Because the emperor remembered the beautiful butterfly-wearing narrow jacket that Wanxi wore during the first autumn dress last time, he explained the middle clothes he made for Wanxi in advance. All the jackets were made into narrow jackets to further highlight Wanxi's slim waist.

Not only is it narrow, but the little jacket is not called a clamp. Because it is made of soft silk, the little jacket is even more closely attached to Wanxi, making her look concave and exquisite.

Wanxi responded to joy tonight, and because there was an old begonia in Yongshou Palace, the little jacket and mid-trousers she wore today were all red.

She used to be an official woman, and her colors were uniform, all of which were plain and light, so she didn't have the chance to wear such a beautiful color. Tonight she suddenly wore such a outfit, and she looked even more beautiful. It was like a crabapple at night, with the thickness and lightness just right.

Wanxi sat in the emperor's arms like this, stretched out her chopsticks to pick up food and fed it to the emperor, and the emperor's heart was already full of excitement.

Without taking a few sips of wine and food, I had already pressed her mouth over and only tasted her unique sweetness.

The red gauze tent was warm that night, but the emperor did not follow the rules of the harem to turn Wanxi into the Yangxin Palace, nor did he call Wanxi.

The emperor broke the rules of his ancestors this night and actually stayed in Yongshou Palace.

Because there was no sign-up, it was difficult to arrange the record of Jingshi Room, so there was no eunuch outside the window who abides by the rules and calls for time. That night... the emperor hugged Wanxi all night and never asked her to leave him even half an inch.

That night she specially hung the gourd pendant he gave around his neck again, and he was even more excited.

His body was pressing deeply on her, his arms pressed her arms against the top of his head, wrapping his fingers around him; but his thin lips bit the gourd pendant at the socket of her neck...

His passionate roar was melted by the gourd pendant over and over again. He only heard that she could not control the rumblings coming from the overflowing...

They were so tired that the emperor gently stroked her black hair, put his arm under her neck, used it as a pillow, and hugged her to sleep.

She was exhausted, but he still couldn't bear to sleep immediately. He just lowered his eyes and stared at her with a cute and silly sleeping state, and asked Lei Ran: "I want to know what kind of account I have already drafted for you in my heart?"

Wanxi closed her eyes and slept lazily, shook her head lazily: "...No matter what. As long as it is given by the master, it will be what the slave wants."

The next morning, before dawn, the emperor had to get up early and go back to Yangxin Palace to change his clothes first.

Wanxi ran to the kang under the south window, climbed into the kang, and watched the emperor walk out of the door.

It was cold and the ice flowers were frozen on the glass, and she couldn't see it for a moment. She hurriedly breathed on the glass, melted the ice flowers with the heat in her mouth, and wiped the air with her fingers, and then she saw the emperor's back hazy.

It was still so dark, and the palace lanterns in the yard were still brightly clear. He just wanted to walk through the night alone, starting his busy day as the emperor.

Wanxi somehow shed tears.

He is the emperor, but he may be the earliest person in this world and the first to start working.

The emperor had just walked down the steps and was checking the women who were looking at the stove and seeing if the firewood under the large tank were lazy, then he felt her gaze behind him.

He smiled and stopped and turned around.

It was cold, and a row of large icy slivers were hanging from the eaves. He jumped on the spot, stretched out his arms and pulled off a icy slivers from the eaves.
Chapter completed!