June in Jinling is coming to an end, with heat waves storming, valley winds gusts, cicadas sing endlessly, lotus leaves till fields.

Hou Xuanyan did not comb his hair and tie his hair up in the inner courtyard. He sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake to avoid the scorching heat. In the inner courtyard, the rockery, the curved corridor, the artificial lake, the jade pavilion... all kinds of precious flowers bloom in a colorful way.

I only heard that there are few soldiers on the battlefield. When the summer heat is coming, few people will start fighting in the dog days. Indeed, every time the heat is hot, few people mobilize troops. At this time last year, the Qing Dynasty went south to escape the summer heat and returned to the court, giving the Han people in Jiangnan a chance to breathe. The scorching sun in the sky is the biggest obstacle. There is no need for enemies at all. Marrying under this sun will damage a lot of troops. Especially, it will be a big blow to the morale of the army. If you force the soldiers to march in this kind of weather, it is like pushing them to a stove, and no one is willing to fight for such a general.

Hou Xuanyan was slightly disguised her eyes and sat in the pavilion. Suddenly, she heard a sweet and crisp laughter. When she looked up, Lingyao and Gu Ling'er walked up with a smile. The two were wearing moon-white shirts. Lingyao was burgundy-red Bijia, and Gu Ling'er was pink. Because they were in the inner courtyard of the deep boudoir, they were not afraid of being looked at. They were all cool shirts, and the close-fitting little Bijia could see clearly.

The two little girls were holding a small basket in their hands. Seeing Hou Xuanyan here, Lingyao stuck out his tongue and stood up to pay his respects. Gu Ling'er waved her pink fist and threw herself into his arms.

"You two, why are you running around on such a hot day?"

Gu Ling'er grabbed a lychee from the fruit plate next to her, held it in her hand and handed it to Hou Xuanyan. Seeing that Hou Xuanyan reached out to peel it for her, she said in a slight voice: "We are going to pick flowers, and Sister Saisai said she would teach us to mix rouge."

Hou Xuanyan looked at the spiritual medicine in front of him. The white gauze skirt was covered with a big red breast and armor. The silk in the sun shadow was as thin as a cicada's wings, and it could not stop the delicate and transparent jade bones inside. Hou Xuanyan held Gu Ling'er with lychee juice in her hand, looked at the spiritual medicine in front of her, and squinted her eyes and looked at it carefully. The twelve-year-old girl was like a flower in bud, implicit and mysterious.

Lingyao didn't realize anything at the beginning, slowly blushed by him, feeling his heart blemished. The floating words Bian Min in the backyard often said to her came to his heart. Lingyao's heart was rushing around, slowly his body softened, and his breath became hot. But Hou Xuanyan's eyes seemed to be wandering on her tender body. Lingyao finally couldn't help it, and blushed and whispered: "Master..."

Hou Xuanyan pinched Gu Ling'er and asked, "Do you like Sister Lingyao?"

After Gu Ling'er swallowed the flesh in her mouth, she said, "I like it."

"No, I'm very fond of being a child, follow me." Hou Xuanyan nodded with satisfaction.

Lingyao was nervous. After hearing this, he covered his mouth and laughed: "The master can laugh, how could Nunu follow the master?"

Hou Xuanyan stood up, reached out to greet him, and a maid came over. He handed Gu Ling'er to the maid. Hou Xuan spoke, "Take your wife to pick flowers, and then send it to Bian Seise."

The little maid Ying Nuo said, picked up Gu Ling'er's small flower basket and took her out of the pavilion.

Lingyao's face turned red slowly. Seeing Hou Xuanyan approaching step by step, he wanted to retreat, but his legs were filled with lead, so he didn't dare to take a step.

"Go back and change your clothes, I'll take you to a place."

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Lingyao followed Hou Xuanyan and got out of the carriage and arrived outside the palace gate.

The guard slowly opened the palace gate, Hou Xuanyan pointed to the palace and said, "Do you know where this is?"

The elixir's watery eyes stared at the plaque on the palace gate, with the three big words "Xuanwu Gate" written on it.

"This is...a palace?"

Although Lingyao has never been here, she has read the memorials countless times, and even knows this place more than many people on duty in the palace.

Hou Xuanyan held her hand, and the fingers of the elixir were slender, but there was a hint of coolness in his hand. Even in the dog days, these delicate jade hands could be heard with a chill. Hou Xuanyan carried her out of the carriage and walked in step by step: "There is a child here, and you will live together in the future. You teach her to read, recognize words, and turn over letters, just like I teach you, okay?"

Hou Xuanyan felt the palm of Lingyao tremble, his voice a little nervous and excited, and he asked in a low voice: "Master, are you talking about His Majesty the Emperor?"

She is not an ignorant girl raised in the boudoir. This girl is immersed in the memorials from all over the world every day. She is influenced by her own eyes and knows all the major affairs of the country. She naturally knows such a major event.

Hou Xuanyan smiled in his heart. The little girl was so exquisite and transparent. She asked herself this way, not because she wanted to get back, but because she wanted to tell herself that she clearly understood the status of her mission. She brought her into the palace, so why should she ask to understand the person she wanted to accompany. This little thing is showing her loyalty to herself.

When he arrived in the Qianqing Palace, Hou Xuanyan had a special identity and no one dared to stop him. He walked straight into the palace and all the palace maids came to pay their respects to them.

Lingyao has big eyes, staring at the front without moving, looking around, which can satisfy his curiosity, but he will definitely be looked down upon by these palace maids. If he wants to live here in the future, he can slowly understand everything, but his status must be determined from the beginning.

Walking through the majestic and majestic palace and coming to the Beiwu Room of Qianqing Palace, Zhou Yujie knelt on the ground with the palace maids to greet her.

Hou Xuanyan's face darkened and he shouted, "Didn't you tell you that you don't need to give this great gift?"

Zhou Yujie raised her head and looked really handsome and charming. She smiled flatteringly and said, "The Duke of the State has saved our lives. When the maids see you, it is also worth kowtowing. Who is this sister?"

Hou Xuanyan was so amused and cried, and did not want to waste time explaining to her. Anyway, if they kowtowed, they would feel at ease. These people accidentally saw the shocking secret, and were so scared that they were dying, afraid that they would kill people to silence them.

Hou Xuanyan did not answer and asked back: "Where is Your Majesty?"

"I just woke up and was sipping breasts."

Hou Xuanyan nodded and walked in with the elixir. After a while, he saw the legendary Master Nine Five.

The yellow dragon robe, less than the size of a palm, covered His Majesty's belly, turned out to be a bellyband. Lingyao was nervous, and most of the time he went away. Looking at the little emperor like a leaf on the dragon bed, a strange feeling came to her heart.

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In the second year of Longwu, Jixia is June.
Chapter completed!