The moonlight leaking from the palace wall shattered into silver foil on the gold bricks of Jiaofang Hall. Bai Ziqiu's fingertips holding the golden round fan trembled slightly. At the Queen's birthday banquet three days ago, when Mu Wanqing accepted her gift, the heat in Feng's eyes almost burned her - instead of her mother's gaze, it was clearly the same as hers, unconcealable greed.
Half a month ago, Mu Wanqing had clutched the broken glass lamp in half and sneered at her confidant, "Let's find out what Qiu'er likes?" When it was learned that Bai Ziqiu preferred Persian spices from Xingong in the West Market, a whole box of ambergris cakes was quietly piled up in the secret room of Fengyi Hall. It was said that she liked to watch the hazy scenery of mist and rain, and seven more rain-listening pavilions were built in the Imperial Garden overnight.
"Empress! The Empress is ill, and I want to see you by name!" Before the maid finished speaking, Bai Ziqiu had already torn off the string of coral beads on her wrist. She rushed into the Fengyi Hall with the blush on the ground, only to see Mu Wanqing leaning on the red sandalwood couch, her pale face covered with hazy beauty in the crocodile gauze curtain.
"The Queen is sick? What are you doing with me? I don't know how to treat illnesses." Bai Ziqiu tried to stay calm, but couldn't hide the concern in his eyes.
Mu Wanqing dismissed the concubine, with a sly and successful smile hidden in her sick smile: "I heard it's lovesickness?" She suddenly grabbed the other person's wrist and pulled him into her arms, "Only the antidote like Sister Qiu'er can save me. "The arms stretched out from under the brocade quilt wrapped around her waist, and the fragrance of dipterocarps mixed with the smell of bitter medicine filled the tip of her nose, "Sister, do you know that these days, I have people collecting rare treasures, all just to make you smile?"
Bai Ziqiu looked at the Persian spices exposed in the secret compartment of the bed and the dense cinnabar handwriting of his name on the wall, and finally chuckled. She took the initiative to lean forward and kiss the pale lips, and tasted a hint of blood on her tongue: "It turns out that the Queen's lovesickness and my concubine's terminal illness are actually the same symptom."
Intention: Love what I love