【狂连】Taiyin

Late spring has faded, and the breath of midsummer is getting stronger day by day.There were cicadas singing outside the window, and I was soaked in sweat for no reason even if I sat still.The weather is really hot, and I feel sleepy after lunch after a while.He withdrew his servants, leaving only a clever maid to fan him.

The maid picked up a few incense balls with tweezers, threw them into the copper milk furnace, and lit the raw incense leisurely.Turning his head again, Yimulian has closed his eyes on the bed, breathing evenly, as if he has entered a light sleep.The little maid didn't dare to be lazy, she tiptoedly picked up the fan on the sandalwood table, and continued to fan it gently.She moved her handle up and down one after another, and became drowsy from the raw fragrance, and her eyelids were about to close.

Fanning the wind like this, the head is bumped like a chicken pecking at rice.Suddenly hearing a slight rustling sound outside the door, she quickly woke up in shock, only to see that His Majesty had taken off the court clothes outside, and replaced by a cool and breathable Xiao Gui, standing in front of her.

The little maid was startled, and hurriedly wanted to salute, but was stopped by him.

The emperor stretched out his index finger, put it against his lips, hissed softly, glanced at the sleeping person on the bed, and asked in a very low decibel: "Just fell asleep?"

The little maid nodded.

"You step back, I also want to rest for a while. Tell people outside not to disturb you."

The little maid responded softly, lowered her head cautiously, and was about to leave, but was called back by the emperor when she arrived.He pointed to the fan in his hand and said, "Give this to me."

Because it was summer, the bed curtains were all down and it was boring, so they were half-drawn and hung half down.Huang Fang stepped forward with light steps, and saw the person inside was asleep.Because of the strong sunlight during the day, I picked up a small piece of silk handkerchief and covered it over my eyes, concealing all the natural charm in the corners of the eyes, leaving only the upturned bridge of the nose and the petals that seemed to be waiting to be kissed. like mouth.

The bed curtain cast shadows faintly, covering Yimulian's body.Huang unconsciously froze for a while, and when he came back to his senses, his fingers couldn't help picking up a strand of hair to play with.Yimulian seemed to be aware of something in the dream, and he hummed in a daze.Huang hurriedly put down his hand, but unexpectedly, this action directly awakened Yimulian who was already in a light sleep.

"Well, Your Majesty...?"

Yimulian half-opened his eyes, staring at the opposite person in a daze.He hadn't fully woken up yet, and his tone unconsciously carried a soft taste, as if acting like a spoiled child.When Huang heard this voice, he couldn't bear it, he gritted his teeth, but said in a calm voice: "Go to sleep, I will sit here for a while, and then I will leave."

As he spoke, he shook his fan.The cool wind blew slowly on Yimulian's face, which directly woke him up from his daze.

Yimulian opened his eyes, stunned for a while, suddenly realized something was not right, he quickly raised his arms and wanted to stand up straight, but was held down by Huang.

"It's okay, you go to sleep, I just want to watch you sleep, and fan myself by the way."

Yimulian's face was a little red, I don't know if it was reflected by the red bed curtain, or because he was embarrassed.He followed Huang's strength and lay back down again, but his eyes were fixed on him without blinking.Seeing Huang being looked at like this, on the contrary, his own heart beat a little.He was silent for a while, and said in a low voice:

"The weather is very hot. After you have had enough sleep, ask someone to bring you a bowl of cold crispy cheese."

Yimulian nodded, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Because the relationship is getting familiar, I unknowingly omitted all the respectful titles, leaving only "you".

Huang shook his head: "I'm not addicted to sweets, you can eat."

Yimulian moved the pillow, turned over, and looked at him sideways.He was still awake from his afternoon nap, and he had an air of laziness.

"I don't know if the weather is too hot these days, and I often feel sleepy for no reason..."

Huang looked at him thoughtfully: "Maybe I was tired at night."

Hearing the words at a glance, the ears couldn't help but feel hot.He lowered his eyes halfway, picked up the white veil next to the pillow, and gently covered his eyes.

With a thought, Huang straightened up, and gently covered his lips through the veil.

In a few days, it will be the emperor's birthday.In order to arrange this feast, the whole palace has already been busy.There are countless rare treasures enshrined from all over the place, and they were piled up in separate places early on.The young emperor also felt impatient looking at it, and let the empress read the long gift list to him, and could not help dozing off while listening.

