Occasionally, late at night, I would pass by the hall in Yongxiang. I wanted to go in a few times, but dialed back again. The red candles were swaying inside, and the people outside were imagining the scene inside with the breeze. How wonderful it was. It was just a one-time encounter, but it firmly trapped the emperor's heart. Maybe it was just curiosity. He always heard Luoying's complaints outside: Miss, it's the second watch, so go to sleep. Miss, if you lose weight, you won't be able to hold a few taels of meat. Miss, if you keep staying up late reading, you will go blind sooner or later...
At this time, Long Sheng imagined the person who was being complained about. What kind of expression did she look like now?
Once, he went in.
Late at night, through the window paper, I saw two figures swaying in the red candle. At one glance, he could tell which one was her?
Another time, he also went in. Qingyun set up a swing on the big tree in front of the gate of Yongxiang. It was made of recycled wooden boards. It was clumsy, but it carried her cutely, as if everything in the palace had nothing to do with her. At that moment, Long Sheng held his breath and did not dare to disturb. Is it true that in a monarch's life, such a woman must appear in his life? She can be nothing, or she can be everything.
