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

As soon as I stepped into the gate of Yonghe Palace, I saw a group of slaves waiting in the courtyard, and the courtyard was filled with boxes of rewards.

"The Imperial Concubine is pregnant, and His Majesty is delighted. These are His Majesty's gifts to Yonghe Palace. Your Majesty, His Majesty has instructed that if you feel bored staying in Yonghe Palace, you can go to the Imperial Garden to relax. His Majesty said you love wintersweet, and right now, the wintersweet in the Imperial Garden is in full bloom."

Eunuch Zhou was overjoyed, thinking that great joy had come and the two quarreling masters must have reconciled.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yuan just glanced at him indifferently, without any joy on his face.

"What are you talking about, Eunuch Zhou? Have you forgotten that I was confined to my room for three months, and only half a month has passed."

As soon as these words came out, Eunuch Zhou's smile froze on his face. He looked at Li Zhao, who was also frozen, calmly and said in a low voice:

"My Lady, since you are pregnant with the little prince, His Majesty has naturally released you from your confinement. You can go wherever you want in this palace."

Even if you want to sit on the dragon throne above the Suhe Hall, His Majesty will certainly agree.

Eunuch Zhou kept these words in his heart and naturally would not say them out loud, but he felt that with the emperor's favor, as long as the imperial concubine asked, His Majesty would definitely agree.

Wen Yuan sneered. She never thought that one day she would become famous because of her son.

It was clearly she who accompanied the lonely Li Zhao from the deserted and dangerous East Palace into the Suhe Hall, but now everyone seems to have forgotten this.

In their eyes, an unformed embryo is more important than her, a living person.

Eight years of hard work and dedication were wiped out.

So sad, ridiculous and lamentable!

They all called him the little prince, but had they ever thought that he might be a princess?

The girls in the harem are not worth being expected of.

Thinking of this, Wen Yuan shook her head again. No matter whether it was a prince or a princess, she couldn't stay.

Li Zhao saw her unhappy expression and comforted her softly:

"Ayuan, you were wronged a few days ago. It's my fault. Please take good care of yourself. I will come to accompany you every day after I finish my official duties."

In the past, if Li Zhao was so humble, Wen Yuan would have been soft-hearted.

But Ji Xingyao’s previous experience is right in front of us. When a man tells lies, just listen to them and don’t take them seriously.

"I have only one request for your Majesty."

Li Zhao knew what she was thinking: "Don't worry, I will investigate the murder of Princess Ruiping thoroughly and give you an explanation."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wen Yuan's thanks were insincere and perfunctory.

Li Zhao didn't care about her coldness. He carefully put his arm around her shoulders and sent her back to the warm room.

As winter approached, the fire in the warm room of Yonghe Palace never went out. The walls and floor tiles were heated up, and in less than half a minute, the coldness around the body was dispelled.

Xiaoying helped Wen Yuan take off the white fox cloak: "My Lady, do you want to take a bath?"

"Ah."

Wen Yuan loves cleanliness and has a habit of taking a bath once a day, which he has continued since he entered Yonghe Palace.

Hot water was always available in the palace, and palace maids went in and out to prepare it, while Wen Yuan lay on the chaise longue with her eyes closed to rest.

For some reason, she felt weak and tired, and had no interest in doing anything.

Sakura brought her candied kumquats and crystal dragon and phoenix cakes, and persuaded her to eat some.

Kumquats are appetizing, so Wen Yuan put one in his mouth and placed it under his tongue.

The sweet and sour taste slowly filled my mouth, and the stuffy air in my chest was suppressed by the kumquat, and it did feel better.

"Has the Emperor left?"

"No, the Emperor is in his study reviewing memorials."

The study is next to the warm room. On weekdays, when Wen Yuan has nothing to do, he likes to read and paint in the study.

She has average artistic talent, and her sensitivity to colors is so poor that she is almost color blind. When she was in school, Ji Xingyao laughed at her countless times.

