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    In the hot summer, the ice cellars in the palace are limited, and ice is not always available in the harem. The palace people are clammy and sweaty every time they move. Although the word sounds beautiful, it is actually not comfortable.  At least Huai Emperor Qiao Qingyun didn't like it.

    In this regard, Qiao Qingyun likes to stay by Ji Yaoge's side.  Her skin is as icy as jade, like cool satin silk to the touch, every inch is addictive.  In addition to going to court, he has already stayed in her Luofang Palace for a month, and regardless of the court's comments, he has complained with the concubine.

    "Don't like what I give you?" In order to make her smile, Qiao Qingyun almost sent her all the rare and rare treasures he could find, including many fairy treasures.  Dahuai leans against the Linxing Pavilion, and the whole country supports the Ming family. Naturally, there are often immortal treasures brought into the palace.

    Ji Yaoge was leaning on the brocade couch, peeling a plate of frozen lychees to eat.  Congfinger picked up the moist lychee flesh and brought it to his lips, making his lips even more colorful, Qiao Qing felt his throat itch. He sat down next to her, and swallowed the lychee she was about to bring to his lips in one mouthful.  He sipped at her fingertips and snatched away her lychees.  She didn't take it seriously, and said coquettishly: "Your Majesty just say if you want to eat, there is no need to snatch it from me." She wanted to take another lychee, but he stopped her.

    "I'm here." Qiao Qingyun peeled the lychees for her personally.

    Ji Yaoge lazily got up, and then looked at the various treasures in the hall, and said: "Your Majesty bestowed it, how could I not like it?"

    "Duplicate little thing." He pressed the peeled lychee into her lips, got up and washed his hands, and walked to a brocade plate, "That's all. This dress is specially made for your concubine Jin.  I'll take a look." As he spoke, he shook off the Chinese dress¡ªthe shape of a concubine, but used the flow-colored satin for immortals.  The mundane and rich Mi Li.

    Ji Yaoge was wearing a thin skirt, similar to what she wore in Chixiu Palace, but she was already tall, and the skirt was no longer wide, and she wore it in a playful style. She had never seen such gorgeous clothes before.  Passed through, looked at it twice, and my heart moved slightly.

    "Come here" Seeing her staring at her skirt, Qiao Qingyun asked Gong'e to change her clothes.

    "No need."

    But she only heard her cry "Lingling", and the surroundings were covered with white mist.  The flowing-colored concubine's gown slid from Qiao Qingyun's palm into the white mist like flowing water. There was an exquisite figure in the mist, which made Qiao Qingyun's mouth dry.  She had been in the palace for a month, and although he stayed in Luofang Palace night and night, he hadn't really touched her yet.

    After a while the fog cleared, and a woman dressed in costume appeared, not only changed her clothes, but even her long hair was tied up in a high bun, with hairpins on both sides, the concubine's three-tailed phoenix hairpin in the middle, a plum blossom between her forehead, and a peachy cheek.  With bright lips and flowing colors all over her body, she suddenly became as expensive as Gao Feng. If it weren't for the green cloth covering her eyes, Qiao Qingyun would even feel that she would make people kneel at the first glance.

    The position of concubine is to neglect her, only the empress is suitable.

    "Your Majesty, I heard your heartbeat again." She smiled, and a bewitching voice came out of her lips, "Soon"

    Qiao Qingyun pulled her into his arms suddenly: "It's been a month, is there any result in your game?"

    "What does Your Majesty say?" She bit her red lip, her eyes seemed to be piercing through the thin green cloth.

    "I don't want to say it." He couldn't restrain himself, his emotion was like a mountain, he picked him up by the waist, and walked to the bedroom.

    Ji Yaoge's smile spread all over the way, insolent, capricious, enchantingit's not her.

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    The veil fell heavily, covering the figure on the bed.  The heavy panting was endless, and the dull sound in the man's throat seemed painful and refreshing

    Ji Yaoge was still wearing a skirt, sitting cross-legged on the flower couch under the window, watching a smoke rising from the corner of the bed.  The power of the Immortal Demon Dance seemed real and unreal, how could a mortal be able to resist it, she didn't really need to serve others with her body, but she hadn't planned to use the Immortal Demon Dance to deal with Qiao Qingyun.

    More than a hundred years ago, she had a good time with Yuan Huanling Haihuan, and indulged in five days. She thought that she had long since given up on nothingness, could do whatever she wanted, and enjoy the pleasure brought by sex between men and women, but obviously, she overestimated herself.  .

    She didn't like Qiao Qingyun's closeness, although he was equally beautiful in terms of appearance and body, but she resisted.

    She thought about it carefully, if it was another man, would she accept it?

    The answer is the same as it was more than a hundred years ago, no.

    From this point of view, the existence of Yuan Huan is really a special case.  It wouldn't be surprising if she ended up falling for him.

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    After the power of the fairy dance was over, Qiao Qingyun leaned on the couch profusely with sweat, and looked through the curtain at the person sitting by the window with loose hair¡ªthe taste of cloud/rain, which he had never understood in his life, was so joyful and enchanting.  , and her indifferent appearance at the moment is even more maddening.

    He hopes to see that she is fascinated by him even under the bed.It's his surname.  "

    Bai Fei clenched the sunflower fan tightly when he heard the words, his face sullen without saying a word.

