C8 Embroidery Sac

"What is that sound?" Duanmu Jue vaguely felt that someone was singing, but he couldn't hear it clearly. However, his gentle voice was lazy and made people interested.

"This old servant seems to have also heard someone singing!" Guan Mi held the lantern and stopped along with Duanmu Jue, but the singing gradually stopped as well. "It must have been sung by that ignorant Little Palace Maid!"

Duanmu Jue didn't stop because of the song. Instead, he walked towards the direction of the voice and was about to enter the Peach Blossom Forest. Guan Mi helped Duanmu Jue push aside the branches to prevent him from getting hurt. "Your Majesty, be careful!"

"Shh!" Duanmu Jue tilted his ear to listen, as if someone was really in the depth of the peach forest. He heard footsteps coming and going, and a pure voice, "Where did it go? Where did you go? " The song just now should have been sung by her. Duanmu Jue was a bit looking forward to see who the singer was.

"Don't follow me!" Duanmu Jue walked in alone, leaving all of the eunuchs behind.

Duanmu Jue looked through a few peach trees to see a petite figure. She was dressed in a blue robe that glowed under the moonlight. She was holding onto her dark blue dress, revealing her small feet. Her embroidered shoes looked like she wanted him to hold them in her hands for a closer look.

"Where did it go?" That person suddenly turned around, and with a refined and elegant face and a gentle gaze, he lightly frowned, and his pouting red lips were bitten by those sparkling white teeth. It made his heart itch, making him unable to shift his eyes away.

"Empress!" "Empress!" Qing Xue was still worried and came to find her. However, the timing was perfect. Murong Yi revealed a frightened and anxious expression as he grabbed his skirt and ran away.

Duanmu Jue walked to the swing. The swing seemed to still carry her song. Duanmu Jue wanted to be angry because she was the enemy who killed Han Mengyuan, but he was so shocked that he didn't want to be angry. He didn't even want to look away.

He bent down to pick it up and saw that it was actually a woman's scented bag. Presumably, Murong Nichang was looking for it just now, and as he used his hands to brush off the dust, a moon-white, silly, and charming little dog was stitched onto it. She always seemed to have these little things, and Duanmu Jue once again thought of the monkey jade pendant that she took out on the way to State Protecting Temple, which was also this kind of — likeable.

"Your Majesty! "Your majesty!" Guan Mi walked over with a lantern in hand. Duanmu Jue was standing there and scrutinizing something. His face looked gentle, but there was also a trace of a smile on it.

"Let's start!" Duanmu Jue kept his expression, placed the embroidered bag inside his sleeves, and headed in the direction of Chenglu Palace.

Fu Yunwan started preparing in the morning after she was flipped over the sign. The moment Duanmu Jue arrived, he saw Mrs. Xuanhua's peach pink body. Under the dim light of the palace lamp, these gorgeous colors were a little dim.

"My beloved concubine, please rise!" Duanmu Jue sat down on a chair while Fu Yunwan offered a cup of warm water boiled with jasmine and wolfberry wine. "It's late at night and tea doesn't help you sleep. Chenqie specifically asked the imperial physician for the prescription to calm your mind and ease your mind."

As Xuan Hua's smiling face and watery eyes made people feel more relaxed, Duanmu Jue relaxed his expression and patted his thigh, indicating for her to come over and sit down. Duanmu Jue hugged her warmly in his arms with his hand under her chin.

Fu Yunwan's eyes were flirtatious as she charmingly said, "Your Majesty, it's late in the night. Your concubine shall serve Your Majesty's rest!"

Fu Yunwan may have entered the palace late, but she was still very familiar with Duanmu Jue's habits in bed. She obediently followed his wishes, and even though he did not feel like enjoying the strength of his hands, but Huan Huan was already the greatest honor of a harem woman. She did not care so much about it, and she did not dare to resist, which resulted in her offending Duanmu Jue.

The Chenglu Palace was the warmth of the Spring Festival Gala, and Murong Nichang was also preparing to go to bed. She put on the pajamas and leaned on the pillow.

But when he thought about the scene just now, when Duanmu Jue looked at her with that burning gaze, it was the same as in his previous life. At that time, she thought it was love and care, but in reality, she had never understood what he was thinking about before, and this time, she would not make the same mistake again.

"Empress?" Seeing Murong Nichang lost in thought, Qing Xue exclaimed softly, "Is the Empress not feeling well?"

"No, I'm just a little tired!" Qing Xue quickly laid down her pillow and put down the veil covering Xiluo. Then, she placed the Ruiren Fragrance inside the golden Qilin cauldron.

Murong couldn't fall asleep as he lay under the bed. His eyes were wide open as he said, "A small mountain overlaps with a golden mountain, and the clouds on his temples are filled with the fragrance of snow. He's too lazy to draw Emei …" She was humming that song again. In her previous life, she had sung that song to him. Perhaps she had thought too much into it, but a single tear slipped out of the corner of her eye, causing her to jump in fright.