Xiang Ning had already retreated. Ye Ling sat on the stepping bed with mahogany carved gourd patterns. She lowered the curtain halfway, and a bright light shining from the octagonal lampshade at the head of the bed made her face look tender and white.

Hearing the footsteps, Ye Ling looked up and saw that it was Song Yuanbao. The handkerchief in her hand tightened, "Honey..."

Song Yuanbao walked to her and sat down, "Today, I walked with my feet when I went up and down the mountain. Are the baby tired?"

Ye Ling shook her head shyly, "I just took a bath and I feel much more comfortable."

Song Yuanbao asked her, "Do you feel any more uncomfortable? I'll give you a massage."

Although they had been married for more than two months, the two had not been intimate yet. Ye Ling was so embarrassed that she still shook her head, "I haven't exercised for a long time, so I feel very good when I go out."

Song Yuanbao saw that she was nervous and chuckled, "Don't be afraid, it'll be fine after tonight."

It would be fine if he didn't say it. As soon as he said it, Ye Ling's face turned red as if he was about to drip from blood. He didn't even dare to lift his head. Just as he was about to say something, he was hugged.

At first, Ye Ling struggled slightly, and soon softened, and half of her body snuggled in his arms.

Song Yuanbao hugged her with one hand and gently rubbed her hair with the other hand, "I didn't expect that I would marry you in the house, but Hua Zhuye has been in such a long time. Baby, I'm very bad for the past two months."

He had a slight complaint in his tone.

Ye Ling heard it, raised her eyes and met Song Yuanbao's gaze, and said with a red face: "I know, I had to force myself in the first two months, and now the national mourning has passed..."

As he said this, he gradually disappeared.

Seeing her like this, Song Yuanbao looked like the two rabbits huddled in the cage when he came in, and he suddenly burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Ye Ling was a little embarrassed.

Song Yuanbao's lips were still pampered, "I laugh, the painting you painted for me is amazing. Next time I have time, let's draw another one, not to go to the flowers, go to the lake, or to other places, you can paint it well, save it for my son to show it."

"You're talking nonsense again!" Ye Ling stared at him, and his angry look made Song Yuanbao feel heart melt. He reluctantly let go of the person, "You sit for a while, I'll go take a shower."

After saying that, he got up and left.

Xiang Ning was waiting outside. When she saw her son-in-law going to take a shower, there was a servant serving her. She sneaked into the house and saw Ye Ling bent down by the closet for a new quilt.

"Girl." Xiang Ning called quietly.

Ye Ling was shocked and looked back at her, "Why are you here?"

Xiang Ning smiled and stretched out her hand behind her. In one hand, she held a red candle as thick as an arm, with auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes.

Ye Ling was stunned, "What are you doing?"

Xiang Ning raised her eyebrows, "Of course, it's just burning red candles for the son-in-law and the girl!"

While saying that, he walked to the incense table and placed the red candle, opened the fire note and lit it, and said, "Mrs. I've been asking me all the time. I'll finally have a head start when I go back tomorrow."

Ye Ling held the new quilt, and his hands were inconvenient, so he could only snatch her with his eyes, "How could you dowry girls like you who ran to your parents' house every few days? Next time, you are not allowed to go back casually without my permission. Otherwise, I will arrange for you to go to the outer courtyard to do the rough work of cleaning with your mother in charge, and you don't have to serve me."

"Oh girl~" Xiang Ning immediately became pitiful, "Madam, you are just a daughter. She wants to know how you are doing in the Song family every day. Of course I have to go back. Anyway, my wife won't say anything."

"That's because my mother is so good-sex. If the old lady catches her one day, do you see if she can forgive you?"

When Ye Ling mentioned Mrs. Song, Xiang Ning immediately became depressed. After a while, she said: "Don't be angry, girl, I won't go back. Oh? Didn't the lady arrange someone to come to the room to get Yuanpa tonight? Why haven't anyone seen yet?"

"When I was having meals in my mother's yard, she saw that I was nervous and said she would not arrange someone to come." As she said that, she was embarrassed, "My husband is coming soon, please go out quickly and keep in mind my affairs."

Xiang Ning covered her lips and smiled, and reminded Ye Ling, "Miss, this red candle will be burned until dawn. You must not put it out by yourself tonight, otherwise it will be unlucky."

Ye Ling said, knowing and drove the little girl out.

After returning from the shower, Song Yuanbao was only wearing a beige silk bedclothes, and his hair had been tucked by the servant. At this moment, he was loosely placed on his shoulders. He was already handsome and elegant, and now he dressed up like this, and his every move was even more seductive.

Ye Ling blushed and her heart beat. She didn't know what to say, so she pointed to the red candle on the Xiang table, "The girl Xiang Ning came in and put it in, saying that she would be lit tonight."

"This girl is very thoughtful. I will give her a red envelope tomorrow." Song Yuanbao raised his eyebrows, thought of something, and changed his words, "Oh no, tomorrow morning, all the servants in this courtyard will have to give it a good reward."

