Chapter 644: Jiaojiao really greedy me

The glazed palace lantern fell to the ground and shattered into countless glittering fragments.
Chu Huainan turned and walked angrily towards the end of the palace lane.
When Nan Baoyi returned to the bedroom, Xiao Yi had already come back one step ahead of her, pretending to kneel at the foot of the bed.
Seeing that he was pretty good, Nan Baoyi changed his clothes, turned on the lamp, and went back to the couch.
She picked up the travel notes and opened it. After reading a few pages, she was a little sleepy.
She closed the scroll and squinted at Xiao Yi fiercely: "You have tossed me for so long in the day, so you will kneel here to reflect on it. If you dare to go to bed, I will punish you!"
Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow.
He watched Nan Baoyi climb onto the babu bed, unbuttoned a few disc buttons, deliberately revealing his strong chest muscles and collarbone, but Jun's face was very gentle and lazily said: "Brother knows."
Nan Baoyi: "..."
She stared at his flipping fingertips, speechless for a while.
What is this guy doing, deliberately unbuckling the buckle in front of her, as if she greeted him!
She was so embarrassed and angry that she pulled up the curtain and refused to look at him again.
Xiao Yi just laughed.
The night is getting deeper.
The spring rain outside the temple, Nan Baoyi nestled in a thin brocade quilt, was awakened from his sleep, feeling a bit of cold night.
She poked her head out of the bed.
The lamp was still on outside the tent, and the second elder brother knelt at the foot of the bed, quietly flipping through the military books.
The profile reflected on the tent, Yingjun is tall and tall, with slender eyelashes.
He knelt on the cold ground, still wearing only a thin coat...
She feels a little pain.
She hesitated for a moment, bit her lower lip, and slowly lifted the curtain: "Come on."
Xiao Yi closed the book of war, raised his eyes to look at her, and smiled with thin lips: "Jiaojiao really greedy me."
"Bah!" Nan Baoyi was not anxious, "I'm just afraid that you will catch the wind and cold, and I have to wait for you sooner or later... Anyway, you are not allowed to touch me after you come up, otherwise you will go to the study to sleep."
Xiao Yi turned on the couch.
He promised not to touch her, but he still took the arrogant little girl into his arms familiarly.
The big palm leaned into her skirt, twirling gently, gently playing.
Nan Baoyi was annoyed, and poked him vigorously with his elbow: "No..."
Xiao Yi kissed Nan Baoyi's cheek, and gently promised: "Don't mess around, Jiaojiao sleep peacefully."
Nan Baoyi grumbled and blamed him for restlessness.
The little mouth babbled, but after all he couldn't beat sleepiness, and gradually fell asleep in Xiao Yi's arms.
Xiao Yi circled her in his arms, held her with one hand, and opened the military book with the other.
The rain knocked on the window and the lanterns fell silent.
Nan Baoyi sniffed the fragrance of mountains and rivers and the fragrance of books and ink in his sleep, and slept very securely.
And the other side.
Chu Huainan walked to Kunning Palace in despair, his dragon robe and hair bun were soaked.
Seeing him, the lady of the court hurriedly bowed down and saluted, saying long live.
Song Rou greeted her from the sleeping hall, secretly joyful: "Your Majesty should go to Linxing Jin Sister tonight, how come to the court of concubines? But Sister Jin didn't take care of it?"
After I asked, I noticed the dullness and grief in the man's eyes.
"His Majesty……"
Song Rou hurriedly stepped forward and took his hand, and ordered the maid to prepare hot water for bathing his body immediately, while taking a veil to wipe the raindrops on his forehead carefully: "Why did your majesty get caught in the rain? But the maid did not take care of him? Tell me The concubines, the concubines killed them!"
Chu Huainan was silent.
He looked down at Song Rou.
The woman in front of her, with a delicate appearance and well-dressed, has traces of deliberately imitating the little princess.
She loves him to the bone, but she is not a little princess after all...
Chu Huainan felt sad, and suddenly embraced Song Rou with his arms wide open.
Song Rou was startled slightly: "Your Majesty?"
"Rouer..." Chu Huainan's voice was hoarse, "Xiao Yi is about to seek to usurp the throne, what shall we do? I hate Xiao Yi so much, I wish I could cut him a thousand times, or send him down to Huangquan by myself. !"
He hugged Song Rou tightly.
Tears rolled down and wet Song Rou's palace skirt.
Song Rou's face was complicated.
Brother Huainan must have been wronged by the regent.
She quietly comforted Chu Huainan, sat on the chaise lounge with him, and withdrew the court ladies who were waiting around her, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Yi holds 600,000 soldiers. We can't fight it hard. The only way is to assassinate. ."
"Assassination?"
"On the eighth day of April on the Buddha Bathing Festival, according to the usual practice, your Majesty will lead the civil and military officials to Zhen'an Temple to pray for blessings. In the important place of Buddhism, Xiao Yi will not carry too many soldiers and horses. If your Majesty wants to kill him, on the Buddha Bathing Day, he will be assassinated. The best time."
Chu Huainan was lost in thought.
Song Rou said again: "Of course, in order to dispel his vigilance, in the next two months, Your Majesty can deliberately act cowardly and timidly. More hints to Xiao Yi that you intend to give him the Zen position. In this way, He will not deliberately guard against your Majesty, this will greatly increase our chances of successful assassination."
Chu Huainan took the hot tea she handed over.
After drinking half a cup of hot tea, the body drenched in the spring rain gradually warmed up.
He put down the tea cup and said in deep thought: "There are many monks in Zhen'an Temple. If we can put our confidants in the temple in advance... it will help us get things done."
"What does it mean to put a few confidants? The concubines have a plan to take Xiao Yi's life cleanly." Song Rou smiled slightly, "slaughter all the monks in Zhen'an Temple, and let our confidants act as monks for them, how about? Even Xiao Yi? No matter how wonderfully it is, it will never be counted. The entire Zhen'an Temple is ours."
Chu Huainan was stunned, his eyes gradually emitting light.
He quickly held Song Rou's hand gratefully: "This is a wonderful idea! Rou'er, you are really my good help!"
Song Rou leaned in his arms, her little intention being gentle.
Chu Huainan was about to undress her, but was suddenly startled.
Song Rou waited for a long time with her eyes closed, but didn't see him go further.
She opened her eyes in surprise: "The emperor?"
Chu Huainan hesitated: "Rou'er, your face..."
Song Rou looked down and smiled shyly: "During this period, perhaps the bird's nest has been eaten a lot, and the skin of the concubine's concubine has become more and more white and tender... Although the appearance of the concubine is still not as beautiful as Nan Baoyi, there are still some in the palace. Many sisters praised the concubines for being more beautiful than before... Is your majesty surprised?"
"Rouer, you, you should look in the mirror."
Song Rou learned how Nan Baoyi looked like a baby, and bit her lower lip. She looked at Chu Huainan shyly and said softly: "Brother Prince, all right, what do you tell me to look in the mirror? I don't care about my appearance. I don’t care, I am beautiful just to please the prince brother..."
The slender hand rested ambiguously on his shoulder.
Chu Huainan stood up and backed away quickly.
He said, "Rou'er, you, your face..."
Song Rou finally noticed something wrong.
She hesitantly walked to the makeup mirror and looked at the Linghuajing.
The woman reflected in the brass mirror has messy long hair and red rashes all over her face, and those red rashes are growing and spreading on her face at a speed visible to the naked eye. It is terrifying to see the dense clusters!
Song Rou was completely stunned.
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