Eighty-sixth bowl of soup (3)

The bronze mirror is dim and yellow, and it does not reveal a beautiful woman like a flower, like a Yuejie.

With slender hands, holding a charcoal pencil, gently draw along the neatly trimmed eyebrows, making the eyebrows like mountains, sweet-scented osmanthus powder puffing on the face, and pink cheeks, adding a bit of embarrassment to the daughter’s family and the red mouth. The fat was gently squeezed on the lips, and the vermilion lips opened slightly, tempting to taste. The plain face is already beautiful and beautiful, and after careful makeup, it is even more charming. In terms of beauty, Qinghuan has always been first-class.

The hair bun is very simple, only a white hosta is inserted loosely, and there is no extra decoration except for the red dress lying on the big dark bed, for this room full of masculine breath and close to coldness. Added a bit of color and tenderness.

"Who are you? Who allowed you to come to this king's yard?"

The man's voice was low and displeased, and it was obvious that he thought it was some self-righteous subordinate who found him a beauty again. He has said many times that he doesn't need it. Those guys don't seem to understand people. Could it be that there are too many good days?

Qinghuan hid in the quilt. The reason why he was found was firstly because the quilt was high and bulging, and the other reason was because the corner of the red skirt was exposed, which was simply telling the visitor: Hey, there is someone hidden in your bed. what!

Smells good.

This is Qing Huan's first impression of lying on the bed. Unlike ordinary royal men who always have the smell of ambergris or other precious spices, the regent’s room has a refreshing saponaria smell. His bed and room are very clean, which makes Qinghuan very good. The first impression was made.

The regent stood by the bed and waited patiently. Then he saw a pair of little hands sticking out from the quilt, grabbing the head of the quilt and pulling it down a little bit. First it was black hair like a waterfall, and then he saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

For a long time, the two looked at each other, and the regent faintly called: "Your Majesty."

Ah, ah, it's so cold, it's not emotionally cold at all. Qing Huan blinked: "Uncle Emperor."

The regent did not speak, and she did not speak, until he asked her again: "Why did your majesty behave in such a nondescript dress? Wouldn't it be a joke if he was told by his minister."

"I was originally a woman. What's wrong with wearing women's clothing?" Qing Huan sat up from the bed and reached out to pull the corner of the regent's clothes, but he avoided him. The two were separated by a few steps. Nothing moved. He felt a faint pain in his heart, and the knife was really a cruel hand. If it weren't for his heart to be a little bit slanted compared to ordinary people, he would have died in that banquet that day.

He only glanced at Qinghuan, and thought of countless pasts, but there was no more sweet happiness, only disappointment, indifference, and unforgettable pain. When he left the palace that day, he really had a mortal heart, and he had no intention of surviving. Now this life was saved by his subordinates with all their energies, and he could no longer arbitrarily ruin her.

"I know it was wrong, Uncle Emperor." Qing Huan pursed her lips. She had already thought that it would be useless to blindly quibble a man like the Regent. It is better to admit your mistakes openly and get the most understanding. Well, if you don't get it, it won't make him look down on him. "What I did that day... is really wrong. These days, I have trouble day and night. I wanted to see the emperor, so I came."

"The emperor is so annoying that I am annoyed by me. I was wrong and should be punished."

"Your Majesty is the body of ten thousand gold. How can it be wrong, and how can it be punished. Your Majesty said that, and the minister was terrified."

It seems still indifferent.

When Qing Huan got out of bed, she backed away as soon as she approached the regent, as if she was a scourge that called people to retreat. He taught Qinghuan's kung fu, and the affection between the two also originated from this close body and communication. She stood on the ground with bare feet, sniffed, and lowered her head. The ground quickly wetted two small pieces.

The regent was startled slightly, the emperor was the strongest, especially disgusted with the difference between him and men. It was the first time he saw her crying in so many years.

The tears were to win his contact, and Qinghuan didn't plan to collapse in a short time. If you just cried to him like this, it would seem very contemplative and reasonable. If Qinghuan was the regent, and saw the emperor confessing his mistakes and crying without hesitation, he would feel that it was a special plan. So after she cried, she blinked her tears quickly, and when she raised her head, she still smiled, as if she had never shed tears before. "I want the emperor to come back to me."

The two have been in love for several years and have always kept a distance, at most, holding hands. The empress is afraid of being seen through, and has always kept a distance from the regent. The regent has always been between them, and the empress is still there. From the beginning to the end, she never said that she liked him, and she never gave him a token of love-because for the empress, the throne is so important.

But today she told him that she wanted him to return to him.

