The next day.

When Song Wan woke up, it was bright and bright. Her thoughts returned and she saw that there was no one around her. Her pupils shrank suddenly and she quickly stood up.

When there was a noise, Qing He opened the door gently and walked in with a smile on his face, "Mother, are you awake?"

"What time is it now? Quickly, change my clothes." Song Wan hurriedly tidied herself up and walked to the dressing table, feeling extremely worried, "When did the emperor leave? I actually overslept."

Qing He smiled even wider, "The emperor left at the beginning of the morning, and asked the slaves not to wake up the empress and let the empress sleep a little longer."

Song Wan paused while combing her hair, her anxious expression slowly calmed down, and she felt a little happy in her heart, and sat down in front of the mirror.

Qing He held a wooden comb, stood behind her, and gently combed her hair, with a smile in his tone, "What I said is indeed true, the emperor loves the empress so much, he will definitely come to see the empress."

Song Wan thought of what Ji Huai said last night, and felt that she still had to behave and be punished. She should not get angry and let people talk behind his back. It would not be good if it spread to the emperor's ears. After this period, she could go to him.

Thinking about it, he turned his head and said to Qing He, "Hurry up and dress me up. I have to go to the Sacred Heart Church. I will be late."

Qinghe's movements did not change, he lowered his head, smiled widely and said, "There's no need to go, Madam."

Song Wan was puzzled and instinctively asked, "Why?"

"Because the emperor said before he left that it was the slaves who did not see the empress, so they have to take turns going to the Sacred Heart Church to be punished for the empress. If there is a next time, the punishment will be doubled." It was clearly their place to be punished, but Qing He was happy.

Very well, "Carambola went to take my place today."

They took turns, it was nothing, they couldn't bear any suffering.

Song Wan was slightly startled and didn't react for a long time.

She had a hint last night, but the emperor did not take the initiative to exempt her from punishment. This move really surprised her.

"Your Majesty loves your Majesty the most, so he can't bear to have her suffer so much." Qing He put on a jade hairpin with hollow carvings on her, and then said, "Your Majesty asked your slaves to apply medicine on your Majesty on time, and your Majesty must take good care of her.

body."

When the master is favored, the slaves will also be favored, both in public and private affairs. Qinghe hopes that his young lady will remain favored. Let's see who else in the harem looks down on their empress and the Jingyang Palace!

Song Wan looked at herself in the mirror, a faint smile appearing on her lips. Her pretending to be miserable last night must have worked.

My mother always said that she was quirky, thoughtful, and competitive. Now it seems that this is not a bad thing.

She wants to fight for the emperor's favor!

After breakfast, Qing He took the plaster left by Ji Huai and applied it carefully to Song Wan.

"hiss..."

Her strength was so strong that Song Wan frowned and his body trembled a little.

"Your Majesty, please bear with me. Your Majesty said that you need to use some strength so that the bruises will dissipate. I can see that it's much better than yesterday." Qinghe blew her gently, which could relieve some of the pain, and slowly

He added, "I heard that this is a tribute plaster. It is extremely precious and has excellent curative effects. The emperor specially brought it from the warehouse to give to the empress."

Song Wan remembered that last night, he also tried to wipe it vigorously, thinking that he was trying to teach her a lesson, or that he could not control the intensity, and it hurt so much that he almost cried, and he had to endure it.

Qing He rubbed it again, and Song Wan's body tensed up in pain, and his eyes flashed. When the other party was about to dip the plaster in, he stopped him, "No need to rub it, help me wash it off."

"Empress?" Qinghe was surprised.

"It hurts too much. I won't rub it." Song Wan spoke again.

"But, Your Majesty..."

Song Wan did not let her continue, "I will be fine if I take care of you for a few more days."

Qinghe had no choice but to let her do it.

Song Wan looked at the injury on his foot, then looked at the plaster next to it, and reached out to place it in a more conspicuous position.

During lunch, the emperor did not come, so she specially prepared his favorite pastries and several dishes.

During dinner, the emperor still came, and Song Wan sat alone at the dining table. When it was Haishi, the food was cold, so he ate a few bites in a hurry.

Qinghe looked at his mother-in-law, looking around, and she must have been disappointed in her heart. She brought the medicine and said, "My wife, drink the medicine first."

Song Wan didn't say anything, just took it and drank it in one gulp.

Then, she lay half-lying on the footstep, holding a storybook in her hand, and read the story of a poor scholar and a rich girl eloping, and they became a couple for the rest of their lives.

She had just finished taking a shower, she was wearing a thin gauze dress, her feet were exposed, her legs were slightly bent, she had a slim figure, and her fingers were like peeling onions when turning the pages of a book.

The casual and lazy look is a bit more charming, and the charm engraved in the bones makes people's hearts itch and feel numb.

When Ji Huai came in, he saw this scene, his Adam's apple rose up, his eyes fell directly on her, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Qing He followed him in, not daring to say anything, and looked at his wife even more anxiously.