    "Concubine Ji entered the palace in June last year. According to the time calculation, it was the month when Mr. Ji was taken away by Linxing Pavilion."

    The monks travel fast, and the monks can arrive in a few days in a month's journey for ordinary people.

    "You mean, the general's benefactor entered Qiao Qingyun's harem? He accepted him as a concubine?" Bai Fei asked the man with a half-smile, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

    He couldn't imagine the scene of an indifferent and cold master giving someone a concubine.

    The monk didn't answer, but his eyes flickered, he lowered his head and didn't look at Bai Fei's eyes, and only said in another speculative tone: "Dahuai still has rumors that she promised Emperor Huai that everything will be fine for the general."  What she bestows, she can give to the general, and she can also give it to Emperor Huai. I don't know the truth of this statement, but general, if this concubine Ji is really Mr. Ji, then she is already the concubine of Dahuai, will she"

    "Could it be something?" Bai Fei got up and asked him.

    "Will you switch to Dahuai and come out to deal with us? If so, then"

    "Shut up!" Bai Fei threw an inkstone at him, furious, "My master, you will never betray me, absolutely not! Get out of here, and don't let me hear a word of slandering her again."  , otherwise even if you are a member of the Changlan Sect, I will not show mercy."

    The man dodged Duan Yan and exited the military tent silently.

    Bai Fei stood in front of the table with his hands on the table, the sunflower fan in his hand was broken long ago.

    She really became Emperor Huai's concubine?

    He doesn't believe it.

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    In August, Donglai Imperial City.

    In the evening, the setting sun was like blood, slanting across the end of the palace wall.  Luofang Palace was surrounded by forbidden troops, and all the maids in the palace were driven out, except Ji Yaoge.  Qiao Qingyun entered the hall alone and said goodbye to her.

    No matter how crazy the infatuation is, she is still just a woman, incomparable to this world.

    Ji Yaoge was not surprised, sitting quietly on the railing outside the hall, looking through the green cloth, looking at the setting sun in the sky.

    "Concubine Ji, the game between you and me is over." Across the empty courtyard, Qiao Qingyun's eyes were only cold, as if the tenderness and warmth of the past year did not exist.

    His showing weakness is just to lure the enemy, and her strength is just a cover. In this game, it is a battle of siege, and each needs the surrender of the other.

    "Is it over?" Ji Yaoge turned his head slowly, smiling at Yan Yan, "Before parting, Your Majesty doesn't want to take off this green cloth to see what the concubine Ji who you have loved for a year looks like?"

    Qiao Qingyun didn't move.

    "Or are you still not daring?" Ji Yaoge heard his breathing and heartbeat, and repeated it.

    That square of green cloth is like a spell.

    Qiao Qingyun knew that this was a trap, and knew that she shouldn't take off the black cloth from her eyes, but she couldn't control her hands and steps, and leaned towards her step by step.

    Just one look, he will only take one look.

    After watching this, he said goodbye to her.

    The green cloth fell to the ground.

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    [The little piece about Yun Zhao was written a long time ago, but it¡¯s really nothing. The friends in the comments want to read it, so I put it up. I wrote it a long time ago, but it¡¯s really nothing]

    The stage of the Shengping Hall is still lit. The stage is not big, but it has a caisson-shaped caisson, gabled eaves, complicated bucket arches, exquisite column capitals, delicate embroidery on the large tent on the stage, and the curtains of the coming and going are particularly eye-catching.  At the place where the lights are the most dazzling, there is a man in a green robe standing on the stage unpainted, holding a jade in his hand and singing the lyrics of a song called "Taiping".

    The man's voice is full, praising the prosperity of the age.

    There is only one audience in the audience, a woman, wearing the pomegranate red tank collar half-arm that is fashionable in Beijing, and the inside is apricot red two-color tank collar skirt.  Appears hazy after heat fog.

    She has ecstatic eyes, and the men on the stage saw gold and iron horses from her eyes, and the lyrics of Taiping were inexplicably tinged with desolation.

    ?That's right, the world outside is not good, fighting for years, only Jingzhong is still deluding himself and others.

    After singing this song for a while, there was the sound of heavy footsteps outside, step by step, slowly approaching.

    "Miss Ji is so elegant." The man walked to her side, watched her elegant profile and sat down.

    She turned her head and showed him her whole face. Her bangs were full on her forehead, her cheeks were as white as jade snow, her facial features were elegant, not extremely beautiful, but those eyes

    Soaked in blood, piled full of bones, as dense as a desolate and vast battlefield outside the pass, instantly chilling.

    "Your Majesty, National Teacher, there is no need to be suspicious. Ji promised General Quan to bring back something for him and return it to the National Teacher. However, the National Teacher is not willing to meet people easily, so Ji decided to invite the National Teacher to come here.  .¡± Ji Yaoge¡¯s voice was a bit more mellow than that of the actors on stage, and his tone was very light.

    The man was startled.

    The general Quan she was talking about had already died in the country (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)It's just to return the national teacher, but the national teacher is not willing to meet people easily, so Ji made such a bad plan to invite the national teacher to come here.  "Ji Yaoge's voice was a little rounder than that of the actors on stage, and his tone was very light.

    The man was startled.

    The General Quan she was talking about had already died in the country (Remember the website of this site: www.hlnovel.com
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