The regent almost laughed, but he didn't. He didn't feel happy at all, but felt heavy torment: "Your Majesty is no longer a child. Even when he was a child, the minister never saw His Majesty be so self-willed."

Qing Huan took advantage of him inadvertently and rushed over, clinging to his waist tightly. How can anyone dare to treat the regent like this, he is so high, noble, and the emperor is the emperor who holds him like this and refuses to let go. But he didn't like her anymore and wanted to pull her away, but Qing Huan buried her face in his chest, "If the emperor pushes me away, I will die here."

The regent's hand froze for a while, and he sighed for a while, "Your Majesty, what are you going to do? Looking at what your Majesty has done, you really can't convince your ministers."

Because of her birth and death, she wanted to dig her heart out, but in the end she rewarded him with a knife that pierced the heart.

pain.

"Wrong is wrong, I won't deny it." Qing Huan grabbed the regent's clothes tightly, "but now I want to save you, it's not empty words."

She always came to see the identity of the heavy emperor, even when she was in love with the regent, she also called herself me, and it was really strange that she kept talking about me today. The regent would not be impressed by these simple words, he just thought she was plotting something.

Just as he was about to speak, someone knocked on the door, accompanied by children's crying. The regent was stunned, Qing Huan took the initiative to let him go, rubbed his eyes with his hand, and climbed onto the bed again, covering himself with a quilt.

The regent had to open the door. As soon as the door was opened, the two children rushed over and hugged his thighs. The little girl who looked like a pink jade cried loudly: "Daddy! Daddy! My brother bullied me! My brother grabbed me." Sweet-scented osmanthus cake!"

Sweet-scented osmanthus...While the ghosts were leaving, the regent remembered that Qinghuan had just been hugged, and seemed to smell the scent of osmanthus on her body. He loves sweet-scented osmanthus, but she never sprays spices on her body. But soon he recovered and bent over and touched the heads of the two children: "Hey, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake requires half of the brother and sister. Is Ling'er eating too much again?"

The precocious little boy grumbled: "I listen to my mother! Although my sister is older than me, she is not good at all! If you eat too much sweet-scented osmanthus cake, you will have a toothache again! Daddy hurry up and teach her! Otherwise, I will make my mother sad. Mother is about to cry!"

The regent comforted the two children, and then whispered softly: "Ling'er, Chang'er, I have said that many times, you want to call me uncle, your father is—"

"Lord!"

Before he could finish these words, a soft woman's voice came, and then a beauty in a white dress walked quickly in the distance. She is slender and beautiful, and she seems to be always sad. She is really pitiful and can't help but love her.

The regent was indifferent: "Brother and sister."

Gao said with trepidation: "The prince will forgive the sins, these two children, the concubines ran in without paying attention... The prince left early, they were taken care of by the prince, and it is inevitable that they will have an admiration for the prince..."

"This king knows." The regent interrupted her faintly. "Take the kids to rest, this king is a little tired."

"Ah, is the prince feeling unwell? So I will cook some soup for the prince to replenish his body--"

"Brother sister." The regent called her again, his eyes cold, and always kept a distance. When he talked to the child, he claimed to be me, but in front of the Gao family he claimed to be the king. "You are the wife of the king's deceased, not a subordinate. Just leave these things to the subordinate."

He is not a fool. He said that he took care of the children. In fact, he was busy with his official duties and had time to take care of the children. To be honest, other subordinates in the palace spend more time with their children, and they don’t see them calling other people daddy. . Gao's thoughts are clear to him, and the reason why he doesn't reveal it is because of his love with his husband.

Gao was ashamed and ashamed, and her admiration was seen by the loyal master, which really made her ashamed. "The concubine body, the concubine body knows... the concubine has married and had children, and is not worthy of the prince, and the prince is accompanied by a beautiful woman..." But she still couldn't help but hope that she was the closest to the prince for many years. This is her, even if she can't be the prince's woman, she selfishly has not stopped the children from questioning.

Whenever the children asked her where her father was and whether the prince was a father, she never admitted, but never denied it. So the children think that the prince is their father, if so, then how good...

The father-in-law is dying, and the prince also said that he will take care of their mother and child forever. In this case, can she have a little extravagant hope...

The regent is tolerant, and naturally he will not speak harshly, but the joy in the quilt can't stand.

"Since you know that you are not worthy of the prince, don't let the children misunderstand that the prince is his father, otherwise I will be unhappy."

Gao's dumbfounded saw a beauty in red emerge from behind the regent. Qing Huan hugged the regent’s arm unceremoniously, and expressed sincere gratitude to Gao in her heart: "The child is young and ignorant. Has this sister never grown up? Let her children call other men Daddy, didn't you think about one or two for the dead husband under Jiuquan?"