Chapter 85: One more

Tang Zhuozhuo tilted his head, looking at the small golden furnace in the hall, a fine luster glowed under the light and candlelight, and he couldn't help but squinted slightly.
Apart from these words, Tang Zhuozuo didn't know what else to say for a while.
The Guan family had even prepared Huo Qiu, and she was not a noble lady in the family, but just a lowly court lady, so that she could handle it well in the future.
What can she say more about this intention?
After Guan's words were finished, he took a close look at Tang Zhuozhao's eyes, but he didn't see the anger, dissatisfaction and annoyance he had imagined, but only peace and calmness.
The girl from the Tang family had been with Huo Qiu for a long time, and she was also infected with a bit of awe-inspiring aura.
Guan's current Wu Qingzhe couldn't be covered either, she curled her lips, sighed, and then said: "It's a pity that the Ai family has chosen a little palace lady to serve an old bone. Thinking of sending to the emperor, I don’t know what the queen wants?"
Her last word fell to the ground, and the whole inner hall was deadly silent.
The meaning of these words couldn't be more obvious, I'm afraid that after going there, the status of this palace lady will undergo a radical change.
Tang Zhuozhuo’s green fingertips were placed on the tea cup, mixed with cyan patterns, and the dark and light colors were very beautiful. She followed Guan’s eyes and observed carefully for a moment, and then pursed her lips.
"Looking at the color is not bad, I don't know what to call it?"
Guan breathed a sigh of relief.
The maid walked up to her in a few steps, knelt down deeply, and respectfully said: "Returning to the words of the empress, the maidservant is fortunate to be given the name by the empress dowager and call Shiqi."
Tang Zhuozuo turned his hand in a circle and put the cup down again, before turning his head to say to Guan: "The mother is really good-sighted, this girl is good, she is very charming, and the child minister will also be moved by it."
Guan smiled and nodded. It was not that she hadn't noticed the change in Tang Zhuozuo's name. She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, so she stood up and said: "The queen feels good."
"The emperor is still doing political affairs in the Qing Palace?"
Tang Zhuozhao nodded.
"Looking at the sky, it should be late. On the seventh day of the day, you go to the Qianqing Palace and wait for you. By the way, you will bring a word to Ai's family and the empress to make the emperor pay attention to his body.
Tang Zhuozhao suddenly raised his eyes, unexpectedly that Guan was so impatient.
She agreed to the last sentence, and the next moment was set.
Shi Qilan's charming little face suddenly showed a layer of obvious joy, Tang Zhuozuo saw it carelessly, only felt as uncomfortable as a needle on the tip of his heart.
The throbbing pain in his chest eased for a while, and Tang Zhuozhuo's fingers were so white that he could feel that he was better off, and he could distinguish the scene and situation in front of him.
The verdant palace dress disappeared in her afterglow, Tang Zhuozhuo lowered his eyes, looked down at his embroidered sole embroidered with peony patterns, and tried his best to endure the soreness of her eyes that suddenly rose up and almost made her red eyes.
This is not to blame Guan's.
She knew in her heart that it was about the emperor's heir, and she had nothing to do, so naturally some people wanted to replace it.
The Guan family gave her the face of the queen enough, and did not say anything serious, even people picked one for her first.
What else can I say?
Guan estimated the time, and he had not rested after a long journey for several days. The exhaustion on the face was self-evident, but he was worried, and he faintly ordered the people to set the chess game, and then he took Tang Zhuozhuo's hand and said:" It's been a long time since I played against others, and Ai Jia is a little bit itchy today."
Tang Zhuozuo blinked, then lowered his head slightly and said, "A few games will be played after the son is with his mother."
Guan was just afraid that she would stop people halfway out of Ci Ning Palace, how could she not know?
Tang Zhuozhao pressed his lips tightly, making mistakes several times. Even the Guan family had to sigh and sigh when he saw the sight. He looked at the sky outside, and said, "Go back, take care of yourself. If you have more time, come to my Ci Ning Palace to walk around and sit down. Let's talk and talk."
Tang Zhuozuo narrowed his eyes, got up and quit.
Ci Ning Palace and Changchun Palace are not far away, the cold wind outside, blowing on the face like a knife scraped on the bones, Tang Zhuozuo held a soup woman in his hands, but several times his legs were so soft that he could hardly walk. .
She personally pushed Huo Qiu to other women.
The night is like a ghost, inseparable from each other, An Xia supported her with a solemn expression, and said with comfort: "Mother, let's bear it."
This harem lady added and added, and she seemed to have no other way except to endure it. In the end, she felt sorry for her master, and then said: "The emperor has a maiden in his heart."
Tang Zhuozhuo raised his eyes with the swaying lantern in the hand of the maid in front of him, his black mercury-like eyes glowing with chills, and he looked straight at the dark eaves of the hall above, which was the Palace of Qianqing.
Tang Zhuozhao moved his fingers slightly, then pressed his lips tightly, and stepped up.
Back at the Changchun Palace, the familiar fruity scent gradually dissipated, lingering on the tip of her nose, Tang Zhuozhuo closed his eyes tiredly, and fell asleep after grooming. She only felt that the bones all over her body seemed to fall apart. Can't afford a complete body.
Cold, cold deep into the bone marrow.
