Imperial Favour

The expression on Huo Qiu's face condensed into ice, and after a while he took her hand and gently held her in his arms, with a trembling voice, "Jiaojiao, let's wait."

He only knew that Jiang Jianxi had given Tang Zhuozuo a bottle of medicine powder that day, but the specific effect was only vague.

But no matter how you guess, I just think that the medicine is good for women, but I didn't dare to think that it would really cure the infertility.

Emperor Chongjian, a well-deserved iron-blooded figure on the battlefield and court during his entire life, almost blushed when he heard the phrase "I want to give birth to the emperor" today.

The cold wind blowing from all directions blew across his face like a knife, causing pain. Tang Zhuozhuo simply buried his head in front of his chest without raising his head. He just asked angrily, "Why wait any longer?"

She knew how much he wanted a baby.

Although he never showed anything in front of her.

Huo Qiu squinted his eyes and said, "It's not time yet."

The little woman's body is as soft as ever, even through the thick clothing, the attractive figure is enough to make people think about it, but it is too thin, and he is now pregnant with a child. He feels frightened to think about it.

The earth dragon in the Changchun Palace was extremely hot, and Tang Zhuozhuo awkwardly unraveled the cloak on the man's body, and took a sip of the hot tea. Only then did he feel the chill in his body subsided.

Looking at the hour, it's time for lunch.

Huo Qiu was in a very good mood today. Fortunately, Tang Zhuozhuo didn't sink his face even after using a few pieces of cakes. She felt something was wrong, so she squinted her eyes and asked, "What happened to the emperor today?"

"Quan An, bring people up."

Tang Zhuozhao was unclear, so he looked outside the hall and suddenly pressed his lips tightly.

Across a bead curtain, the kneeling person described it as horrible, with messy black hair and blood stained on his forehead, only to see a few intricate long scars drawn from the corner of his eyes to the corner of his mouth, covering most of his face. His look is completely devoid of sanity.

Tang Zhuozuo took a breath and observed it carefully, but Huo Qiu smiled at the corner of his mouth and waved his hand towards Quan'an calmly, "Bring it on, don't scare the queen."

The **** aura in the hall lasted for a long time. Tang Zhuozhuoyu put his cheek on his hand, and only a moment later heard his shocked voice: "Huo Qi? Now Huainan..."

Huo Qiu snapped his eyes and smirked, tapped his fingers, and said: "Catch the thief first, capture the king. Now in Huainan area, there is nothing but loose sand. Without the leader and the marshal with the generals, what can I do with our army? contend?"

The rare joy in the man’s voice called Tang Zhuozuo followed by bending her eyes, and she quickly said: "Congratulations to the emperor, my wish was fulfilled."

Huo Qiu was born a very handsome man, and now he smiled and swept away the depression, making people feel like a spring breeze.

He held Tang Zhuozuo's hand to play, and poked the small meat pits above him one by one. After a while, he gave a dissatisfied tusk, and said, "Why are you still so thin? No meat at all."

Tang Zhuozhuo was hiding things in his heart, not in high interest, and a little agitated: "Everyone else hopes that his wife is slender and good-looking. Why do you always hope that your concubines will grow flesh when you get here?"

Huo Qiu got close to her, looked at her carefully, and then said: "Little fool."

He sighed nuancedly, Tang Zhuozuo only felt as if he had drunk sake. He clearly tasted nothing but was deeply drunk.

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The days passed quickly, Liuli and Qingyuanhou's marriage was scheduled for the fifth day of January, which happened to be the coldest time of the year.

There was no change in the palace. Tang Zhuozuo had a comfortable life. I don't know if it was because of the pill or the medicine powder given by Jiang Jianxi. She will be raised day by day, but she has really grown some flesh. .

Just when Tang Zhuozuo was looking forward to going out of the palace to observe the ceremony, he was blocked by an incident in the palace.

The Empress Dowager Guan's family asked to go to the temple on Longming Mountain to pay homage to Buddha!

Unexpectedly, Huo Qiu agreed with one bite.

At that time, Tang Zhuozuo was driving with him in the imperial study room, and the incense she was accustomed to using was smoked in the golden furnace, and she saw the man write a precise word.

Black and white, simply and neatly, without any hesitation.

Almost at that instant, Tang Zhuozhuo gave birth to some weird and inexplicable thoughts.

Has Huo Qiu already known something?

Although the doll was dug out from her palace, she didn't tell anyone about it, but with this man's methods, if she found any clues, she would definitely be able to pull out some old things along the way.

Tang Zhuozhuo pursed his lips, lost consciousness for a moment, and then tentatively asked: "The emperor, the mountains are suffering, and the mother and queen are old. Is it wrong to go to the Buddha at this time?"

Huo Qiu put down the ink pen in his hand, took a look out of the window, took her slender body, avoided answering this question, just said: "In two days, I will accompany Jiaojiao out of the palace."

But the quasi-character that was dropped has never been changed.

I haven't even visited Cining Palace again.

At night, the bed curtain moved lightly, and the spring was boundless for a while. After the joy, Tang Zhuozhuo only felt that the strength to move his fingers was gone. He allowed the man to hug himself and wash his body. When his head was next to the pillow, he would support it. Can't help closing his eyes.

When I woke up, there was a heavy rain crackling outside the window, and the cold couldn't stop seeping into the quilt. The sky was dark and the place beside her was cold.

