It was already very late for Chen Jiao to return to Funing Palace and was sore and exhausted. She told Cherry not to ask or not to spread the word, so she got into bed and went to bed. The next morning, amid Cherry's scream, Chen Jiao discovered that there were two red marks on her neck.

That was kissed by Zhao Rong. It was close to the top, and even if Chen Jiao put on the top-neck clothes, she couldn't cover it.

Chen Jiao was both upset and secretly happy, annoyed that Zhao Wangbian left evidence, and was happy that Zhao Wang's agitated performance last night showed that Zhao Wang had no other woman before her.

It felt like a mosquito bite on her neck. Of course, Chen Jiao would not go out, but shortly after breakfast, the Queen Mother Chen Wan came to find her.

The two set out together to watch the lanterns last night, but they separated halfway. Chen Jiao guessed that Chen Wan would come, so she lay in the bed after dinner.

"What's wrong with my sister?"

Chen Wan came to the bed and saw that Chen Jiao's quilt was covered tightly, with only a small face exposed. She sat down and asked with concern, "Last night, the emperor invited me to come over. Unfortunately, a minister asked for a meeting. I went to the Imperial Garden to look for you again before I saw the emperor, but after searching for it, I couldn't find it. Funing Palace didn't see you first."

Chen Jiao lied seriously: "I have been in the Imperial Garden. Maybe we have few people, so my sister didn't see it. It's just that I was so fond of fun last night that the wind blew all night and the wind caught a cooler."

Chen Wan looked at her with a light pink face, and knew something was different. This sister rarely applied powder because of her natural good appearance. Nowadays, people don’t have a good rest when they are sick. What should I do if I apply powder?

"Does it have a headache?" Chen Wan reached out and touched Chen Jiao's forehead with concern.

Chen Jiao shook her head.

Just as Chen Wan was about to retract her hand, she suddenly realized that Chen Jiao's quilt was covered too tightly. She naturally grabbed Chen Jiao's quilt corner and moved down: "The quilt is covered too high, be careful not to breathe."

Chen Jiao wanted to stop her, but Chen Wan was moving too fast and felt that Chen Wan staring at her neck. Although Chen Jiao knew it was difficult to hide it, she still pretended to be calm.

"Did your sister get a rash?" Chen Wan touched the red marks on Chen Jiao's neck and joked deliberately.

Chen Jiao lowered her eyes.

Chen Wan sent the palace maids down, and then asked Chen Jiao in a slight manner: "Have you seen the emperor last night?"

Chen Jiao was unwilling to admit it, but when Chen Wan thought of Chen Wan's intention to match her with Zhao Yan, Chen Jiao did not deny it.

Chen Wan looked at Chen Jiao's bright eyebrows and said softly: "I knew that the emperor would definitely like you. Sister must seize the opportunity. You should please the emperor first, and when the time is right, then the emperor will give you a title."

Chen Jiao obediently said "yes".

Half a month later, Zhao Yan sent someone to give gifts to the two palaces, and Chen Jiao received his arrangement again, asking her to go to the Imperial Garden in the afternoon.

Chen Jiao was a little dissatisfied. After the last time, Chen Jiao thought Zhao Ying would see her again soon, but she didn't expect that it would take half a month to wait.

Maybe he is too busy?

With random thoughts, Chen Jiao only took Cherry out.

In the Cining Palace next door, Chen Wan has been asking people to pay attention to the movement here. When she learned that Chen Jiao had gone out, Chen Wan smiled. It's very good. The more Zhao Ying pampers Chen Jiao, the greater the chances of her success in her plan.

Chen Jiao’s master and servant came to the Imperial Garden. Just like the night of the Lantern Festival, Eunuch Li once again brought Chen Jiao to the villa hidden among the bamboo forest. However, as cold as today, the bamboo leaves withered and looked a little deserted.

Zhao Wang is in the study.

Chen Jiao pushed the door and saw him sitting at the desk by the window holding a book in his hand. The afternoon sun was warm and it fell on his vermilion dragon robe. The emperor who looked down at the book seemed to be a little gentler than usual.

"Emperor." Chen Jiao gave a gentle blessing. When she got along with him, she did not treat herself as a concubine.

Zhao Rong looked up and saw the little girl in a light red shirt. He smiled slightly, put down the book and said, "Here you come."

A smile easily brought the distance closer, Chen Jiao nodded and took the initiative to walk towards him.

Zhao Yan reached out to her, Chen Jiao's cheeks were slightly red, and she put her little hand in his palm. Zhao Yan used a little force and pulled Chen Jiao into her arms.

Chen Jiao leaned on his shoulder and smelled the ink fragrance on the man's body.

This shoulder is wide, and Chen Jiao instinctively wants to rely on it.

Zhao Rong held her little hand, pinched her and looked down at her: "I haven't seen you for half a month, does the concubine miss me?"

When Chen Jiao heard this, she glanced at him with a little resentment: "Does the emperor miss me?"

Zhao Rong didn't say anything, his handsome face approached and he kissed her lips.

Chen Jiao was extremely obedient.

Zhao Ying kissed her for a while, and when she parted, she saw that her almond eyes were blurred and her cheeks were as bright as peach blossoms.

Zhao Rong put his finger on her face, and his fingertips slowly moved from the corner of her eyes to the corner of her lips, and whispered: "It is my blessing to be with the concubine."

Chen Jiao was so shy that the cold emperor suddenly spoke love words, which was so unbearable.

"Grind it for me." Zhao Ying kissed her again, then put her down.

Chen Jiao was curious about what he was going to do, so she stood aside to help him grind it. Zhao Yan laid a piece of rice paper, dipped it ink, and started painting.

