Li Zhao didn't know what she was thinking, so he asked, "You've grown up a lot. Have you been waking up all the time lately?"

"It's much better with Ling'er by my side."

When mentioning Ling'er, Li Zhao glanced at Ji Xingyao.

I heard that Li Heng has been pestering her recently and is convinced that Ling'er is the late Princess Ji Xingyao.

It's not that Li Zhao didn't have his suspicions, but he just didn't have any solid evidence. As the emperor, he had a lot of things to deal with every day and had no time to take care of this matter for the time being.

Let Li Heng handle his own affairs.

"Your Majesty." Wen Yuan called Li Zhao back to his senses.

"Ok?"

"I like the Imperial Garden very much. Can we come and visit it again tomorrow?" Wen Yuan looked at him expectantly.

Li Zhao hesitated for a moment and said, "I have to discuss matters with the Prime Minister tomorrow."

"It's no problem for me to come here by myself. You can ask Madam Li to follow me. If all else fails, don't we still have the secret guards?"

Li Zhao was silent for a moment. "There are many people in the palace these days. I will find time to accompany you after a few days."

Wen Yuan lowered his head and said no more.

Li Zhao's brows, which had just relaxed a short while ago, wrinkled again imperceptibly.

After coming out of the Imperial Garden, Li Zhao's carriage sent Wen Yuan back to Yonghe Palace, and he stayed to have lunch with them.

Compared with the harmonious music of Yonghe Palace, Mingyue Palace is like purgatory at this moment.

The female actors in the troupe knelt on the ground trembling, looking at the black whip in Amire's hand in horror.

Her face was heavily painted with Peking Opera makeup, and two lines of tears burst out of her eyes, leaving two horrible winding brown tear marks on her cheeks.

"Snapped."

The whip hit her back accurately, and the heavy costume was immediately torn apart, revealing the white and tender flesh on the female actor's back. The bright red whip marks were shocking.

"Princess, please spare me, Princess, please spare me."

The voice praised by the emperor, even if it is crying and begging for mercy, has a unique charm.

The more Amire listened, the more upset she became, so she simply had someone cover her mouth.

“Hmm, hmm, hmm…”

After three consecutive whippings from Amire, the female actor could no longer scream.

Just as Amire was about to raise the whip again, he was stopped by the maid beside him.

Amire brought a total of fourteen maids from southern Xinjiang, and the maid named Daranti was the oldest among them.

She used to be a maid of the King of Southern Xinjiang, and was personally assigned by the King of Southern Xinjiang to join the marriage team.

On weekdays, only her words can be listened to by Amire.

"Princess, be careful not to beat her to death."

"He's dead, he's just an actor."

Amire was angry and felt that all the Han people with some looks were trying to seduce the emperor.

"Princess, don't be willful. The Taifeng harem is different from the southern border. You haven't ascended the throne yet, so you must be cautious."

Daranti held Amir's wrist, and Amir struggled but couldn't get free.

Amire vented his anger on the female dan, and the resentment in his heart dissipated a little.

She threw away the whip and went back into the house: "Drag her away."

Daranti dragged the person into a miscellaneous room in the backyard and asked the maid to apply medicine to her.

The medicine from southern Xinjiang works quickly, but the pain when applying the medicine is more intense than that of ordinary medicine.

The female actor rolled on the ground in pain and was pinned to the ground by Daranti.

Her mouth was gagged with cotton, so her screams could not be heard outside the small room. By the time the medicine was applied, the female actor had already fainted.

Daranti asked someone to look after the female lead and send her back to the troupe when she woke up.

After arranging everything, Daranti came to Amire.

"Princess, my king sent you to the Taifeng harem for the position of empress. You haven't been crowned yet, so don't overdo anything. The people of Taifeng are watching us, so don't cause any trouble."

Amire covered her ears in disgust and glared at her: "If you keep nagging me, I'll be the first to pull out your tongue when I become queen."

Daranti was already accustomed to her attitude, and her expression remained unchanged: "That will have to wait until you can sit on it smoothly."

"roll!"

Daranti walked out of Amire's room and spat violently.

"Stupid people are unteachable."

There was no one around, so she turned her gaze to a low house next to the utility room. She took a step forward and stopped abruptly.

Emperor Taifeng set up a stage in Mingyue Palace, and there were people coming in and out, making it very inconvenient for her to move.

Forget it, let’s wait until the troupe leaves Mingyue Palace.

Li Zhao accompanied Wen Yuan for dinner and originally wanted to wait until Wen Yuan took a nap before leaving.

At this time, Eunuch Zhou whispered, "Your Majesty, the leader of the Li troupe requests an audience."

Li Zhao nodded.

"Ayuan, I'm leaving first. I'll accompany you to the Imperial Garden next time."

Wen Yuan looked listless, and twitched the corners of his mouth in disappointment.

After Li Zhao left, Ji Xingyao breathed a sigh of relief: "Li Zhao is really hard-hearted. Even after you begged him like that, he still refused."

"Now I can no longer figure him out, so it's a little difficult to lift the ban."

Ji Xingyao rolled his eyes and said, "It's okay. Let me think about it. There must be a way."