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Chapter 205: Pulling the hook and hanging

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After about a moment of hard work, when Lu Hanrui kept laughing, Bi Lingyuan finally couldn't hold back. He burst out laughing twice, and also laughed, reaching out to grab the snacks in her hand: Don't eat it anymore, your teeth will be broken

It seemed that all the unhappiness just now disappeared. In the past, he didn't pay much attention to the harem. No matter how disturbed it was, there was the empress dowager in charge. No matter how arrogant the queen was, she was still restrained by Concubine Sun and Concubine Ning.

But now it's different...

He hugged Lu Hanrui in his arms, smelling the faint fragrance on her body and the warm light in the sunlight, and sighed gently and satisfiedly. He felt the feeling of home as soon as he felt the feeling of home, he could hear, smell, and hold it firmly

Later, I had a meal together and went to the garden for a few more times. It was getting deeper at night, and Lu Hanrui muttered that it was time to go back to the other yard.

Bi Lingyuan didn't say anything, but pulled her back to the bedroom of Changming Palace. Qin Rou was recovering from her injuries. The nanny who came to serve this time was all good-looking, but she was quick-witted and didn't talk or look at her.

After changing his bed clothes, Lu Hanrui sat by the bed with a little uneasy. When he saw him coming, he hurriedly said: I'd better go back to the other yard first, it's not a few days before the Spring Festival...

After the enthronement and return to the harem, it was justified... Somehow, the closer the days were, I felt a little nervous. It was not a big deal to be granted a concubine.

Even if you are granted a concubine, a concubine, an imperial concubine, you are just a concubine after all

She did not covet the position of queen, but felt that the life of a woman was perfect only if she could find someone to stay together for a lifetime.

Instead of being a concubine, share a man with countless women

The previous sex with Bi Lingyuan was the same thing. When I really wanted to be enthroned, my heart felt a different feeling, sour and bitter

At this moment, she was a little worried about staying in Changming Palace. This hall was specially designed for the emperor and the empress. If the concubines had to spend the night, they had to go to the side hall.

Bi Lingyuan went to bed, gently pressed her down to the side, and smiled and said: Why are you getting more and more nagging? Let's go to bed...

How could I sleep?

She was bored for a while and looked at him: You treat me like this, when you return to the palace, everyone will treat me as a target.

Bi Lingyuan opened his eyes slightly and said lazyly: Not that, I told you... Do you know Concubine Ning?

Lu Hanrui thought about it and vaguely remembered that she was gentle, gentle, dignified and kind. When she mentioned Concubine Ning in the palace, she would inevitably involve Concubine Sun.

Concubine Ning's father was originally a subordinate of Sun Yachen. He was exiled for corruption and dereliction of duty and died of injury on the way. Concubine Ning served the Empress Dowager before he was enthroned. Later, he entered the harem, but it was through Concubine Sun that he took advantage of Concubine Sun to take power. You said that you should work with the Empress and Concubine Sun to assist in the harem. Even if Ning's family has collapsed, who else dares to bully her?

Lu Hanrui nodded, deliberately joking, pretending to be jealous: What the emperor meant is to ask me to find Concubine Sun as a backer?

Bi Lingyuan laughed twice, held her hand and put it on his heart and patted: Your biggest backer is here, why bother to look for a concubine from a distance?

Lu Hanrui thought about it, suddenly smiled and stretched out her little finger, hooked him, shook it a few times, and said: Pull the hook and hang it, you can't change for a hundred years

After reading it carefully, your thumbs pressed together heavily, and it was solemnly as if it was true. If it didn't change, it would never change.