In the middle of the night, the palace servant brought in hot water and poured it into the large wooden barrel behind the screen.

Lin Feilu was simply shameless.

In this damn ancient times, outsiders came in after taking a shower. God knows how much she missed the bathroom shower.

Listening to the sound of the palace servants pouring water, she buried her bed motionlessly pretending to be dead. When everyone retreated, Song Jinglan, wearing a black single dress, lifted the curtain and leaned over to carry her to take a shower.

There were joy everywhere on the bed. The traces of love were buried in his arms and crying to maintain the last dignity: "Don't call them in, I'll change the sheets and let me change them!"

He laughed at the top of his head, and he put her into the water, saw that the water was blocking her body, lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "You wash first, I'll go change."

Lin Feilu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The wooden barrel is larger than the bathtub she used to use, with rose petals floating on the water surface. The sandalwood shelf next to it is equipped with all the toiletries. Except for the water change, it requires manual labor, everything else is actually quite convenient and comfortable.

She found a comfortable position in the water, leaned against the edge, and listened to the rustling sound of changing sheets outside, and picked up the petals on the water surface to play with her fingers.

After a while, Song Jinglan changed into sheets and walked over.

He walked around the screen, and the black clothes on his body were automatically slung, with ink hair hanging behind him, like a fairy that appeared in the night, specifically for the beautiful people.

Lin Feilu rubbed her face with the petals: "Do you wash it? Or change the water first?"

Song Jinglan smiled and stepped in. Before he took off his clothes, his wide black clothes floated on the water. The bright red petals floated on the hem of his clothes, tangling his ink hair, giving him a thrilling beauty.

Lin Feilu was shocked: "The clothes are wet..."

Before he finished speaking, he pulled him over.

The petals floated on the water, covering everything under the water.

Her waist seemed to be broken, and her body was floating in the water. When she climbed his body, she bit her shoulder aggrievedly: "Why are you here-"

He leaned gently to her neck, his laughter was low and hoarse: "No need to change the sheets here."

There is no need to change the bed sheets.

But the palace servant came in and changed the hot water again.

Lin Feilu has passed away peacefully.

After taking the second shower, she stopped giving him a chance. She crawled out of the water with her hands and feet and quickly wrapped herself in a bath towel, "No! I really can't do it!"

Song Jinglan smiled lightly.

Lin Feilu cleverly understood a certain meaning from his smile, and suddenly collapsed a little: "Your Majesty, you will go to court tomorrow!"

He walked towards her and when he passed by the sandalwood hanger, he pulled off a blue gauze dress.

Lin Feilu retreated repeatedly, and he approached step by step, and asked with a low smile: "Didn't the princess say that spring night is short and the day is high, and will the king not go early from now on?"

She retreated to the corner of the wall, held the bath towel tightly, and said heartbrokenly: "That's what the foolish monarch did! Will Your Majesty follow the example of the foolish monarch?"

Song Jinglan was approaching, and his figure was pressed down with his breath, completely covering her. He lowered his head and his voice was as low as a sigh: "The princess is in her arms, why not imitate the foolish monarch?"

Lin Feilu: “…………”

After a while, he heard him laugh and handed her the gauze dress: "Put it on."

Lin Feilu was extremely disgusted: "It's so transparent, what's the difference between wearing this and not wearing it."

Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then don't wear them?"

Lin Feilu pulled the gauze dress and turned her back, leaving only a slender and beautiful back. After quickly drying the water droplets, she hurriedly put the gauze on.

The green clothes are thin, like the foggy night, hazy and graceful, and are even more attractive.

Song Jinglan's eyes became deeper, and his burning eyes looked her from top to bottom. In the end, he took care of her physical strength and did nothing, so he carried the person to bed.

Lin Feilu felt that she hadn't been so tired for a long time, as if she was back when she was a child when she was just learning martial arts from Concubine Xi.

Although she is not a master, she has been practicing martial arts for so many years and thinks she is still very physically strong! Why is she so weak compared to him? And he is still moving, how can she be so tired?!

Holding this doubt, she lay in his arms and fell asleep.

Although the two had already had close contact, it was the first time they had actually spent the night in the same bed. Although Song Jinglan was a man who ignored legal dogma, he was still willing to abide by those customs that adhered to the rules when it comes to Lin Feilu.

Listening to the sound of sleeping sound in his arms, he looked at her quietly with his eyes down.

He has used kisses to trace every part of his eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, jaw, lips.

He is the only one.

He even wanted to rub her into his bones, combine it with himself, and never be separated. But he looked at her quiet and well-behaved sleeping face, but he just lowered his head and gently kissed her eyes.

The next morning, Lin Feilu was still asleep, and Song Jinglan was ready to get up and go to court.

Feeling that he was about to leave, she hugged his waist and refused to let go, buried it in his arms, half asleep and half awake, acting coquettishly: "Accompany me..."

He smiled helplessly and could only lie back, hugged Jiao. His soft body gently stroked her vest, coaxing her warmly: "It's nothing happened recently, I'll be back soon, you can sleep for a while, huh?"

