I love the harem with my sweet mouth

In the evening, it began to rain lightly, and the patter did not stop until the lamps were lighted.

The lantern under the porch was swayed left and right by the wind, and even the dim yellow halo it cast was also swaying.

When Duozi pushed the door open and entered the room, there was a hint of coolness blowing in through the crack of the door, and he shook his head at Han Qingyang.

"Still not here?"

Han Qingyang sat at the table, looked at the delicious food on the table, and muttered angrily.Zhou Yanzong clearly promised that he would definitely come, and even if he got caught up in political affairs, someone should tell him to let him sit here and wait, what's the matter?

Duofu persuaded: "Why don't you send someone to go to the imperial court to ask?"

Han Qingyang snorted, picked up a pair of chopsticks and threw the Sophora japonica honey roll into his mouth, chewing very hard, as if the Sophora japonica honey roll was Zhou Yanzong.

"If you don't come, don't come. It's as if someone cares about him. It's better if he doesn't come. You don't want to stand up. Sit down and let's eat together."

He worked hard and cooked a table of dishes with good intentions, but some people didn't appreciate it.

Although Han Qingyang waved his hands, Duozi and Duofu didn't dare to sit down. They looked at each other and laughed tacitly.

Duofu took the chopsticks from his hand and set them up.

"Master is getting more and more angry. I misunderstood His Majesty a few days ago and ruined those Peach Blossom Girls. When it was over, I just made Jiansui to apologize. Today I just waited for a while, why did I get angry again?" ?”

Han Qingyang was still full of complaints, but after hearing this, he relaxed again.

Only those who are hurt and loved by others have the right and qualification to be angry.

But the emperor's love is like a tall building without a foundation, which may collapse at any moment. Thinking of this, Han Qingyang didn't care to get angry, and became worried instead.

Seeing this, Duozi hurriedly changed the subject.

"Master, you have prepared the yellow paper and ingot candles prepared by your servants a few days ago. Let's find a place in the corner and burn them for the empress later. I don't know what we want to burn in Dazhou. Can you get it over there?"

Han Qingyang remembered that today was Qingming, and hearing the rustling rain outside, his heart became heavier.

His mother and concubine died early, and his younger brother was still suffering in Dajin.

"You guys take all this dish down and heat it up, I'll go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to have a look."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Duozi and Duofu's persuasion, and didn't ask anyone to follow, took an umbrella and went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

He walked with his head down.

A small puddle of water has accumulated in a low-lying place, and it glows with a dull light under the light.

Han Qingyang was in a gloomy mood. As soon as he arrived outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Xiao Lezi greeted him.

"Your Majesty, you are here."

Han Qingyang looked at him in surprise, did he wait for him here on purpose?Although the hall door was closed tightly, Han Qingyang still looked inside over his shoulder.

"What about Your Majesty?"

Xiao Lezi bowed and saluted.

"My master said, if the empress comes, I will tell you to go to Zhaochun Palace."

.......

Zhaochun Palace.

In the northwest corner of the palace, not far from Lenggong.

The night rain was drizzling, making this dilapidated palace even more spooky.

The doors and windows have long been decayed, and the wind blows in from all directions, and the light of the oil lamp on the table of the Eight Immortals in the palace is blown off. Wang Shou, who was guarding outside the door several times, thought that the oil lamp would go out. As soon as it dissipated, it lit up again.

Zhou Yanzong didn't think it was dirty, so he sat directly at the table.

In addition to the oil lamp on the table of the Eight Immortals, there is also a jar of wine and two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

Zhou Yanzong first raised his hand and poured the wine on the ground, then raised his head and took a big sip. It was pure burning knife, and the taste was spicy.Compared with the sweet and greasy fruit wine in the palace, he still likes spirits, probably because of the habit he developed in the outskirts.

"Mother, I don't know if you can drink, my son will do it first."

Zhou Yanzong had never seen his mother, let alone what she looked like, because her mother died of dystocia the moment she gave birth to him.It can be said that his life came by stepping on his mother's death.

He was born on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, and the people in the Qin Tianjian said that he was born in an ominous manner, that he was born with evil spirits, that he restrained his father and mother, and his wife and son.

