Chapter 12: The Secret History of Harem Lily 12

After sending Lin Yaxi away, Hua Diewu returned to Su Luoyan's side.
Without the presence of outsiders, Su Luoyan took off the beaded hairpin and Luoyan, wearing only a simple brocade blouse with no powder on her face.
"Xiaodie, I am going to leave here, do you want to leave with me?" Su Luoyan asked.
Hua Diewu nodded for granted, "I came here for you. If you want to leave, I will definitely follow you."
"Come here for me?" Su Luoyan's eyes showed some doubts.
Hua Diewu coughed twice and tried to change the subject, "Stop talking about this, Luo Yan, where do you think we should go after we leave the palace?"
"Ziwei Mountain is a good place, but the days are definitely not as pleasant as those in the palace."
Hua Diewu said: "There are good things in the palace, but there are also many inconveniences. I think it's better to leave here. Luoyan, I think the more important thing now is that the emperor is coming tonight, last time you I feel unwell, what reason should I look for today?"
Su Luoyan calmly took out a small fine box from the makeup, and after opening the box, Hua Diewu saw the spice with a large fingernail inside.
Hua Diewu shrugged her nose. Although Su Luoyan didn't say what it was, she could smell it. It was a fascinating soul. The fragrance was very similar to ordinary sandalwood. If it weren't for Hua Diewu's sensitive smell, it was definitely Can't smell special.
"this is?"
"I used this to cope with the bed." Su Luoyan threw the spice into the incense burner, and suddenly a swell of smoke rose.
Su Luoyan shot a small black pill into Hua Diewu's mouth, and Hua Diewu smashed her mouth, feeling pretty sweet.
"Is it the antidote?"
"Yeah." Su Luoyan also took a pill by himself.
The fascination, soul, and incense gradually diffused throughout the room, and the wind came in from the window, but the rich fragrance could not be blown away.
Soon Hua Diewu heard the eunuch's shrill voice.
"The emperor is here!"
Su Luoyan still did it, dressing up slightly, her vermilion lips lightened, her willow eyebrows swept lightly, and a delicate jade hibiscus flower in her temple.
And Hua Diewu pretended to be an ordinary court lady, standing aside with her hands down.
The emperor seemed to be in a good mood, he opened his clothes and strode towards Su Luoyan. Long Yexiang bent over to approach Su Luoyan's face, and took up a strand of Su Luoyan's black hair with his hands. He sniffed like intoxication, and sighed: "Furong is not as beautiful as makeup. In the future, with such a stunning beauty as Li Fei, how can I not be willing to come?"
Hua Diewu was vomiting when she heard it, she secretly went to see Su Luoyan's face, Su Luoyan had a small smile on her face, and she talked to the emperor with ease.
Long Yexiang is accustomed to seeing beauties, but Su Luoyan, a beauty with a cool temperament, is too rare, and he is not so jealous and acting like ordinary women.
He was tired of seeing that, so he was extremely rare like Su Luoyan.
How can Hua Diewu fail to see what Long Yexiang is thinking? At the moment, it is not pleasing to see Long Yexiang.
Hua Diewu patronized her dissatisfaction and forgot to narrow her eyes.
Long Yexiang seemed to notice Hua Diewu's gaze and moved his eyes to Hua Diewu's body.
Hua Diewu is beautiful by herself, even if she is not dressed up, she cannot hide her beauty. The ultimate purity, the facial features are all exquisite, the beautiful eyes are rippling, even if it is a stare, it can make people feel sad.
Long Yexiang, who has seen many beauties, couldn't help but move. When he first saw Hua Diewu, Long Yexiang moved with his thoughts of putting people in the harem.
Long Yexiang wanted to take Su Luoyan to bed immediately, but suddenly changed his mind.
This long night is long, and there is no hurry at this time.
Long Yexiang sat down in time, tapping his knuckles on the tabletop.
Su Luoyan lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes obscured the look in her eyes.
Whether Long Yexiang is not anxious, the effect is not so fast, the longer he wastes, the better.
