The Gilded Cage

In Tangquan Palace, Xiao Yu sat by the window, watching the snow by the steaming Tangchi and the snowflakes still flying in the sky.

The room was warm and in sharp contrast with the severe cold outside. The waiter who had just entered quickly covered his face with sweat, but did not dare to wipe it, and only reverently responded to him.

"...The roads are blocked. People on the mountain can't get down, and people down the mountain can't get up. You have to wait until tomorrow when the snow stops, and then someone will clean it. His Royal Highness may not be able to come back today."

There was no expression on Xiao Yu's face. He just shook his robe and waved his hand lightly: "I see, let someone go and have a look tomorrow morning, let's go on."

The attendant arched his hand silently, slowly withdrew from the hall, and closed the door.

Xu Rong was left in the room. Xiao Yu pointed to the other side of the bookcase at hand and said: "Xu Qing sit down, there is no one else here, so don't be too restrictive."

Xu Rong answered "Here" and sat down respectfully. Following the words of the maid about the princess, he thought of Zhao Yanzhou who escorted her down the mountain.

"His Royal Highness, what happened to Zhao Sizhi...has it been inquired?"

He still remembered the news that he had previously communicated privately with several generals was leaked to the emperor, and his suspicion of Zhao Yanzhou never faded.

Xiao Yu was silent for a moment, remembering what Chu Ning said last time, frowned, and said: "Well, this is not him, you don't have to think too much."

Xu Rong and Zhao Yanzhou are considered to be the highest rank among the ministers of the Eastern Palace. In the past many years, Xu Rong alone held the power. Later, Zhao Yanzhou was added, and there was some discord between the two. In the past two years, Xu Rong has repeatedly targeted and suspected Zhao Yanzhou, and is inseparable from this.

Xiao Yu is not ignorant of these. He had also suspected Zhao Yanzhou before, but when he remembered it later, he felt that Zhao Yanzhou didn't make any sense. Perhaps, it was just that his impenetrable emperor had other channels.

"Yes, the minister has been worrying too much." Xu Rong mentioned the same thing once or twice, but it was not easy to talk any more, so he could only turn the words to other places. "In the past two days, the palace has spread it all over. Now, it is said that the second mother of the Zhao family has an affair with the saint, but the saint begins to chaos and finally discards it. If this word reaches General Zhao in Banzhou, I don't know if it will cause waves."

"The beginning of chaos and the end of abandon?" Xiao Yu couldn't help but sneered when he mentioned this. "How do I remember that it was the Zhao family lady who seduce brazenly? If it weren't for the saint's impudence before, I'm afraid I wouldn't have gained such a reputation."

The first clues were revealed last time at the birthday banquet of the Queen Mother Qi, but later on the racecourse, it was even more known to everyone. It was only because of the sudden appearance of an unidentified woman that the matter was overshadowed. . This is probably what Xiao Kezhi made and felt.

Xu Rong talked about this, but he did not agree: "The saint’s move was a bit sloppy. No matter how the Zhao family still holds the Bozhou Army, compared with the Ganzhou Army, it can be considered evenly matched, but it is so easy. excuse me."

He always didn't understand. Sometimes the emperor seemed thoughtful and the city was extremely deep, but sometimes he didn't follow common sense at all, which made people feel puzzled.

Xiao Yu said, "Who is Erniang Zhao? She was widowed and widowed, but instead of keeping her husband at the funeral, she went back to her family's house, even in the public, seducing the emperor. Who can look down on such a low-hearted and profligate woman. Go on? Can be a plaything at best."

Xu Rong glanced at him, and swallowed back what he was about to say. He knew that what Xiao Yu liked was always the prince Chu, and that with such a beauty by his side, naturally he always looked down on other people. Even if I had previously let go and were willing to use some means of marriage for the future, I still didn't really see any movement.

Fortunately, if the emperor really made enemies with the Zhao family, it would be a good thing for Donggong. The Zhao family, it would be great if they could stand on the side of the East Palace.

...

The Seven Sacred Views in the snowy night are like an isolated island hidden in the world.

The heavy snow rustled down, piled up layers of silvery white, crystal clear and shining under the bright moonlight.

The room was damp and cold, and the wind and snow came in through the cracks and couldn't resist it.

But people are hot and enthusiastic, hug each other tightly, and if they are separated, they will touch and tentatively.

The cold and sharp hosta is mixed with the silky and soft hair tips, and it is stroked and brushed from time to time, from top to bottom, from the top to the bottom of the valley, without letting go of a corner.

"Your Majesty, Sixth Uncle, don't... Aning is uncomfortable..."

The beauty has tears in her eyes, she wants to fall, she looks cowardly and timid, but in fact she is like a monster. With every move, she can make people unable to parry.

"Uncomfortable? I should tell the truth when I am uncomfortable." Xiao Kezhi gritted his teeth, his voice was hoarse and low, as if he couldn't suppress it, squeezing it out of his teeth, "You said, who can teach you comfort and contentment?"

The light in the room was on, and the bright yellow candlelight reflected on her white cheeks and undulating body, and even the fine crystals on the eyelashes and the beads of sweat rolling down from the gullies were clear.

