Feng Couch Luan Luan

One night the spring tide brought rain and came late, almost killing him. The next day Xia Yunze lay down decisively, so tired that he couldn't even lift a finger.

Satisfied and refreshed, Xiao Mingxuan dressed up early in the morning and went to watch his brother's spirit. As for his brother's widow, let him stop the mouth of the Ministry of Rites with the excuse of "excessive grief and bedridden".

The farewell of all the officials is a matter of the previous court, and it doesn't matter if the Empress Dowager Xia is a "woman" in the harem.

Xia Yunze slept until noon before getting up grinning, his back was sore, his legs were weak, his butt hurt, and he gasped hissingly when he moved.

He finally realized the pain of his ex-husband, and admired the iron will under his delicate appearance.

If you can bear all of this, why worry about failing in your great career?

... Really, it's cool to have sex for a while, and it hurts to finish the chrysanthemum.

Fasting is required during the national mourning period, meat and meat are not allowed on the table, and even milk lumps have to be eaten secretly, but with his current trembling appearance, he would not be able to eat a roast leg of lamb.

Xia Yunze leaned half of his body on the side of the table, and after he had lost his appetite, he picked up half a bowl of vegetarian porridge, then lay back on the couch, rubbed his back and sighed.

Fortunately, Xiao Mingxuan was still human, so he helped him take a bath at dawn, so that the newly widowed little sister-in-law would not return to the bedroom smelling of chestnut flowers.

Otherwise, it would be worthy of being recorded in history.

Xia Yunze scolded the little bastard inwardly, turned over and lay down on his stomach, and began to think about what happened next.

Once Xiao Mingyue died, his daughter-in-law would automatically be promoted to Empress Dowager, so there was no need for canonization, so after the emperor's younger brother ascended the throne, he should pack up and move to the palace.

The Empress Dowager's residence is located in Yonghui Palace in the south, and if there is no accident, he will move there after he upgrades.

The two palaces of Changchun and Fengyi where I live now will be vacated to welcome the new emperor and empress.

Of course, his ultimate goal is to move out of the palace and go to the vast world outside to fulfill his ambitions.

Without further ado, although he is recuperating from his injuries, he doesn't need to pack his luggage, just talk about it.

Xia Yunze picked up the little abacus, called Caiwei to come in, and told her to arrange for the palace servants to pack things when she had the time, so as not to be in a hurry when it came time to move.

Unexpectedly, the always bright lady-in-waiting showed a puzzled expression, and replied: "Prince Duan has ordered that the master doesn't need to move, just stay here."

Xia Yunze was stunned, and scratched his head, wondering what kind of medicine Xiao Mingxuan was selling in the gourd.

Although that kid spared no effort to practice the tradition of brother-in-law and uncle-in-law, but there is no reason to place the widowed wife in the middle palace, right?

Besides, if others don't know, Xiao Mingxuan still doesn't know?How can he recruit beauties if he leaves a man in the harem?Are you not afraid of green hats flying around?

Thinking of his younger uncle succeeding to the throne, wondering whether he would enshrine the sixth palace or learn from his father to guard the two palaces until he grows old, Xia Yunze felt very tight in his chest, so he could only deliberately not think about these things, and flew out of the palace to wander around The thoughts of the world give yourself peace of mind.

If he could open gyms all over the country, then his trip would not be in vain.

"I finally became the empress dowager, do I want to be downgraded to be a noble concubine?" He was all excited, and the oral habit he had just developed brought out again, "Prepare the sedan chair, Ai's family is going to the mourning hall."

The queen mother has a much higher degree of freedom than the noble concubine. Look at the first queen mother who lived in Yonghui Palace as a widow and dared to hug Kang Wang for three years. Didn't the real son swallow this boring loss, and even let the two cubs grow up to grow up again? Get into a catastrophe?

In short, the husband who died is a good husband, and when he becomes the queen mother, he has no worries.

Even if he likes Xiao Mingxuan, he is not willing to wear a skirt and spend his whole life pretending to be a woman in the harem.

Facts have proved that his brother-in-law had this idea, Xiao Mingxuan came back before the sedan chair was ready, and said with a frown: "Little sister-in-law rests at ease, just wait for the empress dowager, I will arrange Guangzhi's funeral, you don't have to worry about it." Take care."

seal up!back!

Nightmares come true!

Xia Yunze didn't lift it up in one breath, rolled his eyes, and fell limply backwards.

Caiwei got close, stretched out her hand to support him, let him lie down slowly, and sighed: "Master, this is overworked."

"Yeah." Xiao Mingxuan's devilish voice rang in his ears, "It's too much to fuck."

The poor Empress Dowager Xia was furious and fainted neatly.

It was late at night when he woke up again, his stomach was rumbling, and he woke up from hunger.

Xiao Mingxuan was sleeping next to him, with one arm across his waist, full of possessiveness, without opening his eyes, he snorted, "Are you hungry?"

His stomach growls enough to wake up people in a radius of ten miles, right?

Xia Yunze propped himself up, desperately hungry, kicked him, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Xiao Mingxuan opened his eyes with a grunt, circled him lazily, and said with a smile, "Of course I'm here to feed you."

Grass!

Xia Yunze was furious and struggled to get out of bed, Xiao Mingxuan stopped him back, put on his clothes and went to the ground, and brought in a food box from the outside.

When he opened it, he saw the fragrant milk cake and the cooked soft jerky. Considering that he was not feeling well, he didn't even sprinkle pepper on the jerky.

