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Chapter 470: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 3

Wei Yingluo looked at her coldly, her eyes full of disgust: "But you, now that I've lost my power, are you very proud? Do you think you can finally rest easy?"

Er Qing's face turned pale, and she suppressed her anger and said, "Yingluo, you...how could you think of me like this? I...I..."

"That's enough!" Wei Yingluo interrupted her impatiently: "You don't have to pretend in front of me! I know what kind of person you are! But I want to remind you that the Queen has been very kind to us, so you must not let her down!"

After saying that, she no longer paid attention to Er Qing and started packing her things.

After Er Qing left, Wei Yingluo sat dejectedly on the bed, feeling mixed emotions. She knew that she had caused a big disaster this time, but she just couldn't swallow this breath!

Why? Why did the Queen have to give in again and again? Why could that bitch Er Qing be so arrogant and domineering?

With a "pop", a tear fell on the back of her hand, and the cold touch woke Wei Yingluo up suddenly.

No! She couldn't give up like this! The Queen still needed her, she couldn't fall!

The night was as cool as water, but the Yangxin Palace was as warm as spring. The dragon bed was covered with soft brocade. Qianlong closed the memorial tiredly and rubbed his brow.

Since Wei Yingluo was demoted to Xinzheku, the Queen was unhappy all day long, and Qianlong was also upset. He was not unaware of Yingluo's loyalty, but her words that day made him lose face for a while, so he got angry.

"Your Majesty, it's time to turn over the cards." Li Yu walked gently to the dragon bed and bowed to remind him.

Qianlong waved his hand, showing little interest: "Let's skip it today."

Li Yu observed the expression and asked cautiously, "Then...would you like me to ask the Queen to come and accompany you?"

Qianlong sighed, but a beautiful and gentle face appeared in his mind. Those watery eyes always looked at him lovingly, with a bit of shyness and admiration.

"Erqing..." He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Your Majesty, what did you say?" Li Yu didn't hear clearly and asked in confusion.

Qianlong came back to his senses and coughed lightly as if to cover up: "Nothing, you can go down, I want to be alone."

Li Yu bowed and stepped back, closing the palace door.

The hall returned to silence, with only the flickering candlelight casting flickering shadows on the wall. Qianlong closed his eyes, but Erqing's figure could not be shaken off his mind.

In the dream, Qianlong was surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, colorful and fragrant. He walked aimlessly, but felt inexplicably restless.

"emperor…"

A charming call came from behind, familiar yet a little strange. Qianlong turned around suddenly and saw Er Qing wearing a light pink Manchu dress, standing among the flowers, looking gorgeous.

Her eyes moved, looking at him shyly, with a seductive smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Your Majesty, why are you here alone? I have been looking for you for so long..."

Qianlong's heart trembled suddenly, as if an electric current ran through his body. He had never seen Er Qing so charming. Usually, she was always respectful and cautious in her words and deeds, like a magnolia bud about to bloom, elegant and pure.

But at this moment, she is like a blooming peony, gorgeous and luxurious, making people unable to take their eyes off her.

"Er Qing..." Qianlong couldn't help but walk forward, wanting to reach out and touch her cheek, but stopped in mid-air.

"Your Majesty..." Er Qing's voice was like a whisper, gently brushing past his ears with a hint of teasing.

"You...you don't like this from your servant?"

As she spoke, she gently unbuttoned her cheongsam, revealing her fair shoulders.

Qianlong felt his mouth dry and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. He wanted to look away, but he seemed to be firmly attracted by something and could not move.

"Your Majesty..." Er Qing moved closer to him step by step, the fragrance on her body becoming stronger and stronger, as if to drown him. Her hand gently touched his chest, with a little trembling and a little desire.

"I want to serve the emperor..."

Her voice was like a feather, gently tickling his heart, making him distracted and unable to control himself.

"Erqing..." Qianlong hugged her in his arms and bent down to kiss her beautiful red lips.

Er Qing in the dream was passionate, totally different from her usual docile and obedient self. She responded to his kiss passionately, holding his neck tightly with both hands, as if she wanted to melt him in her arms.

Qianlong felt as if he was in a sea of ​​fire. The blazing flames devoured him, made him lost, and made him sink...

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Hearing a soft call in his ears, Qianlong suddenly opened his eyes, only to find himself still lying on the dragon bed in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

He was breathing heavily, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his heart was beating fast, as if he had just experienced a strenuous exercise.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?" Li Yu asked worriedly.

Qianlong shook his head and said nothing.

He sat up, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and his eyes fell on the empty space beside the bed, where Er Qing's figure seemed to still remain.

Her smile, her tears, her every frown and smile seemed to be engraved in his mind, and could not be erased.

"What time is it?" Qianlong's voice was still a little hoarse, with the lingering heat from the dream.

Li Yu bowed quickly and replied, "Your Majesty, it is almost Yin hour."

At the hour of Yin, the sky is about to dawn, but it is also the darkest moment.

Qianlong thought of Er Qing's bold and passionate appearance in his dream, which was completely different from her usual Er Qing, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

He waved his hand, signaling Li Yu to leave, and he put on his clothes, stood up, and walked to the window. Outside the window, the night was dark, with only a few sparse stars twinkling, like broken diamonds that someone had accidentally dropped.

Qianlong looked at the night sky, his mind full of thoughts. Er Qing in his dream was passionate, bold and unrestrained, like a burning flame, instantly igniting the long-suppressed desire in his heart.

Qianlong took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling noticeably. He waved Li Yu away and paced back and forth in the hall alone.

The touch in the dream was so real. Er Qing's passion and unrestrainedness in his arms formed a sharp contrast with her usual gentleness. This confused him, but he couldn't help but savor it.

After the morning court session, Qianlong's mind was no longer on the memorials. His mind was full of Er Qing's image in his dream, whose passion and boldness made him feel itchy.

"Your Majesty, which empress's palace are you going to? Do you want me to go and tell her first?" Li Yu asked with a bow, but his eyes were secretly glancing at Qianlong's expression.

"Do I need to tell you where I'm going?" Qianlong's tone was displeased, but it could not hide the anxiety between his brows.

"Go to Changchun Palace."