The mountain has trees, and the trees have branches. One two six drunk.

  Zhang Yan hummed and put down the wine jug in her hand, making a loud clinking sound. She smiled and said, "What's wrong, is Lord Han afraid that I've poisoned the food and drinks?"

  A drop of cold sweat trickled down Zhang Ji's forehead as he smiled awkwardly and said, "I don't dare to, I don't dare to."

  Zhang Yan changed into a white Zen robe and came out of the middle hall, instructing the attendants, "You help the emperor to come to my palace's bedroom."

  Chang Quan was taken aback and blurted out, "But Your Majesty, the Emperor has not been resting in the imperial bedchamber for many days now."

  Zhang Yan glanced at him with a hint of a smile and said, "Spare me the nonsense. Do you think I went to so much trouble to get him drunk for no reason?"

  Han Changdi was frightened and surprised, and lowered his head.

  All along, he thought the thirteen-year-old little queen was gentle and kind. Only now did he realize that her gentleness was all for the emperor. When she wanted to, she also had a majesty that made people dare not look straight at her.

  Your Majesty, please rest assured. He would cast sympathetic glances at his master, although Han Zhanggui was indeed loyal to Your Majesty without any reservations. However, the Empress is the Emperor's legitimate wife and also his own mistress. This mistress wants to lead her husband to her bed. Hmm, as the manager of the inner court, it seems he really can't intervene.

  After all the palace people had withdrawn, Zhang Yan carried a candle and walked to the front of the female historian who was kneeling in the western hall, writing with a brush. "Today I'll let you off for a day's rest," she said. "You can go back now."

  "But Your Majesty," Shen Dongshou raised his head, holding the brush between his fingers, and said with a mix of anger and amusement, "This is not in line with the rules."

  "Rules," Zhang Yan smiled sweetly and kindly, saying sincerely, "rules are dead, people are alive. If you're not happy, believe me, I'll replace her with a more obedient female historian tomorrow."

  Shen Dongshou fell silent for a moment.

  "Don't worry." Zhang Yan chuckled and raised her hand in oath, "I won't do anything today that would disrespect the esteemed Emperor and make things difficult for you later on."

  The young empress's eyes shone with a soft glow in the backlight of the candlelight.

  Shen Dongshou got up and bowed again, carrying his book and pen as he left.

  Finally, at this moment, in this vast Pepper Chamber Hall, only Zhang Yan and Liu Ying were left.

  She turned around and walked to the edge of the large bed, placing the candle she was holding on the long table in front of it. She bent down to call out, "Your Majesty?"

  Liu Ying grumbled and didn't respond to him.

  Perhaps it was because he had changed beds and wasn't used to it, or maybe he really had drunk too much plum wine. He slept restlessly, with a hint of red on his face from the wine, and a faint scent of alcohol, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

  She then slightly pitied him, reached out to smooth his brow. Then helped him undress and remove his hat. In the hope that he would sleep better at night. The dark-colored robe was stuck on his shoulder and back, because the physical strength of men and girls was too disparate, she tried her best but still failed. Instead, she startled Liu Ying while pushing and pulling.

  Liu Yingfei opened her eyes with effort, gazing at the girl in front of her. She had a head of cloud-like black hair, extremely long and soft, falling gently to both sides, carrying a faint fragrance. Because she was lowering her head, only the willow-leaf-like eyebrows could be seen, pale and sparse, like clear smoke. Under the long eyelashes, her eyes shone brightly like an apricot kernel. So beautiful.

  "A Yan?" He hesitated and called out.

  Zhang Yan stiffened for a moment, then lifted her head and smiled ingratiatingly, "I'll hold back."

  Who is Chi?

  He was dazed for a moment, then remembered that the name had been given to him by Zhang Liang, Marquis of Liu, and he had only just received it today. He lightly responded with a "yes", placing his chin on her soft shoulder, furrowing his brow and saying, "I have a terrible headache."

  Zhang Yan felt a slight sense of guilt. She reached out and patted his face, soothingly saying, "It's my fault. I won't force you to drink again next time. Come on, let me help you take off your robe, you'll sleep more comfortably that way."

  He lightly responded with a sound, coordinating to lift his hand, allowing her to take off his black robe and gently fall onto her waist.

  She casually threw her clothes on the distant coat rack, turned around and asked, "Hold on, I'll go get you a cup of water, maybe it will make you feel better." Before she finished speaking, suddenly the sky spun and the earth turned, but he exerted himself slightly, picked her up and put her on the bed, pressing down on her.

  Her soul flew away and she hastily called out, "Your Majesty?"

  No one responded to her.

  She was trapped between his two hands, her face buried in his chest, unable to move, and could only call out again, "Hold me?" with a hint of probing.

  The candle flame flickers gently outside the curtain in front of the bed, and silent tears fall. The pepper house is quiet and soundless.

  He slightly raised his voice, "Uncle?" At the same time, he strained to tilt his head back and look at where he was. But almost bumped into his chin.

  Zhang Yan quietly gazed at him.

  Liu Yingdi's face was extremely close, with a good-looking wheat-colored complexion. His eyes were lightly closed, and you could count every single eyelash and the dark shadows cast on his eyelids. His breathing was light and long.

  He has fallen asleep.

  On the vast bed, they lay side by side, their bodies close together, with hardly any gap. The air he breathed out from his mouth and nose gently swept across her face, as warm as the moonlight in early spring. Zhang Yan's neck strained to maintain a posture of leaning back, feeling that her delicate body was like a drawn bow, which should be very tired, but strangely, every inch of her skin felt relaxed. Extremely relaxed, as if walking on the cloud of dreams, soft and gentle, reluctant to wake up.