Ye Ling turned around and spread the quilt, her little face turned red, "It's late at night, my husband, let's take a break soon!"

...

This night, the dragon and phoenix were not only happy to burn candles, but also the Yikun Palace in the imperial city.

Knowing that Your Majesty is going to stay in Yikun Palace tonight, the Sanbao father-in-law asked the eunuch to send a pair of candles early.

When Dong Han saw it, he understood that she, who had always been calm, blushed with a rare look.

The concubines in the palace were much more troublesome than the flower nights in the house, especially this was the wedding night of the emperor and empress. The ritual was very ritual. Before the sky was dark, the palace people began to prepare. In the spacious and gorgeous bathhouse, there was a fragrant soup specially made by the female official for the queen. He knew that His Majesty did not like the too strong fragrance, and the petals were not sprinkled a lot. The hair wash and smear for the queen and the smear for the whole body were all extremely light and delicate and moist.

The two who served Dong Han's bathing were Nianchun and Xiudong.

The two of them were originally the imperial magistrates left by the Queen to Zhao Xi, but Zhao Xi didn't like there were so many maids around him, so they gave them to Dong Han, leaving only Aunt Jingzhe, a female official.

Dong Han had heard of Nian Chun and Xiu Dong, who used to be the female servants of the Eastern Palace, but later followed the Queen of First. After the Queen of First, he returned, and now he is the big palace maid here.

The palace was very strict, and Dong Han knew that if these two men had successfully served the bed, they should have a title now, but after going around in circles, they came back to serve the queen, which showed that they had never served the bed.

But even so, Dong Han still had to ask something. She leaned against the Baiyu Pool and looked at the two of them, "Do you two know what rules do you have to sleep in your Majesty?"

Dong Han has been touched by other open preferences and taboos for two months after entering the palace. The only thing he doesn't know now is whether Zhao Xi will have any special rules when he sleeps. If so, she must avoid them as soon as possible, otherwise he would be disliked the night before, and he would not be able to regain this impression in the future.

Nianchun and Xiudong looked at each other, as if they were worried, and neither of them said anything.

Dong Han saw it and asked with a smile: "Is there anything I can't know?"

Nian Chun hesitated and said, "It's not that I'm not willing to say it, it's really..."

Before she finished speaking, Xiu Dong answered, "Just say it, I'll be there anyway. I'll be there to bed later. I'll know sooner or later."

Her tone forced Dong Han to take it seriously, "Tell me!"

"Your Majesty is rigorous and upright during the day, but he is not at all restless when he sleeps. Not only can he kick the quilt, but he also arches the pillow. The next morning, his hair was messy. In the past, Sister Wan Qiu was vigilant in his room, and it took a long time to take care of his hair every morning."

Dong Han listened, and wanted to laugh or not.

She really couldn't imagine that such a person as His Majesty who pursues perfection in everything and is strict with himself would be like this at night.

"Yes!" Nian Chun sighed, "Because of this, when Your Majesty was still in Yutang Palace, he never let him go in and watch the night. Until Young Master Song entered the palace to study, he somehow told His Majesty to let Sister Wan Qiu go in. We also learned from Sister Wan Qiu. As for what His Majesty's hair is like, I have never seen him."

Dong Han nodded, "Okay, I understand."

...

When it was completely dark, Zhao Xi put down the red pen and raised his head from the desk in the imperial study room, returned to the palace for dinner, took a bath, and then drove to Yikun Palace.

Dong Han asked someone to prepare a small stove, and the wine was warmed up on it.

As soon as Zhao Xi came in, he smelled the scent of the wine in the hall, which was exactly the Luofuchun he liked.

Dong Han bent his knees and was about to salute him. Zhao Xi gave up and his eyes fell on the small stove, "Is it still drinking so late?"

"It's autumn." Dong Han said: "It's cold in the morning and evening. I'm thinking, Your Majesty sat in the imperial study for a day, and it's better to drink some warm wine to warm your body."

As he said that, he sold a spoonful of wine into the wine cup with his hands and presented it to Zhao Xi, "Your Majesty."

Generally speaking, Zhao Xi would not drink like this at night, but for some reason, he suddenly became interested. He took it, took a sip, tasted it carefully, and said, "It's warm and mellow when you enter the throat, and the aftertaste is sweet, and the taste is good."

Dong Han also drank a glass, and soon asked Xiu Dong and the others to come in and remove the wine pot and the small stove, explaining: "This wine has the potential, Your Majesty should not drink too much, one cup is enough to warm up."

Zhao Xi was always restrained and naturally would not be greedy for the cup. He looked at the leak on Duobao Pavilion, "It's not too early, it's time to sleep."

Dong Han knew that Zhao Xi had a strong sense of time. He started on time every day and went to bed on time. If there were no special circumstances, he would basically follow this rule.

She nodded, "I am wearing a broad suit for Your Majesty."
Chapter completed!