Yimulian couldn't help but want to laugh, as expected, he was still a child.

He hastily scanned the gift list, but paused at Prince Orange's gift list, on which was written something that seemed to be unruly, and the name of Mei Ji was written in small characters, which looked like a joke.

——But this is not a joke.

When Yimulian realized this, he was already sitting in the birthday celebration hall that day, and the back of his neck suddenly felt cold and hot for a while, forcing him to stand up.But he had to keep his posture and sit motionless.

Sure enough, Prince Orange was not lying, it was indeed Meiji.

As soon as the dancer finished dancing, the people up and down were no longer stupefied, including the young emperor who hadn't experienced much human affairs.They have never seen a woman with such a charming and graceful dancing posture, her frown and smile are like the beauties in the picture scroll breathing a breath of fairy air, and they all come alive.But she is more vivid and flexible than the beauties in the picture scroll, and she is naturally seductive with sensuality.All the princes and nobles present couldn't help swallowing their saliva, and looked enviously at the emperor who was sitting upright.

Naturally, there is no need to think about it, the beauty belongs to him.

Prince Orange got up and took the lead to say hello first.At this time, Huang Cai looked away from the dancer as if he had just woken up from a dream.The prince proudly raised his wine glass to the emperor, and said with a smile, "Is your highness satisfied with this humble gift from my younger brother?"

Huang didn't answer Prince Ju's words directly, but stared at the dancing girl in the hall with those deep eyes.The strange thing is that the dancer didn't have a trace of stage fright, but looked back at the past openly.Huang didn't blame this almost rude behavior, and instead showed a little interest on his usually expressionless face.

"What's your name?" he asked suddenly.

A smile appeared on the face of the woman, Shuli. She had just finished dancing, her breathing had not yet calmed down, and there was still a little breathlessness in her laughter.Yimulian lowered his head and poured himself a small cup. He lowered his eyelashes and looked at the sparkling surface of the wine, but heard a lazy and charming female voice.

"Return to Your Majesty, my name is Yanyanluo."

With a "plop", the grape in his hand fell into the center of the wine glass, splashing a small puddle of wine stains on his delicate clothes.

Huang collected Yanyan into the palace.

This is also a natural thing, and no one finds it strange.On the contrary, the former emperor and empress love each other deeply, and the special favor was a bit unusual, which made people feel cold.Seeing that the young emperor is finally the same as the emperors of all previous dynasties, he felt more or less relieved.It's a pity that the woman Prince Ju paid tribute to was only a dancer, with a low status, and it was difficult for her to be considered elegant.The rest of the ministers came to their minds and came up with their own daughter's idea.It's a pity that whenever he talked about this matter with the emperor, he always diverted to other topics.

It can't be too hasty.

They were so relieved.It's better to let him enjoy the gentle hometown for a few days first.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter.

Staring blankly at the scattered stars in the night from the window, he even forgot to shake the fan in his hand.It was the servant girl next to him who called him a few times before he came back to his senses.

"What kind of incense do you want?"

The maids under him knew that the empress was always easy to get along with, so they didn't have many worries. They looked smiling, but they looked innocent and carefree.

A sluggish look flicked past her, and landed on the small copper milk stove.

"Burning down the real fragrance."

He sighed very low, as if to others, but also to himself.

"There is nothing to do in front of the window at the end of the day, but to burn a pillar of real incense." The ancients liked this fragrance the most, and there are records in the book that the main plant of this fragrance, wisteria, "can last for 30 years without corruption. Its stems are cut and placed in the flames, and over time it becomes a purple fragrance, which is used to descend the spirit."

Burning smoke straight up, although it can't really bring the spirit, it makes it easy for people to recall the past.

—Actually, that wasn’t too long ago.

Yimulian changed into light clothes, and the maid came to help him half lower the curtain of the bed, and then lay down on his side and fell asleep.

He leisurely smelled the raw incense from the copper milk stove, and gradually closed his eyes.

"Although my father has many concubines...he has few children. This is also a pity."

"...If you have a few more children with me, who else would dare to gossip?"

Just a few words rang in his ears repeatedly like a nightmare, and he turned over at a glance, with his face resting on the ice and hard jade pillow, which made his stomach ache.

"...What if I can't give birth?"

"I am with you every day, if you cannot give birth, then no one else can."

Yimulian's hands trembled unconsciously, and he slowly touched his flat belly.

