The beginning is the new age of grace

The ginger inn in this room was filled with gunpowder and firewood, so angry, and Yuehua in that room was tired of crying and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Duke Yuan also thought that Yuehua was so ignorant of flattery, for half a day, he didn't see the slaves from Nanyuan coming to plead guilty, and finally persuaded the emperor to be relieved, but now he was furious again.

Sitting on pins and needles, Jiang Zhan dropped the memorial in his hand, and paced back and forth in the hall. Eunuch Yuan hurriedly followed, pretending to be full of enthusiasm with the emperor back and forth.

Grandpa Yuan was shocked, and prostrated himself on the ground, "Damn it, slave." Isn't this adding fuel to the flames, seeking death?

It also touched the emperor's brow, seeing Jiang Zhan kicking his knee directly, the emperor who can calmly face the little boy is helpless.

Jiang Zhan lost his composure in shock, shook his sleeves, and asked, "What time is it?"

The candle was burning and crackling, and the lamp oil had been added several times. Eunuch Yuan said tremblingly, "If you go back to the emperor, it's Haishi, it's time to rest."

Rest!Take a break, the vulgar words came to Jiang Zhan's mouth, his cheeks trembled with anger, "Is the thing delivered?"

"According to the emperor's will, it was sent to Nanyuan, and the servants in Nanyuan did not dare to talk too much." How could Eunuch Yuan not know the emperor's thoughts, it is wrong to talk too much, and it is wrong not to talk too much. Knowing his identity, he also thought that Yuehua could take the initiative to plead guilty.

The emperor's face is bigger than the sky.

After all, Jiang Zhan's face is ashen-colored, this little thing really doesn't give any face, ignorant people really have a lot of courage.

The servants in the room were shaking like chaff, but Jiang Zhan said in a deep voice, "Show me, go to Nanyuan."

For the sake of Yuehua's begging for his portrait, let this little hoof go for a while, so that he won't turn around and cry, as if he has bullied him.

Nanyuan turned off the lights and rested, just got the news from Duke Yuan, the little maid wanted to wake up Yuehua, but heard the voice of the eunuch announcing it.

Jiang Zhan looked at the dark courtyard with a pale face, and asked, "Where are the Yuehua people?"

Frightened to death during the day, and not quiet at night, the little maid fell on the ground and said, "My lord... Your lord rested..."

There was a cold snort above the head, the little maid nearly passed out, and vaguely saw a bright yellow streak passing by before her eyes, the emperor walked in, and the little palace lady scrambled to follow.

It was how it was when it was walking before, and it is still the same now, under the bright moonlight, you can see Yuehua curled up on the recliner, Jiang Zhan frowned and stopped.

The little palace maid said in a low voice, "My lord refused to get up. After the servant woke me up, I cried for a while and fell asleep again."

The person on the recliner kicked his feet in anger, and there seemed to be something rattling in his arms.

Jiang Zhan sneered, and said in a deep voice, "He's wronged." Afraid of disturbing the sleeping person, he deliberately lowered his voice and raised his hand, "Go down."

Turning his back to the door, he even cried several times. What a resentment this must be. Only Yuehua dared to be proud of being favored. Jiang Zhan couldn't help laughing, lifted the bead curtain, and approached him.

When I got closer, I realized that the rattling in Yuehua's arms was the half-painted portrait of today, and it was rubbed badly. This enemy must have played tricks on him on purpose.

The tears hanging on the eyelashes are still shining, and there are still wet tears on the cheeks. The sleeping person makes a pitiful whimper, and it seems to be crying in the dream. Serious words come.

With his fingers brushing away the tears from the corners of Yuehua's eyes, Jiang Zhan whispered, "Forgive me this time." With one hand around Yuehua's shoulders and the other through Yuehua's knees, he carefully picked him up and walked towards the couch .

The half-opened clothes slipped off, and the traces left on Yuehua's chest during the day were still indistinct. Afraid of disturbing Yuehua, she got up and called someone, "Bring a basin of water."

The little maid answered, and went in with a basin of hot water, and saw the emperor sitting on the side of the couch, looking at Yuehua worriedly, "Your Majesty."

Jiang Zhan was slightly displeased, and made a gesture of silence, the little maid tiptoely put down the basin, and saw Jiang Zhan wring out the handkerchief herself, opened Yuehua's collar, and wiped it lightly with the handkerchief.

Unheard of and unseen, the little maid did not dare to make a sound even if she was surprised, she lowered her head and waited aside.

The handkerchief was soon stained red with rouge, and Jiang Zhan moved gently. If the people on the couch made any noise, he would stop to look at him. The rouge was wiped away little by little, but the bright red marks on his chest did not disappear.

Touching the chest with his fingertips, there was a faintly hot temperature, and Jiang Zhan cursed, "It really hurt him."

Turning around, he ordered again, "Go get the ointment."

How could the emperor who wanted to save face admit that it was his fault, and scolded with a smile, "Jinggui."

The little maid presented the ointment she brought, "Your Majesty."

With some ointment on his fingers, he gently rubbed it on the red and swollen area. The person on the couch hummed softly twice, but Jiang Zhan didn't dare to move again. Unexpectedly, Yuehua dimly opened his eyes.

The bewildered person, who has not yet adapted to the dazzling candlelight, leaned his head against the pillow, and made an unclear voice, "Mmm..."

Jiang Zhan handed the ointment back to the little maid, and waved her down again.

Hearing the creaking of the door, Yuehua poked her head out of the pillow quietly, saw the appearance of the person, and muttered, "Cixiu..."