Song Wan was fascinated by reading the book. They were just about to elope and die in love. I heard that this poor boy was handsome, but how could he be as handsome as her emperor?

She was in a position that was not comfortable for lying for a long time. She turned over slightly, and the gauze clothes on her body slipped a little, revealing one shoulder and exquisite collarbone.

The spring light on the chest is looming.

"Your Majesty." Qing He looked worried and couldn't help but remind her.

Song Wan was enjoying the reading and glanced over casually. When he saw the emperor at the door, he was startled for a moment. Then he quickly hid the script aside and quickly stood up and put on his shoes, "The emperor is here?"

Ji Huai also walked inside, "Why are you so fascinated? I'm curious."

Most of the folk tales were considered unworthy of publicity, so how could Song Wan dare to show them to him? He walked over, took his hand, and said softly, "It's not that I can't sleep while waiting for the emperor, I just want to use it to relieve boredom."

"Is your Majesty ready for dinner? Today I have prepared some of the cakes that the Emperor likes to eat. Would you like to use some of them, Your Majesty?"

After a few words, she changed the topic and pulled Ji Huai to sit on the couch.

"Then I'll give it a try."

"It's the emperor's favorite taro cake." She circled his hand, her tone was gentle, her beautiful eyes looked at him softly, and the corners of her mouth raised.

Ji Huai nodded.

When the taro cake was served, Song Wan stood up to pick it up. He frowned in pain because his feet moved too much.

A pair of eyebrows were tightened, and the whole face was wrinkled together.

"Empress." Qing He stretched out his hand to help her, but was intercepted by the emperor. Ji Huai put the cake aside and

"Do you still feel pain today?" Ji Huai helped her sit down and looked sideways at Qing He, "Have you applied medicine to your mother-in-law?"

Qing He looked embarrassed and his eyes were wandering. Song Wan raised his head and answered, "Apply it. The medicine given by the emperor is very good. It will definitely be cured in a few days."

Ji Huai looked at Qing He, the corners of his eyes narrowed into a sharp arc, and then turned to look at Song Wan, "Really?"

His voice was low and cold, and a dragon's power came over him. Qinghe knelt down with a "plop" and trembled, "It's a slave..."

"I can't bear the pain. When the emperor wiped my body last night, it didn't hurt that much. I changed it to Qinghe, and the pain was so painful that I couldn't bear it. I plan to wipe it myself before going to bed." Song Wan interrupted gently.

, then circled Ji Huai's hand and moved slightly closer to him, "How can I not use the plaster that the emperor gave me?"

"Everything given by the emperor is of the best quality."

She raised her head slightly, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her eyes seemed to be filled with water. She held him in her soft hands, and her fragrant body was close to him.

Song Wan had always satisfied him, otherwise he would not have failed to accept a concubine. She could satisfy him. It was a time when he was observing filial piety for the late emperor and was busy with government affairs, so he really did not want to cause trouble.

"You." Ji Huai bent his fingers, tapped her smooth and white forehead, and said to Qing He, "Go down."

"Yes." Qing He quickly stood up and left, closing the door.

There were only two people left in the room. Song Wan felt a little bolder and leaned against him, "I thought the emperor wouldn't come today. I've been waiting all day."

Ji Huai: "Not coming is normal. There is no need to wait for me in the future."

"I'm sleeping hard today. I feel guilty for not being able to serve the emperor. The emperor spared me from having to kneel down as punishment. I'm even more grateful. Of course I have to wait, but why don't I just wait for the emperor?" She said with some joy.

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"Where is the plaster?" Ji Huai asked.

"I'm hiding it." She smiled so much that she rolled her eyes and stood up to get it. Ji Huai interrupted, "You tell me, I'll just go get it."

Song Wan pointed to the location, and Ji Huai stood up to get it.

"Compared to yesterday, it's better. Don't be willful tomorrow." Ji Huai looked at it, removed the plaster and helped her apply it.

"Will the Emperor come tomorrow? I dare not be willful in front of the Emperor." If he was in a good mood, Song Wan would be bolder.

"Whether you come or not, you still need to take medicine." He replied, but the strength of his hand did not decrease.

Song Wan endured the pain, "But when I see the emperor, my injuries will feel better."

Hearing this, Ji Huai was rubbing it for her. The pain made her tense up, her eyes filled with moisture, but she didn't dare to retract her feet.

"You are a poor person." After he finished speaking, he added, "In my opinion, you can still kneel down. Tomorrow..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Wan felt anxious and covered his mouth with her slender hands, saying anxiously, "I can't..."

She could recall the numbness and pins-and-needles pain in her knees when she knelt for a long time.

Really can't.

Ji Huai pulled her hand down and laughed softly.

"Your Majesty clearly feels sorry for me, how can you take it back even though you feel so sorry for me? If you kneel again, whatever the Emperor has applied to me will be useless. Your Majesty has already applied it to me twice." Song Wan didn't want to go there again.
To be continued...