So he was sent to the frontier just after the full moon.

Zhou Yanzong often thought, since his father was also the first emperor, so he was afraid of such nonsense, why didn't he simply kill him, but instead threw him to the frontier alone, and let him fend for himself?

Back then when he received the late emperor's secret decree to lead his troops back to Beijing to quell the chaos, he didn't want to go back to Beijing at that time. He wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. He wanted to watch them fight each other until the country fell apart. It seemed that only Only in this way can he relieve the hatred in his heart.

But then he figured it out, he had to come back and take back the life that should belong to him.

Things went better than expected, he just killed some people, and ascended to the throne.In the past two years, he has used iron and blood wrists, and the power in the court has gradually been in his hands again.

But what about this?

He is still unhappy. The sufferings he has suffered are imprinted in his blood like a gangrene, and he can't get rid of them. There are countless times when he wakes up from nightmares profusely with blood on his mouth and nose. smell.

In the dream, he was covered in blood, holding the sword in his hand, walking step by step on the battlefield full of corpses.

When Han Qingyang arrived at Zhaochun Palace under the leadership of the little eunuch, he saw Wang Shou wiping his tears with his sleeve.

He was startled, and walked over a few steps.

Wang Shou said softly: "Your Majesty, go in and persuade Your Majesty, strong alcohol will hurt your health."

With the help of the dim light, Han Qingyang glanced briefly. The palace was very dilapidated, the corners were covered with cobwebs, and the roof was leaking in several places due to years of disrepair.

And Zhou Yanzong was sitting at the table, holding a jug in his hand, with a look of grief and indignation on his face.

"Bold, didn't Gu let you wait outside? Who allowed you to come in..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of fragrant wind hit, and after his hand was empty, the flagon was snatched away. He raised his eyelids and saw that the person who came was dressed in white. It's like the Nine Heavens Fairy descending to earth.

Zhou Yanzong picked up another jug ​​of wine that was on the table, raised his head and took a big gulp, because he drank too quickly, some wine flowed down the corner of his mouth, along his neck and into his clothes.

"How did you come?"

Han Qingyang snatched the wine from his hand again.

"The concubine is here to ask His Majesty to inquire about his crimes. Your Majesty has clearly promised that the Concubine will accompany the Concubine to have dinner together. Why did you break the appointment and not come? It's fine if you don't come, and you won't send someone to send a letter. Your Majesty Do you know how hard it is for Chen Qie to look at the delicious food on the table and see if she can eat it?"

There was sleepy drunkenness in Zhou Yanzong's eyes.

"In that case, it's not lonely. Today is Ching Ming, lonely...just..." He pointed to his heart, "It's a bit uncomfortable here..."

Han Qingyang froze for a moment, and let him snatch the jug back from his hand.

He raised the jug and touched Zhou Yanzong.

"It's boring to drink alone. Let the concubine accompany His Majesty."

He raised his head and took a big gulp, then bent over and coughed violently after drinking.

hot.

too spicy.

Zhou Yanzong laughed, "This is an authentic knives burner, with the strongest alcohol content. How can you pampered people get used to it?"

Han Qingyang wiped his mouth with his sleeve and looked straight at him.

"Your Majesty, don't underestimate people. Besides, whoever said that anyone who comes out of the royal family has to be brought up in rich clothes and fine food, the ministers and concubines had a hard time when they were young." He didn't want to talk about the sufferings of the past, but looked up The head took another sip.

This time I was prepared, but it was better than before.

The strong wine entered his throat, dispelling the chill in his body.

Under the candlelight, Han Qingyang's fair face was flushed because of the alcohol, like a peach blossom, very pretty.

"Your Majesty has now become the emperor of the Great Zhou, above tens of thousands of people. As long as you are willing, your biological mother will be the Empress Dowager of the Great Zhou, who will live forever."

Zhou Yanzong pursed his thin lips tightly.

"Everyone is dead, what do you want these false names for? If possible, I would give everything I have now in exchange for my mother's life... Besides, my mother was trapped inside this palace wall during her lifetime. I hope she can feel more at ease. So I have not given her a posthumous title, nor have I moved her body into the imperial mausoleum."