During the filial piety period, the little widow steals meat in the middle of the night, awesome!

Xia Yunze's saliva dripped, his chopsticks dropped like the wind, he threw away his cheeks and ate and munched, stuffed his belly into a round shape, poured another cup of barley tea to relieve the greasy, then stroked his stomach, and sighed contentedly, seeing that his uncle was much more pleasing to the eye.

Satisfied and drunk can make one instantly become a Buddha, he gave Xiao Mingxuan a sideways look, and asked, "Seriously, are you really going to make me your empress?"

Xiao Mingxuan nodded, seeing his uncertain expression, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Are you unhappy?"

Xia Yunze's face was distorted, he didn't know how to express the emotion of "although my heart is secretly happy, but reason makes me refuse to accept it", the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he had a stroke.

Previously, they were busy dealing with all kinds of wars and turmoil. When it seemed that the situation was calm and they could stay together, they realized that there were still many differences between them that needed to sit together and talk about it.

It is better to hit the sun than to choose a date. Since the long night is long and unintentional, it is better to do something more meaningful.

Xia Yunze put two pillows behind his waist, held a teacup in his hand, and put on the posture of a veteran cadre in a meeting, saying, "I'm glad you have this kind of intention, but you can't rush this matter, you have to figure it out slowly..."

Xiao Mingxuan listened impatiently to his ramblings, and interrupted: "Just say whether you want it or not?"

Xia Yunze stared, and quickly replied: "I don't want to."

Xiao Mingxuan didn't expect to be rejected, and a fire rushed to his head, and asked in a deep voice, "Why?"

"I'm a man." He replied concisely, "Is the emperor's relatives, civil and military officials, will you agree to make a male queen?"

Xiao Mingxuan looked at the embroidered silk robe on him, and sneered: "Didn't you pretend to be a girl for 17 years?"

Xia Yunze wanted to cry but had no tears, and wailed, "I don't want to pretend for 70 years!"

Besides, how long can a relationship based on deceiving the world and stealing the world's name last?

If you live with a mask every day, how can you fall in love without distractions?

Xia Yunze's mental age is at least a few years older, knowing that this matter cannot be acted on the spur of the moment, and Xiao Mingxuan's affectionate kindness is true, so I can't even deceive him.

"Brother!" He pressed Xiao Mingxuan's shoulder, and threw out a famous saying earnestly: "You can fool everyone for a while, and you can fool some people all the time, but you cannot fool everyone all the time."

It's because the deceit is always exposed. Since Xiao Mingxuan wants to take that position, he must understand what he needs to bear.

It is the world, it is justice, it is the well-being of the people, and it is the country of thousands of miles.

He couldn't help being willful anymore.

Xiao Mingxuan seemed to understand, but he understood that his sister-in-law was unwilling to give in, and he was furious in his heart, and asked, "You have no affection for me?"

Xia Yunze said sadly, "Yes."

"Then why..." He stood up suddenly, and was about to lift him up to control the water in his head, when he heard Chen Yu shouting anxiously from outside: "Master, something happened in the mourning hall!"

Xiao Mingxuan didn't care about arguing with him, so he rushed to the door and asked, "What's going on?"

"The late emperor's body... was stolen!"

"What?" Xia Yunze screamed, regardless of his physical discomfort, wrapped himself in a cloak and ran out, followed Xiao Mingxuan to the mourning hall to investigate.

The guards on the previous shift were all knocked out, and there was no danger of their lives. The coffin was empty, and Xiao Mingyue's "corpse" was gone!

The two looked at each other, and tacitly guessed the same name that made people gnash their teeth.

A creature like an ex-boyfriend is really not a fuel-efficient lamp!

"Don't send someone to chase after him!" Xia Yunze was sweating anxiously. It would be scary enough to lose the corpse, and he was even more afraid that Hu Yanlin would go crazy and do something treacherous to the corpse.

Forget about treasonous things, if he can't think of soaking Xiao Mingyue in antiseptic, then even a god will be hard to save!

Hearing the news that Xiao Mingyue was critically ill, he rushed over without stopping, but he didn't expect that a few horses ran to death, and what awaited him was the end of separation between heaven and man.

Mingyue seemed to be asleep, but there was no breathing at the end of her nose, she would never cry to him again, and she would never smile at him again.

Huyan Lin wraps him up in a cloak in a precious and important way, holds the reins in his arms, puts on the horse, and gallops towards the city gate.

Under the support of Liang Guo's personal guards, he could easily sneak into the capital, and even go straight into the palace, steal the person he cares about most, and leave the capital before Qi Guo's guards find out.

It is so easy to take people away, but he is still empty-handed.

Without Mingyue, his world became dark again.

The joys, anger, sorrows and joys of his life, the cold and heat, and the cool and cold, all passed away with him.

Out of the city gate, Hu Yanlin reined in his horse and stopped for a moment, looked back at the majestic city gate in the night, lowered his head to look at the pale and cold man in his arms, raised his hand to caress his bloodless cheek, gently as if afraid of waking up The lover in the dream.

In vain, he tried to smooth out the bumpy life of his beloved, to gather the broken souls, and to soothe the helpless heart.

But all of this is too late.

Remorse and sorrow overwhelmed him, he tightened his embrace, whispering softly——

"Go to sleep, Mingyue."

"No one is forcing you anymore."

He lowered his head, pressed his forehead against his cold and smooth skin, and let out a heartbreaking, hoarse cry: "...my Mingyue..."