  She stretched out her hand, tracing Liu Ying's eyebrows and eyes across the empty space. She muttered in a low voice, "Teaching you, but you never wanted to get on my bed!"

  She didn't have high expectations for their current relationship. She just hoped that before she grew up, they could be close and natural with each other. However, in their daily interactions, Liu Ying always maintained a line as her uncle, avoiding her when he turned around, avoiding her when he slept, even when he changed his clothes, he would turn away, all to avoid seeing any inch of her skin.

  What exactly do you want to do?

  I naturally know that our road is still very long, and we can't be real husband and wife for the time being. But after all, we are already husband and wife, or so you think. I who have married you and become your queen, can I possibly escape this identity and go to another man's side?

  She suddenly curled her lips and smiled.

  If Liu Ying were awake now and saw their current situation, she would probably awkwardly avoid them.

  But I like it though.

  She smiled for a while. Suddenly, the sweet and bitter feelings reached their peak, brewing into a kind of bittersweetness that fermented in her heart. So, with all her might trying not to startle him, she lifted her feet and wanted to kiss his forehead gently.

  Her slightly cool lips touched his forehead for a moment. She trembled, then stopped firmly for an instant. As if the pilgrim had finally arrived at her holy land. They lay quietly on the bed, skin to skin, with no ambiguous tension that would trigger at any touch, but rather a warm and quiet flow in the clear night. At this moment, Zhang Yan would rather be old and never wake up for a while.

  But in the end, I still have to wake up.

  She gently pushed Liu Ying and called out, "Uncle. Uncle?" But he still didn't make a sound.

  She struggled to stretch out her hand, moved the arm behind her waist away, and crawled out from under him. She stood on the ground with bare feet, looking disheveled. "Ah" she softly cried out. Her head hurt, it was because when he carried her onto the bed earlier, a strand of black hair fell down and got pressed underneath his body.

  She frowned and stood in front of the bed, sighed, bent down, grabbed the hair ends, stared at his face with a hint of movement, and slowly pulled out the pressed hair.

  From start to finish. Liu Ying slept very soundly, frowning slightly, without any sign of waking up.

  The injection was the place where she felt the least nerve distribution, and from start to finish, she never felt any pain. There was just a little bit of emptiness.

  If possible, she actually wanted to sleep in his arms for a whole night, without needing to be intimate. As long as they could hear each other's breathing, that was enough.

  But she didn't dare.

  Their love is like a long-distance run. It requires steady progress, she wishes to rush to the finish line in one swift motion. But also fears exhausting herself midway, unable to persist until the end. So she dares only maintain an appropriate speed, running just a little bit each day.

  She turned around and walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

  Muhua was tidying up in the outer chamber, adding incense, and was about to retire to her room for some rest when she saw her and was startled, asking, "Your Ladyship, you haven't slept yet?"

  "Ah, I'll sleep." She smiled brightly and said, "You all go and prepare the emperor's bed for me."

  Her expression on her face was even more unusual, she had always thought that the empress today deliberately advised the emperor to drink his fill, it was precisely in order to make things perfect, so that the emperor could not help but recognize her. But as a maid, she did not dare to think too much, and thus knelt down and said, "Yes."

  After five months of marriage, in the few days when Liu Ying stayed overnight at the Zao Fang Dian, she slept on a separate bed from Zhang Yan, with a double-layered screen in between the bedroom, observing etiquette to the extreme.

  She blew out the lamp and slipped alone into the bed curtains, chuckling to herself in the darkness.

  Liu Ying, even if you don't remember the events of tonight, when you wake up tomorrow and find yourself sleeping on my bed, let's see how you'll still manage to put on that dignified face of yours.

  There's a feeling called breaking one's vows. Once the vow is broken, it's done, and no matter how hard you try to keep up appearances afterwards, you can't pretend it never happened.

  There is a kind of thing that once you get used to it, after the first time there will be a second and third time, eventually one day you will think it's normal and won't consider it as something strange.

  Early morning

  Liu Ying caught a whiff of faint fragrance in her daze.

  That fragrance seemed very familiar to him, it should be, it was Ah Yan's sweet and refreshing scent.

  Liu Ying suddenly felt a jolt and instantly came back to her senses.

  "Wait." Someone beside him called out with a smile.

  He opened his eyes to see Zhang Yan wearing a dark-colored, curved-hemmed dress, neatly dressed and kneeling in front of the couch calling him. Her eyebrows and eyes smiled and were relaxed, apparently having just washed up, still with a hint of moisture. Behind her was a low bun, fluffy and charming.

  He let out a breath of relief, closed his eyes, and slowly relaxed the tense muscles on the back of his neck. He asked, "A Yan, do you like this word of mine?"

  "Yes." Zhang Yan nodded.

  She married him, and he was no longer her uncle. The title of "uncle" could not be used again, constantly reminding him of the distance between them; while the name Liu Ying, in a sense, belonged to that past uncle of hers, she was also unwilling to call him Your Majesty every day.

  Only this word is purely Liu Xin's after rebirth.

  Liu Ying sighed and said, "Then go ahead and call out."

  As the Emperor of Great Han, no one could easily call him by his courtesy name, and even close family members, such as his mother, elder sister, would also call him by his given name. In fact, his courtesy name was somewhat useless.

  If one person shouts, it's also very good.

  And also...

  Very despicable passerby.

  Actually, originally, until I started writing, I didn't plan to write it like this. In the end, turning that drunken night into something like this, I am also innocent and innocent.

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