He forgot about love for a while, even forgot to call himself "Gu".

"Gu did everything possible to ask people to inquire, and found the nanny who had served my mother back then. The nanny said that my mother was gentle and loved the little plum grove at home, so I quietly ordered my mother's bones to be sent back. "

When the cool hand came over, Zhou Yanzong's words stopped abruptly, and he raised his eyes to look at Han Qingyang whose eyes were red.

"Do you think mother will blame me?"

Han Qingyang got up and walked up to him, pulling him into his arms.

"Will not."

Zhou Yanzong leaned against his fragrant and soft arms.

"Qing Yang, promise Gu, never leave Gu. Okay?"

The Zhou Yanzong that Han Qingyang had seen was cold, ruthless, and invincible. Just standing there, he felt unshakable, like a sharp knife, and like a mountain.

But now Zhou Yanzong is fragile, pitiful, like a lost child, confused and fragile.

"it is good!"

Han Qingyang agreed very lightly.

"Anyway, I'm already His Majesty's concubine. As long as Your Majesty doesn't want me, I will be with His Majesty for the rest of my life."

Zhou Yanzong wrapped his arms around his waist, and rubbed his face in his arms.

"What if one day Gu is no longer the emperor?"

Han Qingyang reached out and pushed him away.

"Zhou Yanzong, do you want to pay your debts? I gave you my hands and legs..."

The way he shouted his name angrily was really nice.

Zhou Yanzong stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, lowered his head and kissed the rosy and full lips, tasting the softness with the aroma of wine.

After a long time, the two separated.

"I will never let you down."

Han Qingyang stared at the man who was close at hand. The man had a handsome face and a calm demeanor. He tugged at the hem of his clothes and asked, "Your Majesty, I'm hungry."

Zhou Yanzong got up, grabbed his hand and walked out.

"Go, go back and have dinner."

Han Qingyang's alcohol capacity was limited, and the alcohol that burned the knife was strong. When he stood up, he realized that his head was dizzy and his feet were weak. He fell into Zhou Yanzong's arms.

"Your Majesty, the concubine can't move anymore."

He stared at him intently, with a bright light in his eyes.

Zhou Yanzong squatted down in front of him, "I carry you alone."

Han Qingyang happily lay on his generous back, hooked his neck with one hand, and took the umbrella that Wang Shou handed over with the other.

"Your Majesty carries your concubines, and your concubines hold umbrellas for Your Majesty."

Wang Shou watched the two-in-one figure disappear into the rainy night, so he took a few steps to follow.He has been by Zhou Yanzong's side for two years, and has been in this palace for dozens of years. He has no other skills, only seeing people is the most accurate.

Everyone envied the supreme power in the hands of the emperor, but he was the only one who saw the loneliness and loneliness behind the power like the eternal night.

The glory and the shadow behind it always coexist.

Zhou Yanzong's feet were very steady, and every step was strong.

Han Qingyang lay on his back, biting his earlobe lightly, taking advantage of his drunkenness.

"Your Majesty has caused me to wait so long today, and I will be punished later."

Zhou Yanzong snorted, "Don't make trouble."

Han Qingyang said with tears: "Your Majesty has done something wrong, what are you doing to kill me?"

Zhou Yanzong shook his head helplessly, coaxing softly.

"It's Gu's fault. No matter how Qing Yang wants to punish Gu, Gu will admit it."

Han Qingyang laughed again, and bit his neck lightly.

"At that moment, His Majesty will be punished to finish eating all the dishes I prepared, and he will not be allowed to leave until he finishes eating."

The corners of Zhou Yanzong's lips curled up.

"What if you can't finish eating all the time?"

Han Qingyang whispered next to his ear, with a drunken voice in his voice.

"Then you won't be allowed to leave for the rest of your life."

Really childish.

There was a smile in Zhou Yanzong's eyes.

Han Qingyang leaned on his shoulder, murmuring harsh words.

"If you dare to escape, I will bite you to death..."

The author has something to say: In the comments, there are cuties asking if they will be abused in the future.

Unified answer: no.

After reading Diwo's last book, "The Abandoned Prince's Favorite", you should know that Diwo's writings are all sweet and illogical.So feel free to dive in.