Zihuan came in to add spices to the incense burner. She gently prepared to lift the bead curtain and went out to guard it, but unexpectedly Tang Zhuozuo made a sudden and cold voice, "If the emperor tomorrow has not made an order, she will promote the court lady as a noble person. ."
Zi Huan was stunned for a moment, and then softly said yes.
Only Tang Zhuozuo knew how hard it took to say this word by word when it reached her mouth.
Extremely difficult.
She slept very unsteadily, faintly feeling that the corners of her eyes were a little wet, and she was too tired and lazy to move.
Tang Zhuozuo has always been heartless and accustomed to it, but now he really feels heart-wrenching pain, but he is helpless for the first time.
What can we do?
Huo Qiu pampered her like that, where would she really bear to see him for a lifetime?

In the Palace of the Qing Dynasty, Huo Qiuming's yellow dragon robe was stained with warm tea, and the tea cup smashed into many pieces on the ground. Shiqi knelt on the ground at a loss, and quietly took a look at the handsome Wuzhu's indifference. The king blushed with his head down.
Huo Qiu's chest was ups and downs, his eyes fell into the deep black as if he had overturned the inkstone, and he was tumbling in the rustling wind and snow, causing Zhang Desheng to shake his body.
"Who told you to come?"
He closed his eyes abruptly, his slender fingers ran on the table, and his nails burst into red with anger.
Shi Qi was frightened, but still squatted and said: "Back...to the emperor, it was the empress dowager and the empress who called slaves to serve the emperor."
For an instant, Huo Qiu's complexion was darker than the night outside. He was so angry that he smirked, staring at the court lady who was kneeling on the ground, and sneered at the corners of his mouth, "Really generous."
Sending a woman to the Palace of the Qing Dynasty in person is indeed a qualified queen.
Seeing that he suddenly lost his voice, Shi Qi raised his head to look, gritted his teeth, and got up boldly, and Jiaojiao timidly stuck it up, with an overwhelming attitude.
The woman's body was soft, with the scent of powder, but she collapsed to the ground the next moment, the man with a strong hostility, said coldly: "Send the person back to Cining Palace."
Zhang Desheng was busy calling people in and dragged them out.
Huo Qiu became more irritable the more he thought about it, and finally tightened his palms. After breaking a previous antique, he stepped on the debris all over the floor and left the Palace of Dry Purity.
Zhang Desheng trot a few steps behind, panting and saying, "The emperor, your clothes..."
It's still wet.
The man turned a deaf ear, a cold eye came over, and the people behind were silent, no one dared to persuade him.
In the night of early December, it was so cold, the moonlight was bleak, poured on Huo Qiu, and finally the slightest bit of hostility between the man's eyebrows was restrained.
The emperor’s honor guard arrived at the gate of the Changchun Palace. Huo Qiuwu stepped in. The people waiting on the way knelt on the ground. Every step he took, the man’s complexion became colder. When Tang Zhuozhuo’s bed was reached, it had become The ice that couldn't melt away.
The soft pearl radiated a gloomy light, and the bed curtain was hanging down layer after layer. Before An Xia was about to wake Tang Zhuozuo, Huo Qiu waved her hand back.
The hall was warmer than the Palace of Qianqing. The little woman was afraid of the cold. The curled incense in the censer floated into the air, and then quietly spread out. The familiar scent seemed a little strange.
Huo Qiu stood with his hand in his hand, condescendingly looking at the person in the shallow sleep, with cold icy scum in his hair and eyebrows.
When he closed his eyes and thought of the beautiful face of the palace lady Yanli and the wonderful eyes of Hanchun, the man felt ridiculous. It was obvious that the woman who made a lot of noise because he went to Zhong Yuxi’s palace a few months ago is now big. It was enough to personally send the woman beside him to Longta.
This made him feel uncomfortable, and he even couldn't help but wonder if he was the only one who indulged in this tiring tide of love from beginning to end, and this woman smiled lightly on the bank. , Get out completely.
It wasn't until he pushed the woman awake to see the thin tears gleaming in the corner of her eyes, and he felt a tremor in his heart.
Did you cry in your dream?
Tang Zhuozhuo was awakened in a dazed manner. He had not fully opened his eyes. He only saw the man Shu Yi's clean face, his voice was full of sleepiness, and he subconsciously stretched out two jade lotus root arms, feeling sleepy. , "The emperor, hold on."
The eyes of Jiaoqibao only opened a gap, like a clear water in Crescent Bay, which made people feel itchy, not to mention the soft and sweet voice, like the normal act of acting like a lover.
Huo Qiu couldn't get up with a sigh of relief, and his eyes were too deep to speak.
Tang Zhuozuo came back to her senses quickly. She rubbed her eyes and saw a large wet look on the man's waist. She sniffed the tea, and calmly closed her eyes, like the sweet tone before. Nuoyu is just a dream.
She frowned, suppressed the feelings in her heart, and said: "Why doesn't the emperor change clothes? Why is there still tea on this top?"
The more she acted as if nothing had happened, the more the fire in the man's heart burned.
Zhang Desheng held up his clean clothes without squinting his eyes. Tang Zhuozhuo resisted his sleepiness, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, while quietly saying: "It's late, why the emperor hasn't gone to bed yet?"
"The concubine changes clothes for the emperor."
After that, Tang Zhuozhuo approached Huo Qiu, with a soft body with warm body temperature, but the most terrible thing was the lingering milk scent that lingered on the tip of the nose for a long time. .