Tang Zhuozhuo leaned against the pillow, his gaze fell on the man on the side of the window. The night was dark, and the candlelight was filled with dim light, and occasionally swayed, Huo Qiu's posture was as loose as he moved. It didn't move, as if shrouded in an airtight depression.

She lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, walked slowly behind Huo Qiu, without speaking, just put her head on and gently rubbed his back, and then wrapped his waist.

Huo Qiu took a deep breath and slowly said, "Tomorrow, the queen will go to the temple to worship the Buddha."

Tang Zhuozhuo's eyelids still couldn't open, but his mind became sober, "The emperor is reluctant, so leave the queen in the palace."

A trace of struggle flashed across Huo Qiu's face, and then he was calm, "No need, the temple is a good home."

Tang Zhuozhuo was silent, as he did as usual, and gently stroked his back a few times, with a soft waxy voice in his voice, as soft as his body, and said: "Don't be sad, I will accompany him. It’s yours."

In the previous life, without her intervention, the Guan family also went to the temple to worship the Buddha. She didn't know what happened, but today, she is with this person.

Even this comfort does not relieve anything.

After a long period of silence, Huo Qiu held her small face and kissed her forehead, with a gentleness in her voice that she hadn't noticed, and said, "It's cold at night, go back to bed and lie down."

The little girl deserved it quickly, but she didn't let go of her arms around him, her sleepy head softly pressed behind her. In this situation, Huo Qiu felt funny and angry, but the movements in his hands were very sincere. He picked him up and sat on the edge of the bed, softly coaxing him.

Finally, until the little girl fell asleep, Huo Qiu raised his eyes, rubbed her forefinger on her delicate cheek, and his voice was so soft, "I don't know who comforted whom."

Early in the morning of the second day, the sun was hard to come by. The warm sun in winter was more rare than gold. The red walls were shining long and the palaces were closed, and Changchun Palace added a bit of vitality.

These days, the weather is warmer than before, and Tang Zhuozhao got up a little later. She stood up to wash herself, and An Xia came over with a comfortable Luo skirt at this time, saying that it was sent by your Majesty.

Tang Zhuozuo originally lowered his head and rubbed his mouth fat. Hearing this, he raised his head, glanced at the long skirt, and asked, "Newly made by Shangyi Bureau?"

It doesn't look good.

An Xia smiled and shook her head, and said truthfully: "The father-in-law next to the emperor said that it's normal clothes."

"Did you forget? Tomorrow is Princess Liuli's wedding day."

Tang Zhuozuo naturally did not forget.

It's just that she thought she could leave the palace early tomorrow, but looking at this posture, she couldn't say she could leave today.

After lunch, the emperor's honor guard stopped at the gate of Changchun Palace.

When Huo Qiu entered the hall, Tang Zhuozuo was sewing the bedclothes, a bright yellow shirt, and he knew who he was sewing for without even thinking about it.

An Xia suddenly lost his voice. Tang Zhuozuo raised his eyes, and suddenly a few smiles overflowed his face. He stretched out his hand to beckon him, and said, "The emperor, come over and see if you like this trick."

The dignified emperor, who was so called by her to come and go, but could not produce the slightest irritation, Huo Qiu sighed in his heart, but as if he had his own consciousness under his feet, he strode to her. , Stared at the black and green embroidered face for a long time, and finally frowned and asked: "What is this?"

Tang Zhuozhao pursed his lips unhappily, pointing to the mass and said: "This is auspicious cloud pattern, is it the simplest pattern, or is it not like it?"

Huo Qiu gave a light cough, looked at her carefully, rubbed her hair, and said: "No matter what style, Jiaojiao sewed it by herself, I will definitely regard it as a treasure."

Tang Zhuozhuo bent his waist for a long time and was a little tired, so he put the bedclothes aside, hooked his neck vacantly, and brought the flushed index finger to him, so that he could see. Knowing the tiny pinhole on the top, he said, "My hands are pierced. Knead them."

This little woman was acting like a coquettish girl. Although Huo Qiu knew her temperament for a long time, he still laughed loudly, caught the jade finger that was stretched out to him, sticked it and sucked.

A tingling warm feeling exploded in his mind, Tang Zhuozhuo didn't struggle, but a pool of spring water slowly accumulated in his eyes, which made people's hearts itchy.

When Huo Qiu saw her appearance, he added a touch of tenderness. When did the little woman ever do such a job? A pair of slender jade fingers are the same as the green and white onion tips, they are very precious, and now I have picked up embroidery needles for him.

The tenderness and honey in the heart of the young king almost overflowed, his expression softened and softened, and then only a deep sigh was left: "I have a lot of sleeping clothes, why should Jiaojiao do it herself? "

Tang Zhuozhuo turned his head to trouble him. In the end, Huo Qiu personally picked Huadian to stick her forehead, then kissed her hand, and said dumbly, "Jiaojiao, I don’t hurt, you don’t hurt. Self."

Today, the genius was bright, the Guan family set off to Longming Mountain, Tang Zhuozuo wanted to get up to send it off, but was stopped by the man and fell asleep.

At the beginning, the dignified queen mother left the palace, and no one who could call the shots appeared, no matter how desolate.

The man couldn't swallow the thorn in his heart, but it didn't feel good to watch the Guan family go to the mountain temple alone. She looked all in her eyes, but she could only use this method to make him happy.

Tang Zhuozuo pulled his fingers back and said, "It's not for this."

Huo Qiu laughed a few times, and saw that she was a little annoyed, so he rubbed the soft flesh on her waist, broke the subject, and said, "My girl has really grown some flesh."