Chapter 25 The little slave loves pomegranate flowers alone

When Bi Lingyuan left the side hall, it was already ugly. The eunuchs and nannies in the palace were waiting in the yard in a regular manner.

He turned the ring on his finger, and it seemed that the fragrance of pomegranate flowers on Xiaogongnu still remained. Chen Hai prepared a charcoal brazier and was about to send it to him.

Bi Lingyuan stopped him and pointed at the nanny casually: Tell them to go in, prepare charcoal, fire, food, clothing, hot water every day, and serve them carefully.

The nannies bowed and hurried into the side hall, fearing that the emperor would ask them to sweep the snow on a whim

Bi Lingyuan breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to leave, he remembered the matter of Yuzi Soup, so he called Wu Yong: Go to the Ganqing Palace and ask Wen Mo to prepare Yuzi Soup

Yes, Wu Yong responded and wanted to hold an umbrella for the emperor

But Bi Lingyuan stood still motionless. He remembered the grievance of Xiaogongnu crying and saying that he was afraid of suffering. He was so happy after suffering so much, so why was he afraid of suffering alone?

Seeing that the emperor refused to leave, Wu Yong called out carefully again

Bi Lingyuan looked at the nannies in the side hall busy in and out, burned hot water to bathe and change clothes, looked at the dark night sky, and suddenly turned back to the side hall.

Wu Yong looked at the emperor's door closed in a daze. He thought for a long time, but had to hold up his umbrella and go to Ganqing Palace to find Miss Wenmo.

Hanrui was not used to serving people who were not close to each other, so she asked the nannies to boil water. When Bi Lingyuan returned to the hall, she was sitting by the bed, lowering her head, and her slender fingers turned on the red and swollen tender flesh between her legs, and sent the ointment on her fingers in.

She bit her lip and hummed twice unbearably

So it's swollen like this?

Bi Lingyuan no longer slightly and pretended to cough twice. Han Rui looked up and saw that the emperor had not left yet. She hurriedly wanted to get up to salute, but when she was together, her legs and waist were sore and almost fell down.

Clumsy!

Bi Lingyuan complained, clenched his hand that was almost stretched out, walked to the bed and sat down, and pulled her to her legs again

Just looked at her carefully in the candlelight. Under her wide nightgown, there were marks on her jade-like skin. Bi Lingyuan took the small porcelain jar next to her and came to her nose to smell it. The rich smell of medicine was mixed with the sweet pomegranate flower fragrance, which didn't smell that uncomfortable.

What's this?

The swelling cream prepared by Xiaonu himself... Hanrui whispered quietly and didn't dare to look at his eyes

Do you like pomegranate flowers so much?

Even the pomegranate flower scented cream was deliberately applied to the pussy. The dragon roots galloped freely inside, and the melted scent flowed out with the vaginal fluid. It was extremely fragrant and gorgeous.

Speaking of pomegranate flowers, Han Rui seemed to be interested. She raised her eyes slightly and smiled: Last year, a lot of pomegranate flowers bloomed in the yard. The little slave saved them and dried them and grinded them. The pomegranate flowers were bright red, and they fell into mud in the soil, which was a pity...

Pomegranate flowers mean wealth and wealth, many children and many blessings

But she has nothing

Bi Lingyuan lowered his eyes. There was a brazier in the hall. He still felt a little cold and couldn't help but hug the little palace slave in his arms tighter: The pomegranate flowers are not good, please change to someone else's favorites.

When Hanrui smiled, she would have a shallow dimples, as if it was filled with honey. She said with a smile: Wealthy house is full of wealth, many children and blessings, why is the pomegranate flower not good?

This little girl seemed to be able to see through his thoughts at a glance, and Bi Lingyuan didn't hide it. The only thing he could give to this little palace slave was to protect her and keep food and clothing safe.

There is no wealth or a lot of children. Even this pomegranate flower will laugh at you!

She knows she has nothing, but isn't it because of hope for a person to live

Hanrui is neither anxious nor angry. The emperor is different from her. He has everything, so he naturally doesn't understand.

Wen Mo still hadn't stopped in the Ganqing Palace. Although she was not on duty today, she cooked the soup early, and she was sitting straight on her back.

After a while, just when she thought she was going to freeze into a piece of ice, Wu Yong's familiar figure finally appeared.

Wen Mo hurriedly got up, but no trace of the emperor was seen.

Miss Wenmo? Wu Yong ran forward and was surprised. It’s not your vigil tonight!

Wen Mo smiled gently, took off the simmered medicine jar from the stove in the ear room, and said to Wu Yong without looking back: I slept lightly at night, and the emperor is now intriguing, how could he let that little girl go easily

Wu Yong nodded repeatedly: You still know the emperor, Miss Wenmo

Wen Mo coldly curled the corners of his mouth, took the food box, put the soup in it, turned around and handed it to Wu Yong

Wu Yong took it, but was not in a hurry to leave, scratched the back of his head, and laughed: Miss Wenmo, does it have any candy?

The emperor doesn’t feel sorry, but you feel sorry?

Oh, Wu Yong said, "Where is the turn of our servants to feel sorry for being a servant. The emperor coaxed her and said he would give her pomegranate candy."

Wen Mo's whole body was cold, afraid that Wu Yong would see something, so he turned around and took some sweets and stuffed them to Wu Yong, smiling dryly: Go quickly, don't be wronged that little girl