The man lowered his head and focused his eyes. A woman gradually appeared on the drawing paper. Time passed by little by little, and the sunlight shifted silently. The eyebrows and eyes of the people in the painting gradually became clearer. After finally recognizing that he was herself, Chen Jiao looked at Zhao Rong's painting without distractions and felt sweet in her heart.

At this moment, Eunuch Li's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Emperor, General Han Yue and Han asked for a meeting."

Han Yue?

Chen Jiao paused and subconsciously looked at the door.

At the same time, Zhao Rong also looked up at her, and the woman opened her red lips, as if she was surprised.

"Bring it here." Zhao Rong looked at the drawing paper again.

He wanted to see his minister, Chen Jiao put away the strange feeling of the name "Han Yue" in his heart and said respectfully: "Master, I will avoid it first?"

Zhao Wang said: "No need."

Chen Jiao had no choice but to continue standing by the desk.

Two quarters of an hour later, Eunuch Li brought the man over. The General Han did not come in, but only reported outside the door. His voice was majestic, full of the vicissitudes of time, and it was nothing like Han Yue in my memory. Chen Jiao's heart slowly returned to peace. It was also that Han Yue was Zhao Rong's previous life, and Zhao Rong was right in front of her. Why did she have to stir up trouble for a stranger with the same name?

After reporting the matter, General Han retreated.

Zhao Yan's painting was also done. He put away his pen, looked at the painting, then looked at Chen Jiao, and said regretfully: "It's not as beautiful as a man."

Chen Jiao blushed and lowered her head and said, "I like it very much."

Zhao Rong smiled and took Chen Jiao's hand and walked towards the elegant room in the study where the owner could rest.

Chen Jiao's hand he held gradually became hot.

Sitting on the bed, Zhao Rong did not rush to ask for her, but carried Chen Jiao to her arms and kept it warm for a moment. He raised Chen Jiao's chin and looked into her eyes and asked, "That night, the concubine said you like me, but before I ascended the throne, I lived in the Eastern Palace. The concubine thought she had never seen me a few times, let alone know about it. Could it be that the Bodhisattva in her dream said that you were connected to my life, and you liked it?"

Chen Jiao never thought he would ask this.

She didn't even think about this problem herself.

Why do you like him? Because he is the reincarnation of her seven-generation husband before her, she likes him. To be more precise, the word "like" for her feelings for him is not enough to describe. When lightning lands, she is even willing to bear it for him. As Zhao Yan alone, Chen Jiao has no idea about him except the news that everyone in the capital knows.

"Emperor, the emperor is as good as a god. My daughter is moved when she sees the emperor for the first time."

The emperor was still waiting for her answer. Chen Jiao couldn't make up any sweet words, so she could only praise his appearance and demeanor. After saying that, Chen Jiao buried her in his arms as shyly and asked in a low voice: "What is the reason why the emperor suddenly pleads with me?" A strange phenomenon of lightning, a dream of the Bodhisattva, or her face?

Zhao Rong looked at the woman in her arms, pressed her down first, then stared at her shimmering eyes and said, "Because I want to taste what a noble person I destined to be."

This frivolous statement made it difficult to tell whether he really thought so or was teasing her.

Chen Jiao didn't have time to tell, because Zhao Yan had already started to wear clothes for her, and his movements were much more skillful than last time and he was more anxious.

Chen Jiao was uncontrollably sinking with him.

"The concubine is young and is very enthusiastic about me."

Just as Chen Jiao was used to cooperating with him, Zhao Yan suddenly laughed, Chen Jiao looked over awkwardly and met Zhao Yan's heavy eyes.

Chen Jiao couldn't see what he was thinking. She only realized that her current behavior was not like a fifteen-year-old concubine.

She slowly moved her legs down before moving, and Zhao Yan suddenly grabbed her, asking for her enthusiasm.

It seemed that nothing had happened before, but Chen Jiao always felt something was wrong. When he was absent-minded, Zhao Yan called out "Jiaojiao" in her ear.

Different tone, familiar taste.

"I will call you like this from now on, okay?" Zhao Ying said holding her face.

Chen Jiao closed her eyes, nodded or not, and she hugged his neck and nodded.

As the sun was falling, Zhao Yan let go of Chen Jiao.

Chen Jiao lay lazily in his arms.

Zhao Rong's big hands unconsciously stroked her long hair, and his eyes fell outside the window.

After a long time, he ordered Eunuch Li: "Prepare tea."

Chen Jiao finished drinking tea and left quietly.

At night, Zhao Rong directly dreamed of his second life, only himself in his life, and she was in his life. He began to dream of the reincarnation of the farmer Han Yue. Although Chen Jiao changed her appearance, her temper was exactly the same as that of her in the first life.

When he woke up in the early morning, Zhao Ying compared Chen Jiao in two lives and vaguely guessed that it was her true nature, not her respect for him now.

What she likes is the only shadows behind him who are willing to sacrifice her life to save him.

Next, for three consecutive days, Zhao Yan ordered Chen Jiao to come to the Imperial Garden to see him.

The emperor was full of energy and Chen Jiao couldn't bear it anymore. Before parting that night, Chen Jiao asked the man who was only wearing a middle-clothed shirt and leaning against the head of the bed: "Your Majesty, will you see me tomorrow?"

Zhao Wang looked at her for a moment and asked, "Don't you want to come?"

Chen Jiao shook her head quickly and saw that he had been staring at her. Chen Jiao rubbed her waist and said embarrassedly: "The emperor is strong and doesn't think so. I, I am weak. I can't bear to serve the emperor continuously. I beg the emperor to let me slow down for a while."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Okay, you can keep it and wait for my arrangement."
To be continued...