Like a pure water lily that should be closed at night and sleeping among the lotus leaves, it leaves the inhabited waters under his teasing, and blooms quietly, with dewdrops rolling in the petals, fragrance in the stamens, and the little-known richness everywhere. passion.

The lotus on the veil, the lotus on the clothes, and the lotus lanterns floating in the hot spring pool, all flashed in front of his eyes, and finally turned into the one in front of him, making him love it and wish he could do everything he could. |Let, I want to hold it in my heart and love it even more.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

She was crying and her lips were bitten beautifully, hoping that he could spare her.

But he seemed to have infinite patience, so he didn't let her wish, and still restrained her from running away.

"Make it clear, where does it make you comfortable and where does it satisfy you?"

The beauty was forced to look ashamed and embarrassed, like a haze. She closed her eyes, and the eyelashes were immediately stained with more fine crystals: "Your Majesty--anywhere is good, wherever Aning is comfortable..."

But he was still dissatisfied with her that this was obviously a perfunctory remark, and he still refused to force her to speak more clearly: "Make it clear, don't use this set to bluff me."

She couldn't, so she had to follow his words seriously and compare them seriously in her heart.

In front of her, Xiao Yu has always been gentle and gloomy. At night in the bed room, he faced her as if he was out of control and could not help himself, but the more so, the more calm and indifferent she could feel in her heart. As time went by, when she was with him, she became more and more separated from her body, she just stood quietly and looked at herself and him as well.

Xiao Kezhi is indeed different.

Probably because he grew up in a military camp, he is stronger, more heroic, and more powerful than everyone else. Although he was cold, but not insidious, the imposing aura revealed invisibly and the sorrow he showed inadvertently also made her unable to distract, so she could only devote herself to it.

Suddenly, many details rushed into my mind, intertwined into a circulating picture.

"Your Majesty, you don't need Aning to serve, and you don't need Aning to greet you...will not hurt the people around Aning..."

She murmured almost unconsciously, her voice from low to high, and she was crying again, as if she was about to vent all the grievances she had suppressed in the past, and the teardrops that had been hanging around the corner of her eyes finally rolled down.

His movements stopped, and the rough fingertips rubbed the teardrops at the corners of her eyes, before crushing one of them, and then dropping another one until his fingers were all wet.

"Don't cry."

The fierceness of the talent gradually calmed down, and he let go of his restraint, wanting to hold her gently in his arms.

But she sat up unexpectedly, pushed him down, blushing with tears, even the tip of her nose was wet and red, but her tone of voice was vicious: "Don't push me anymore, otherwise, I will say you don't have him. it is good."

He was stunned, looked at her above, and smiled all of a sudden. He didn't forget that she was tough, even if it was fragile, she passed quickly.

"Good Aning."

For the first time, he was willing not to be so strong, but to lie down obediently and let her dominate.

More fun than he expected.

...

It was late at night, the wind and snow gradually stopped, and the vast world in the suburbs was covered in silver, quiet and picturesque.

From time to time, snow fell from the eaves and treetops, hitting the snow on the ground, making a muffled sound.

The candle in the wing had burned out, and the cold and damp air came in from the darkness, entwining people tightly.

The two of them hugged each other, their skins close to each other, and they were wrapped in a rough but neat cloth, just to resist the chill.

Chu Ning felt that she was more tired than the previous few times, and even Xiao Kezhi tidied up for her and hugged her tightly under the covers, but she couldn't remember clearly. At this time, I finally felt that it was not cold anymore, and I gradually woke up and remembered that it was time to go back.

"Your Majesty, it's time for Aning to go."

She put one hand on his chest and tried to support herself, but he stopped her.

"Don't go, it's outside, it's okay to stay." The trapped situation under the mountain also made Xiao Kezhi feel unscrupulous, just wanting to leave her to sleep together.

"There are others in the view..." Chu Ning thought about the Taoist priests in the view, the guards he had brought, and even Zhao Yanzhou, still not daring to relax too much.

He stared at her scorchingly, his eyes full of satisfaction and leisure after being satisfied: "Good boy, don't be afraid, with me, no one will come over."

He was so sure that it had already been arranged. She was too tired to move, so she stopped insisting, leaned back in his arms, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

But he heard his deep voice again.

"Who is escorting you down the mountain today?"

She was dim, thinking slowly for a moment, then narrowed her eyes and murmured, "It's Zhao Sizhi."

"He is very close to you?" He stared at her sleepy face in the faint moonlight, his expression a bit heavy.

In fact, before she came over, he had gone to see it quietly, but he didn't expect to see a young and handsome man standing outside her door, bowing his head and talking to her.

Although there is a threshold between the two, no matter whether they look in their eyes or their expressions, they can see that they are familiar. Especially when they are holding the same soup woman, they are even more intimate.

He felt a sudden displeasure.

Although she knows that she is not a merciful and chaotic woman, she still can't help but want to ask clearly.

It's just that Chu Ning is still chaotic, rubbing his face against his chest twice, and muttering: "Get close, he is brother..."

After saying this, she gradually remembered, and her mind became sober, and she opened her eyes and met his unfavorable expression.

It turns out that he was angry about this earlier.