Su Luoyan intimately asked the emperor if she wanted to try Xiangyun cake. She liked it recently and wanted to share it with the emperor.
The emperor hid other thoughts and naturally agreed.
Su Luoyan immediately asked Hua Diewu to summon people. Hua Diewu was a little reluctant. How dangerous it would be to let Su Luoyan and Long Yexiang live in the same room.
However, Hua Diewu has forgotten that Su Luoyan is the number one killer of Yan Fei Pavilion. In a one-on-one situation, if someone wants to do something to Su Luoyan, unless it is Su Luoyan himself, it is absolutely impossible for Su Luoyan to be killed. Flimsy.
"Yes." Hua Diewu leaned over, then retreated.
After Hua Diewu left, the emperor casually played with the white jade cup on the case, and smiled lightly: "It seems that this little girl is quite concerned about my concubine."
Hearing Long Yexiang's name for Hua Diewu, Su Luoyan's heart jumped, and a trace of killing intent flashed through his half-covered eyes, but Su Luoyan was soon suppressed.
In front of Hua Diewu, Su Luoyan was a girl with a rough fate, a bad word and a gentle heart.
But Hua Diewu didn't know that Su Luoyan's gentleness would rarely be given to others. In essence, Su Luoyan was still an indifferent person, with his own bottom line, but when faced with people he hated, he was absolutely cold-blooded.
There is no doubt that Su Luoyan hates Long Yexiang, but as long as she still holds the identity of Concubine Li, she will have to fight against Long Yexiang.
Su Luoyan lowered his head and smiled and said: "It's just a little girl, not very sensible. I hope the emperor will forgive me."
"Naturally, I don't care about anything with such a little girl." Long Yexiang's mouth curled up slightly, in a good mood.
Su Luoyan reduced the smile on his face and waited for Hua Diewu to return.
After a while, Hua Diewu walked in with several court ladies carrying the tray. On weekdays, there is no problem for Su Luoyan with only one person by his side to serve, but today the emperor cannot do so.
Originally, these subordinates were being disciplined by Wan Zhu, but he had no choice but to hide things in his heart these few days, so he did not notice that some of his staff had crooked minds.
After Long Yexiang ate a piece of Xiangyun cake, he wanted to drink tea, and the little court lady who was standing by and serving immediately offered a cup of tea.
This little palace lady looks beautiful, with a shy and timid expression. The little hand holding the cup seemed to tremble because of tension, and finally fell on Long Yexiang’s lap. The water in the tea cup also splashed out and spilled on the hem of Long Yexiang’s clothes. .
The little palace lady stood up in a panic, her big beautiful eyes filled with crystal tears, which made people feel pity.
The little palace lady is at the blog, and she can enter Long Yexiang's eyes. If Bo is right, he can become the master, and if Bo is wrong, he can only accept punishment.
Long Yexiang has always looked down upon this kind of small means, and if it were changed to normal, he would definitely have the little palace lady directly executed.
But he seemed to have noticed something, and he suppressed his original anger.
"Come here, pull this palace lady down and hit the 30th board. I want to change clothes." Long Yexiang directly pushed the little palace lady away with a big wave.
Two powerful eunuchs immediately came up and dragged the little palace lady away. The little palace lady was crying and wanted to ask for mercy, but her mouth was blocked to death.
Long Yexiang's personal eunuch, Li Gong, immediately asked him to send the emperor's clothes. The emperor glanced at Hua Diewu, and Li Gong Gong immediately understood it, and ordered several court ladies including Hua Diewu to change clothes for Long Yexiang.
Hua Diewu smiled reluctantly, and his eyes fell on Su Luoyan subconsciously.
Su Luoyan nodded towards Hua Diewu without a trace, letting Hua Diewu not worry.
However, after Hua Diewu and the others left, Su Luoyan's expression immediately cooled down. She threw out the dagger from her sleeve and flicked it lightly to reflect the cold light blade, and the blade trembled and hummed.
[The poem comes from Wang Changling's Xigong Qiuqing. 】