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Chapter 6 Deep Palace Osmanthus

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    After a while, someone in the palace also circulated: "King Yu and Princess Wang please enter the palace!"

    Ling Zimo looked back at Mengdie, and saw that her cheeks were blushing due to the sudden rush just now, but her expression was calm and her breath was still steady, so she couldn't help smiling slightly, took her little hand again, and said softly  : "Princess please!"

    Mengdie was held by his warm big hand, but she suddenly felt a chill in her heart. She clearly saw the coldness flashing in his eyes.

    Mengdie lowered her head, covering up the tension in her heart, and let Ling Zimo lead her into the palace.

    Newlyweds have to pay a big gift when they meet. The two go to the front of the imperial court and kowtow three times and nine times, and say "Long live" in their mouths, and then greet the concubine Ru.  Mengdie heard a clear and majestic voice above her head saying: "Get up."

    Ling Zimo helped Mengdie up.  A soft female voice said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you see they are so close, it seems that Yu'er is very fond of the princess!"

    "Well," the emperor seemed very satisfied, and said again, "raise your head and show me!"

    Mengdie knew that this was talking about herself, so she raised her head slowly, and as soon as her eyes touched the two people sitting on the seat, she immediately lowered her eyes, not daring to look directly, to show her respect.  But with just this glance, she could see clearly the appearance of the emperor and concubine Ru.

    The man in the bright yellow dragon robe had gray hair and beard, and his face seemed very haggard, but his eyes were as bright as candles, as if he could see through everything in the world.  Only then did Mengdie realize that Ling Zimo had inherited such a pair of eyes.

    Rufei looks like she is only in her early thirties at most, but Mengdie knows that she is much older than that.  As a concubine in the harem, the most important thing is how to keep her youthful forever, so as to keep the emperor's heart.  So Mengdie was not surprised by her still charming and glamorous appearance, what surprised Mengdie was that when Rufei looked at her, there seemed to be a hint of viciousness flashing in that charming smile.

    Mengdie didn't dare to speculate, but heard the emperor say again: "The prime minister's daughter is really beautiful!"

    Concubine Ru nodded and smiled, "Yes, Mo'er is blessed!"

    Mengdie leaned over and saluted again: "Thank you, the emperor and empress, for the compliment." Ling Zimo smiled but said nothing.

    "If you are lucky, you have to know how to cherish your blessings." The emperor suddenly changed the subject, as if pointing something.  Mengdie was startled, and before she had time to think about it, the emperor asked again: "Princess Yu, how is Mo'er treating you?"

    Mengdie only felt that the Yuehua Palace suddenly became silent, and she didn't lift her eyelids, but felt that the eyes of the three people in the palace were all focused on her.  Ling Zimo standing beside her made her feel a bit of chill.

    She smiled submissively, and replied without hesitation: "If you go back to the emperor, the prince treats Mengdie very well. Now Mengdie is the mistress of the palace!"

    As soon as these words came out, Mengdie felt relieved, and the oppressive feeling disappeared.  She glanced at Ling Zimo slightly, and saw that there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he still looked calm.  Seeing Mengdie looking at him, she didn't turn her eyes away, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was presumptuous for three points, and Mengdie felt annoyed for a while.

    The emperor burst out laughing, and the concubine Ru also laughed and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry!"

    The emperor smiled and said meaningfully: "That's good, and my concubine can rest assured!"

    Mengdie only felt puzzled when she heard it.  The emperor and the concubine clearly had something to say.

    After the emperor and concubine Ru finished laughing, Ling Zimo said: "Father, my son wants to take the princess to worship the queen and concubine mother."

    "It should be so!" The emperor nodded, "Go! Your mother and concubine will be satisfied with this beautiful woman."

    After all, the imperial garden is different from ordinary courtyards. Although it is almost late autumn, the autumn flowers here are just right, and there is no sense of depression at all.  Osmanthus is the most proud time in this season.  The palace is planted with golden osmanthus, and the clusters of small broken flowers weigh heavily on the branches.  Different from the elegance of silver osmanthus, golden osmanthus flower, as its name suggests, blooms with golden light, extremely luxurious, and also has a strong fragrance, which can be smelled hundreds of steps away.

    Mengdie came all the way in search of incense, and seeing this piece of golden osmanthus, she couldn't help being overjoyed.

    Just now Ling Zimo said to take her to the ancestral temple to worship the queen and concubine Yu, who knows, before the two of them entered the ancestral temple to offer incense, Ling Zimo suddenly turned cold and asked her to go out and wait, saying that he wanted to be alone  Be quiet.  Although counting it was only two face-to-face meetings, Meng Die was already familiar with the moody behavior of King Yu, she didn't say a word, turned around and left the ancestral temple, and wandered around the imperial garden alone.

    At this time, Mengdie took a closer look at the golden osmanthus, but saw that the flowers were exquisite, rich in color, fragrant, sweet and thick like honey, and knew that this was the rare and best osmanthus.  Look under the osmanthus tree again, there is a layer of golden falling flowers rustlingly.  Mengdie took out a piece of silkPa, carefully collected the fallen sweet-scented osmanthus, and carefully picked out the dead branches and weeds. After working for a while, I picked up a bag the size of a fist.

    The autumn wind is cool, but when the sun rises, it is still warm.  Mengdie sat and leaned against the tall osmanthus tree, holding the bag of fallen flowers in her arms, squinting slightly, feeling that she was about to melt into the boundless fragrance of flowers.

    Just as he was intoxicated, he suddenly heard a voice as clear as a broken jade: "Miss, you will catch a cold like this."

    She opened her eyes and saw a man in a bright yellow robe beside her, looking at her with a smile.  The man said again: "Although the sun is warm now, it's easy to catch cold when taking a nap under the shade of a tree!" He was about twenty-four or five years old, his face was like a crown of jade, his sword-like eyebrows slanted, and his pair of sparkling peach eyes were three points similar to that of an emperor.  Mengdie immediately understood who the person in front of him was.

    She got up from the ground hastily, not caring about arranging her dress, she bowed first and said, "See Your Highness the Crown Prince."

    Ling Ziran let out an "oh" and wondered, "You know I'm the crown prince? Why haven't I seen you before?"

    Mengdie laughed and said, "Apart from the emperor and prince, who else in the palace would dare to wear yellow robes?"

    Ling Ziran looked at his clothes and said with a smile: "It seems that this clothes will betray people!"

    Hearing what he said, Mengdie couldn't help but look up at him and smile.

    Seeing Mengdie suddenly raised his head and smiled, Ling Ziran was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his hand involuntarily.

    Seeing him stretching out his hand suddenly, Mengdie was startled and couldn't help but back away.

    Just listen to Ling Ziran's warm voice: "Don't move!" Before Mengdie retreated, he took a step forward, stretched out his fingers and flicked her hair lightly, and a few golden osmanthus flowers floated down, bringing a burst of fragrance.  Only then did Mengdie realize that he just wanted to stroke the fallen flowers in her hair.

    The two stood close, and Ling Ziran felt the fragrance coming out of his nostrils, like cinnamon, and like the fragrance of a virgin on a woman, and he couldn't help but be moved.

    Mengdie smelled a faint ambergris in the cinnamon, felt a burst of embarrassment, and finally took a step back.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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