But life in the harem is too boring. If you count on your fingers, it's just feeding fish, playing with birds, and appreciating flowers, over and over again.

In the past, when I was in the Eastern Palace, I could still stroll around the streets and alleys of the capital, watch women quarreling, watch acrobatic performances, and listen to storytellers bragging in teahouses.

Occasionally, Ji Xingyao and I would sneak out of the capital, climb to the top of Tianchong Mountain to release sky lanterns, and eat barbecue without cumin powder.

It happened that the wind was very strong that day, and the flames flew out and ignited the dead leaves on the ground. The fire grew with the wind and became more and more intense.

If the brothers Li Zhao and Li Heng had not arrived in time to put out the fire, Tian Chongshan would have been burned bald.

Thinking about it now, they had nothing at that time, but they were very happy.

The four people were tightly twisted into an inseparable hemp rope. Li Zhao was the skeleton, Li Heng was the meridians, Wen Yuan and Ji Xingyao were the flesh and blood. They were a whole, and they prospered and suffered together.

Later, after entering the palace, everything changed.

Although Wen Yuan was called the Imperial Concubine, she learned the court etiquette of the Queen and was taught by a special nanny.

She strictly followed the rules of her ancestors and practiced them every day, binding herself within the rules and regulations of the harem and becoming a respected and loved master of the harem.

Years of life in the harem made her lose herself.

She forgot how she had been an exchange student abroad, how she was so full of energy and pride when she spoke fluent foreign languages ​​with foreigners, and she also forgot her ambition to establish a listed company.

She was trapped in Yonghe Palace, studying "Nei Xun", "Nu Lunyu", "Nu Jie" day after day...

Ji Xingyao came to the palace frequently at first, and with her making jokes, life was pretty bearable.

Later, Ji Xingyao came less and less often, and when he came, he came and left in a hurry.

Because of this, Wen Yuan was so bored that he picked up a brush to paint.

There is no skill involved in painting; it all depends on your mood.

Sometimes she would draw the skyscrapers, cars, and airplanes in her mind, and then burn them so that no one could see them.

"My queen, it's time to take a bath." Xiaoying helped Wen Yuan into the bathtub.

It's very comfortable to be wrapped in warm water.

I don’t know how long I soaked in the water, but the misty water vapor blurred Wen Yuan’s vision.

She raised her hands from the water, and rose petals stuck to her lotus-like arms, looking beautiful and charming.

Someone passed through the screen and lifted the curtain beside the bathtub.

"Xiaoying, rub my head." Wen Yuan said.

Taking a bath in winter is a great enjoyment. Wen Yuan’s skin was softened by the bath and he felt drowsy.

She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep.

A finger was placed on her temple, pressing gently, with neither too much nor too little force, which was very comfortable.

"Sakura, where did you put the medicine?"

"What medicine?"

Li Zhao's voice suddenly rang out.

Wen Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and almost slipped into the pool in panic.

"Why are you panicking? Be careful."

Li Zhao reached his right hand into the bathtub, held Wen Yuan's waist, and pulled him out of the water.

Wen Yuan lay wetly on his chest and shivered.

Li Zhao immediately picked up the towel beside the bathtub and wrapped her tightly.

The arms around her waist were strong and sturdy, holding her steady.

Wen Yuan's heart was pounding. She looked up guiltily. Her deer-like eyes were covered with mist, and they looked even more pitiful through the mist.

Because she had just taken a bath, Wen Yuan's skin was so tender that you could pinch water out of it, and her lips were as red as jade, making people want to taste them.

Li Zhao lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

I wanted to just touch upon it briefly, but when I touched upon it, I couldn't control myself for some reason.

His breathing became heavier and his kisses became more domineering.

Li Zhao reluctantly let Wen Yuan go until she could no longer stand due to being kissed.

He took a deep breath and asked:

"What medicine did you just say?"