Nothing happened.

He was stunned for a while in the dark before slowly putting down his hand.

In fact, there shouldn't be any other expectations. It's just that the comfortable life has passed for a long time. Once thrown back to the normal world, there will inevitably be a gap.

You just need to remember that you are Taiyin, but you are also a man.

Just a tough, bland and boring old man.

He gently covered the silk veil over his face.After a while, the white ground was soaked with a wet halo the size of a grain of rice, and slowly, silently, it spread.

Huang suddenly opened his eyes in the middle of the night.

When he woke up, he still felt that the sweat on his forehead was wet and cool. He was wearing single clothes, and slowly straightened up.The woman on the bed, with her white, jade-like arms, groaned a little restlessly because of his movement, and then went back to sleep.

Arak looked at her expressionlessly, and his eyes only lingered on her face for a moment.Then he possessed himself and picked up the clothes thrown on the ground, and put on the unlined clothes.

The moon is round and bright, pointing on the sky like a black curtain, and the color is blurred wetly.Through the screen, he cast the peripheral light of the moonlit night down, quietly illuminating half of Huang's face.He pursed his lips, his face sinking like water.With this calm and serious appearance, he looked much older than his actual age.

He stared out of the window intently, as if he was thinking about something.

Yan Yanluo knocked Yan, spread his legs lazily, squinted his eyes and swallowed the clouds.Thin puffs of smoke spit out from her richly colored lips, coiled and lingered, and soon filled the small area with smoke.She sat in it quite enjoyingly, floating like a fairyland.

The serving maids knew that this new favorite concubine Ji was addicted to cigarettes. Seeing that she was about to finish her last puff of cigarette, they knelt down on their knees graciously, and added some stuff to her long pipe.Yan Yanluo hooked her red lips, and blew a mouthful of cigarettes on the face of the little maid, then laughed crisply.

The way she smiles is beautiful.Zhang Yang has a youthful glamor again, and the smoke and mist also carries a little taste of the soul of sex.The little maid looked at Yan Yanluo timidly, and saw that she was smiling at herself, her face turned red, her hands trembled a few times, and she almost spilled the tobacco.

Yan Yanluo didn't care about the other party's actions, but lowered his head and took another sip, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.

"It's so hot, but there's no place to cool down?"

Hearing this, the little maid hurriedly nodded as if asking for credit, "Yes, yes, there is a big lake in the palace called Zitang Lake. Whenever it is hot, I always like to take a boat to the central lake pavilion to watch lotuses. Lying there In half a day, the summer heat will dissipate a lot."

"That's it," Yan Yanluo twisted a strand of hair hanging on his chest, "Then you take me there for a stroll, if you keep boredom, I will definitely get sick."

The little girl nodded her head like a pounding garlic, and her positive look made people want to laugh.Yan Yanluo half-supported her chin, looked at her with a smile on her face, "Then go and prepare yourself first, and wait for me at the door."

After the little maid hurriedly nodded and ran out the door, she slowly suppressed the smile on her face.She opened the window, squinted her eyes to look at the sky for a while, circled her two fingers into a full circle, put them close to her mouth, and blew loudly.

After a while, a snow-white pigeon flapped its wings and flew in front of her.

"At this time, the lotus in Zitang Lake is in full bloom. The lotus leaves are boundless and green, spreading far away. And the lotus in the pavilion in the middle of the lake is also the best place to see! "

The little maid enthusiastically introduced in front, and Yan Yanluo followed behind with a lazy smile, while taking a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery along the road.

"Speaking of which, the scull boat here was just changed this summer, and it was only a while ago. The emperor and the queen swam together once..." Her tongue tied up, and she suddenly realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said. , raised his head and looked at Yan Yanluo timidly.On the contrary, Yan Yanluo didn't care at all, and asked with a smile, "We swam together once, then what?"

The little maid blushed, thinking of some rumors that should not be thought of, and said in a low voice, "...It's nothing, it's just that I changed another boat after that." He was so scared that he forgot to say, and subconsciously grabbed Yan Yanluo's skirt.

"What's the matter?" Yan Yanluo asked, and followed her gaze.

A thin man stood by the lake, looking lonely.The wind blew up, lifting the ends of his natural white hair with cherry pink.

——Yan Yanluo suddenly remembered that the legendary Queen with a body of Tai Yin who had never masked her face had this natural pink hair color.