The grievances of this day probably exploded in an instant, she threw away the rice paper in her hand, and threw herself into Jiang Zhan's arms, "Woo... don't follow me... woo... I'm angry..."

The person in his arms was crying/shuddering, which made Jiang Zhan feel uncomfortable, picked up the person with his big hands and hugged him on his lap, and gently stroked Yuehua's back, "I know I'm wrong?"

"Yeah..." Yuehua nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, afraid that Cixiu would be angry.

Picking up the rice paper at Yuehua's feet, the young emperor pretended to be serious and said, "This is the only way the painting is done. Did you make a mistake again?"

Yuehua's face was pressed against Jiang Zhan's chest, sobbing and looking at the drawing paper, like a small animal that had fallen into a trap, with a wailing sound in her throat, "Hmm... woo..."

Seeing Yuehua crying hard, the vile Cixiu was finally willing to let him go, gently wiping the tears on his face, "I will spare you this time, and play with me again."

The emperor's kindness is mighty, this little thing doesn't know Xie En, Jiang Zhan rubbed into his clothes without hesitation, held him down and said leisurely, "The eyes are swollen like bunnies."

He knew that Cixiu made fun of him, but he dared not speak out, he could only vent his tears on Cixiu's skirt, a bold little monkey.

Through the window lattice, the moonlight was just right, Yuehua said softly, "Why are you here?" It should be past bedtime in the palace, if you run around, you will be punished.

When the lamp was lit in the room, Yuehua turned pale with fright, pushed Jiang Zhan's shoulder, jumped off the bed and blew out the lamp, and said, "It will be miserable if the sister-in-law sees it."

When the surroundings darkened, Jiang Zhan secretly smiled, pretending to be annoyed, "I came here secretly, go out now, and be seen by others..."

Yuehua was terrified when he heard it, and interrupted, hugging Jiang Zhan's arm, "You can leave early tomorrow morning, you will be punished if you are seen."

The person on the arm grabbed hold of him and refused to let go, staying naked for the night, Jiang Zhan fell onto the couch with half his arms around the person, "Let me hide here for a night?"

The chin rested on Yuehua's smooth and tender neck, and the two hugged each other. There was damp heat between the slightly parted lips. Yuehua was a master who didn't know how to serve others. .

Seeing that Cixiu took the risk to meet him, Yuehua was not to mention happy, and the previous grievance disappeared immediately.

It was dark in front of the door, as if someone was approaching, Yuehua quickly covered Jiang Zhan's mouth, leaned on her body, held her breath, and booed Jiang Zhan like a thief.

Seeing that the lights in the house were off, Eunuch Yuan, who was guarding the door, motioned for the servants to go down and guard outside the house alone.

"Keep down." Yuehua's voice was high-pitched, and the soft tone made Jiang Zhan feel distracted, and his body in his arms was still writhing restlessly.

Jiang Zhan imitated his speech, deliberately lowering his tone, "Have you ever been punished?"

Yuehua blinked, thinking about the experience of being punished for being mischievous. The aunt in charge made him sit upright for an hour. He couldn't help shivering, and said distressedly, "You shouldn't have come."

The look of bitterness and hatred made the serious emperor laugh, "Huh?"

"If your father-in-law in charge can't see you, will you be punished?" In this harem, except for the eunuchs, only the emperor can enter and leave.

The corners of Jiang Zhan's mouth twitched, cooperating with this little thing to treat him as... really made him dumbfounded, it was a big rebellion, and death ten thousand times would not be an exaggeration.

It was the first time someone slept with her, and Yuehua's mind seemed to explode like a flowery firework, tossing back and forth in Jiang Zhan's arms, with vague sighs from time to time.

Holding down the restless person, Jiang Zhan warned in a low voice, "Be quiet, if someone finds out, we will all be punished."

Some days in summer, when I sleep with my clothes closed, I still carry a small thing like a stove in my arms. Lull to sleep.

"Do you still want to paint?" Jiang Zhanban threatened.

"Paint!" Yuehua looked up at him with her neck up, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and her smile was sweet and sweet.

Such a person made Jiang Zhan unable to get angry, and said softly, "Then you should be better and get up early tomorrow."

Yuehua tilted her head to think, lightly touched Jiang Zhan's palm, held it and let it go slowly, found a comfortable position, and finally calmed down.

Seeing the tired little monkey sleeping soundly, Jiang Zhan gently put him back on the couch, and tiptoed towards the door. When the door creaked open, Eunuch Yuan, who was guarding the door, nearly rolled to the ground.

"emperor…"

Jiang Zhan whispered, "Undress."

Eunuch Yuan boldly glanced behind the bead curtain, Yuehua was sleeping soundly on the couch, he dared to be so presumptuous, "This servant will call someone to wait for the emperor to take a bath."

"That's all." Jiang Zhan refused, "Don't wake him up."

After taking off his clothes, Duke Yuan retreated out in a sensible manner, his favor was in full bloom, and Mr. Yuehua probably has the ability to be so proud of favor.

Yuehua's sleep pattern was extremely bad, and when Jiang Zhan got out of bed, he almost turned over on the couch. As soon as Jiang Zhan lay down, he found firepower and entangled him again.

Jiang Zhan couldn't help laughing, "You little hoof." He folded his arms so that he was half lying on his chest.

On the second day, Yuehua sat up in a daze, the place beside her was getting colder, Cixiu was nowhere to be seen, only the little maid was waiting, her heart was tossed like the waves of the sea, she dared not ask Cixiu to go What's the matter, I can only let the little palace maid wait on me.