On the first day of becoming the queen, she decided to be arrogant: "Not allowed to go."

Song Jinglan smiled, gently stroked the skin behind her ears with his fingers, and his thin lips pressed against her ears, like a kiss, or whispered: "Didn't the queen give me a chance to go to the middle of the day? Otherwise, continue now?"

The girl in her arms kicked him away decisively, turned her body inward, and waved her hand in disgust, "You go!"

Song Jinglan laughed silently.

He didn't wash in the bedroom, but after changing his court clothes, he walked out and asked her to continue sleeping quietly.

As soon as he left, the wide and soft dragon bed seemed to be less comfortable, less warm and less warm. Lin Feilu turned over a few times, and she was still tired, but she no longer felt sleepy.

But she was not allowed to sleep in today. As soon as the dawn was dawn, Tingchun and Shixia came to call her up. Lin Feilu got up with sore waist and weak legs. On the first day of becoming the queen, he had to go to serve tea to the queen mother, accept the greetings of the beauties in the palace, and go to the ancestral temple to burn incense.

However, the beauties in the palace have no place, so this step can be omitted.

Tingchun and Shixia came in and greeted her with a smile: "I pay homage to the Queen."

Lin Feilu sounds so awkward.

Not only did the title change, but the clothes and accessories changed, and the identity of the queen was everywhere.

After washing, she sat Fengluan to Chonghua Palace to serve tea for the empress dowager. In order to avoid the palace servants seeing something unusual, they had to endure it. As soon as they got off the sedan chair, the empress dowager came forward with a smile and kowtowed to the empress. This was a pleasing head. Lin Feilu waved his hand and Tingchun handed them the silver that had been prepared long ago.

This month, she would come to Chonghua Palace to talk to the Empress Dowager from time to time. She was also a good player to please her elders. The Empress Dowager, who had lived alone in the deep palace for many years, had never had such warmth as children's knees, and she was coaxed to obey.

Now the empress dowager only has one idea in her mind. Even if she cannot ease the relationship with her son, multiple caring daughters will make a fortune!

After Lin Feilu finished serving the tea, the queen mother held her hand and advised her a few words of qualities and responsibilities that the queen should uphold, and gave her the rewards she had prepared long ago.

Leaving from Chonghua Palace, she went to the ancestral temple to burn incense. After a few hours, Song Jinglan had dispersed and she had not finished her work.

However, in addition to being a busy day after becoming a queen, Lin Feilu basically returned to her leisurely life of eating, drinking, and having fun.

She was afraid of trouble and didn't want too many bad things in life. Song Jinglan handled all this well. Nothing could affect her mood, neither the harem nor the previous dynasty.

Except for the lack of physical strength every night, I want to die.

Lin Feilu felt that if this continues, he might be ruined.

Not so! They are all martial arts practitioners, why do they have so much better physical strength than themselves?!

When Song Jinglan was not busy with political affairs, he would sometimes accompany her to practice swordsmanship in Yong'an Palace.

In fact, she doesn't know any systematic swordsmanship. After all, Concubine Xi is good at using guns and having a few self-defense swordsmanship. Her light skills are enough to lift the tiles in the room, which is her entire martial arts master's foundation.

But Song Jinglan inherited Ji Liang's master. Although the two were named uncle and nephew, they had already treated each other with masters and apprentices. Ji Liang was alone and had no wife or son, so he taught him his lifelong sword skills. He was the only successor of the world's number one swordsman.

Although there is no ranking on the Heroes of the World, it can be seen from the last time he fought Yan Xin that his martial arts attainments are extremely good.

Lin Feilu looked at him, then looked at his flower stand style, and suddenly began to understand why his physical strength could not keep up.

When Song Jinglan put away his sword and turned around, he saw the girl sitting on the steps, holding her chin and looking at him with a serious face.

He laughed and shook his head, walked over and squatted in front of her: "What's wrong?"

Lin Feilu was so angry: "I want to learn too!"

Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows: "Is sword technique?" He thought for a while and said warmly: "Because this is Uncle Ji's sword technique, I can't teach you directly. When he comes to the palace next time, I'll ask him for his opinion. If he agrees, I'll teach you again?"

Lin Feilu curled her lips: "Who said she wanted to learn from you?"

She turned around and ran back to the bedroom, whispered for a while and found something, then ran out happily, and said proudly: "I want to learn this!"

The one holding Jimo Sword Technique is in his hand.

She flipped through it twice and asked him excitedly: "Uncle Ji's swordsmanship is powerful, or is Jimo swordsmanship?"

Song Jinglan thought for a while: "It should be comparable."

After all, Jimowu has been dead for many years, and there is no one in the world who is good at using Jimo's swordsmanship, and there is no way to verify it.

This sword technique has been with her for many years. She took it out and flipped it out when she was fine. Unfortunately, no one guided her. She was worried that she would become obsessed with her random study, so she never dared to do it. Now, Song Jinglan, a person with superb swordsmanship, should be no problem, right?
Chapter completed!