PFC Chapter 804 I Won’t Save You This Time (47)
Chapter 804 I Won’t Save You This Time (47)
After using the bath water with essential oils, Concubine Yan exuded a faint fragrance all over her body, but the smell was not too strong.
But few people know that this taste can make Liang Song addicted for a long time.
Afterwards, Concubine Yan changed into a light gauze dress in accordance with the custom of serving the emperor in the bedchamber, got on the sedan chair, and was slowly carried to Liang Song's bedroom.
Unlike other concubines, Concubine Yan did not completely take off her hairpins and rings, but left a velvet peony flower on her simply tied bun.
The pink and purple petals of the peony are so gorgeous and lifelike, making her look even more charming and attractive.
The sedan chair moved smoothly along the way, and Concubine Yan entered the inner hall smoothly.
Liang Song had been waiting in the hall for a long time. When he saw her come in, his eyes stayed on her for a moment.
The familiar scent of Concubine Yan made him feel a rare sense of peace, as if he had returned to the past.
Looking at Liang Song's relaxed expression, Concubine Yan smiled, took light steps, and slowly walked to the dragon bed. She lay down on her side shyly and obediently, no longer looking at the other's face.
The plain bedding made her skin look white as snow, and her black hair fell like a waterfall, scattered on the pillow.
The velvet peony looked particularly beautiful in her hair. The pink and purple petals glowed softly under the candlelight, making her look pretty and delicate.
If it were someone else, they might have been seduced by this beauty and could not control themselves.
However, Liang Song was not a person who indulged in sensual pleasures.
His gaze lingered on the peony for a moment, and an inexplicable disgust surged in his heart.
I have seen real precious velvet peony hairpins. The golden and red petals were elegant and luxurious, far beyond the reach of this rough velvet hairpin.
More importantly, he had seen that man's skin before. It was not as smooth and delicate as Concubine Yan's, and there were even tiny scars in some places, but he liked it very much.
The Concubine Yan in front of him, even though she exuded the same fragrance, was not the person in his heart after all.
Liang Song's brows furrowed slightly, and his body, which had been bent over, suddenly sat up straight.
His expression was gloomy and he said in a cold tone: "Princess Yan, please leave first. I still have things to do."
When Concubine Yan heard this, she was shocked but refused to give up.
She said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, how long has it been since you favored me? I miss you, and I want to give birth to a child for Your Majesty, so please love me!"
As soon as the word "child" came out, Liang Song's face changed suddenly, as if it touched the deepest taboo in his heart.
His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Concubine Yan's neck and violently pulled her off the dragon bed.
Concubine Yan was caught off guard and fell heavily to the ground, letting out a cry of pain.
At the same time, Liang Song's hand reached out to pull the velvet peony hairpin on her bun.
The hairpin was originally made by Concubine Yan herself, but due to poor craftsmanship, the soft gold could not be completely covered by the velvet silk.
The moment the hairpin was pulled off, the soft gold hooked her hair, and with Liang Song's not-too-small force, he pulled out a strand of her hair.
Concubine Yan screamed in pain and tears welled up in her eyes instantly.
She covered her scalp and curled up on the ground. In the blink of an eye, the beauty just now became a miserable person.
Liang Song just looked at her coldly, holding the velvet peony in his hand, without a trace of pity in his eyes: "Get lost!"
After shouting angrily, he just looked at Concubine Yan on the ground, and his hand unconsciously turned the ring on his hand.
Concubine Yan didn't even dare to raise her head, let alone speak. Even though her legs were so weak from fear, she still staggered to her feet and quickly ran out of the bedroom.
Although her heart was filled with reluctance, she did not dare to stay for a moment longer.
Silence returned to the hall. Liang Song sat alone on the dragon bed. The velvet flower in his hand had been slightly deformed due to his great strength.
After all, he couldn't deceive himself - no matter how similar the scent was or how charming the face was, she was not that person after all.
Looking at Concubine Yan who escaped in a panic, the eunuch who added something to the bath water curled up the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.
He is Liang Jingyang's man. In addition to passing messages to the other party, it would be best to ensure that the women in the harem do not get pregnant.
Fu Shun wanted Liang Song to have a son so that he could lead the emperor and command the princes in the future.
But Liang Jingyang is originally a member of the royal family, and his identity is not that simple. He doesn't need a puppet emperor at all.
However, these two people currently have a common goal, so they can cooperate peacefully.
This is why the eunuch clearly listened to Fu Shun and put the essential oil in order to gain Concubine Yan's favor, but did not remind the peony hairpin.
Fu Shun was outside the palace, watching Concubine Yan, who had just entered and fled in a hurry, and cursed in a low voice: "Useless thing, it's already like this, and you still can't seize the opportunity."
"Sir, it's okay!" The eunuch beside Fushun was his new apprentice Chang Lu, who was one or two years older than Chang Xi. "If it doesn't work today, we can try again in a few days..."
Fu Shun said bluntly: "There is no chance, Concubine Yan is a useless chess piece!"
Then he saw the candles in the inner hall go out, and Fu Shun realized that His Majesty would sleep alone again tonight.
Early in the morning, when Fu Shun went to help the emperor get up, he did not ask anything and helped Liang Song change his clothes and wash according to the normal procedures.
When he came back from court with the emperor and prepared to drink tea, his apprentice Chang Lu gave Fu Shun the peony flowers he had picked up while tidying up the inner hall today.
"How stupid!" Fushun understood what happened yesterday as soon as he saw this thing, "Why wear a peony hairpin, and in this color?"
"Master, we..." Chang Lu saw that Fu Shun was a little angry and thought he had done something wrong.
Only then did Fushun realize that he had lost his composure.
There was no other way. Time was running out. He had to make sure Liang Song had a child before Liang Jingyang's medicine took full effect.
Thinking of this, he felt that it was time for him to leave the palace.
The next day, Fu Shun found an excuse to leave the palace. Liang Song did not suspect anything, after all, Fu Shun went to "check" the planting situation of apricot grass.
But the fact is that Fushun went to the three-story house where Xu Sanyang currently "lived", and then went straight to the other's bedroom.
As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw the once majestic and strong spy lying on the bed, even his food was fed by the servants.
Xu Sanyang looked in the direction of the voice and saw Fu Shun who was helping the evil.
He had no strength, but he still said stubbornly: "Hey! Isn't this Mr. Fu? I hope you are well! Did you come to my room to see if I can put another bed there?"