The treacherous minister under the skirt (taking by force) ( Mtl

10.1

Shen Zhaodu didn't like to go back to the Hou Mansion. He felt that the Hou Mansion was too big and too lonely to live alone. After going to court, he always liked to go to the wine shop with a few brothers from the same camp to pass the time.

No, as soon as he stepped out of the palace gate, he saw two horses parked outside the doorway. One belonged to Dong Cang, the Minister of Taipu Temple, and the other belonged to Meng Fang, the Minister of War. When they saw him coming out, they all called him to go with them.

"A'Du, a batch of wine from Zhaozhou has arrived from Songchuan Winery. Would you like to try some wine from your hometown?"

"I'm sorry that I won't accompany you if there's something going on at home." He got on his horse, beaming with joy, "Just keep the accounts in the Zhaowu Marquis Mansion later."

The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoof disease.

Shen Zhaodu waved his horsewhip, and the white-hoofed galleon that had followed him in his expeditions galloped arrogantly through the inner city, stirring up clouds of dust, unaware that he had offended everyone.

He had been in a state of excitement all night last night, but he still couldn't hold it back before dawn. He untied Shen Ni's clothes and rubbed them with his hands. He didn't stop until he heard her uncontrollable moans.

However, as soon as he moved back, Shen Ni suddenly grabbed his arm, leaned against him and whispered a few words.

Although he didn't understand what was said, it was enough.

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Shen Zhaodu never returned home before lighting the lanterns. He had walked the road from the gate of the Hou Mansion to the main courtyard countless times, but only today did he see the poetic and picturesque atmosphere of the Hou Mansion.

After passing through the hanging flower gatehouse in the main courtyard, the doors and windows of the five-bay Zhuoying Hall were closed. The front of the hall was full of maids who stepped up and looked around from time to time. No one noticed his arrival.

"Why are you standing here if you don't go and serve my wife?"

The maids turned around after asking and saluted him, saying, "Madam, she sent her slaves out after entering Nuan Pavilion."

Nuan Pavilion?

Shen Zhaodu was startled, then reacted quickly, walked up the steps and pushed the door open.

The heating blew towards his face with a hint of sweet fragrance. Shen Zhaodu walked around the screen and saw Shen Ni standing in front of the Nuan Pavilion on the east side.

She was still wearing the long-sleeved shirt from last night, and her waist-length hair was only tied with a hairband. Her back was thin and thin, like a green silk ribbon hanging down by the waterside pavilion.

"I pray for the person in the painting every night, but I never thought that one day it would come true."

He stepped forward and hugged Shen Ni's waist, placed his forehead against her ear, and kissed her slender neck greedily.

The portrait brought from Hanzhang Palace was hung in the warm pavilion in his room, firstly to see the thing and think about the person, and secondly to ask for credit from Shen Ni today.

"Your Majesty is so cruel. Not only did she refuse to leave the palace, but she also cleaned out everything in Hanzhang's palace." He complained, but his aggression did not diminish. He kissed the corner of her mouth, "In the past six months, I have I stay in the Nuan Pavilion every night, and only by looking at the portrait of the empress can I fall asleep peacefully."

The person in his arms remained motionless and allowed him to pick at her, but Shen Zhaodu was very dissatisfied. Just as he was about to pull her face away, he felt a patch of wetness.

"What's there to cry about?" Thinking that she was moved, Shen Zhaodu turned around and picked up his sleeves to wipe away the falling tears, "Okay, don't cry anymore."

Shen Ni turned away and said indifferently: "If you don't understand this painting, of course you don't know what is worth crying about."

Not liking the look of disgust in her eyes, Shen Zhaodu held the back of her head and wiped away her tears forcefully: "It's just a portrait. Am I blind?"

She is the one who doesn’t understand people.

She didn't understand his urgency when he broke through the palace gate, didn't understand his hope when he stepped into Hanzhang Palace, and didn't understand his anger and unwillingness when he saw the building empty.

I don’t even understand his sense of nirvana after losing and regaining something.

But it doesn't matter, they have a long time to come, and he can tell her all the time.

"Shen Ni, we..."

"Do you know who painted this painting?"