Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 799: Startling Heart Mingyu 11

Kangxi held her in his arms, rested his chin on her forehead, and said softly: "I treat you well because you deserve my kindness."

Mingyu snuggled in his warm embrace, listening to his strong heartbeat, and felt an unprecedented sense of security. She knew that Kangxi was speaking from the heart, and that he treated her differently.

Mingyu raised her head and took the initiative to kiss the corner of Kangxi's mouth: "Your Majesty, I will never have such wild thoughts again."

Kangxi's breathing gradually became rapid, and his eyes became darker. Mingyu's obedience and gentleness were more like a small fire, slowly stirring the fire in his heart.

He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Mingyu's tender lips.

This kiss was different from the previous light kiss. It was a bit overbearing and predatory, as if it wanted to swallow her whole. Mingyu was stunned at first, then she closed her eyes shyly and responded to his passion.

The red candles in the hall flickered, illuminating the entangled figures of the two people.

"Your Majesty..." Mingyu called softly, with a hint of coquettishness in her voice.

Kangxi stopped and looked at her shy appearance, feeling even more affectionate in his heart. He gently kissed her forehead and said softly, "Call me Xuanye..."

"Xuan...Xuan Ye." Mingyu's voice was as thin as a mosquito and her cheeks were flushed.

Kangxi's heart was moved. This girl's cry made his heart melt. He kissed her lips again, this time more gently and tenderly...

In the quiet residence of the Eighth Master, Ruoxi lay on the bed, breathing weakly.

A few days ago, she angered the emperor because she and Mingyu fell into the water, and was beaten mercilessly by Kangxi. Now she is covered with bruises and can only rest in bed.

Ruolan came every day, but just asked about the palace maid Ruoxi's injury as a routine and then left in silence.

In the past, the two sisters could talk about anything, but now they are so distant, which makes Ruoxi even more depressed.

The next day, she asked tentatively, "Sister, are you still angry with me?"

Ruolan remained silent and turned away, her skirt sweeping across the threshold, raising a cloud of dust. Ruoxi was left lying alone on the bed, staring at the carved ceiling with an empty look in her eyes.

She pulled the corners of her mouth and laughed at herself. Her body was so fragile that she would be half dead after just a few beatings.

Ruoxi struggled to get up, and a sharp pain came over her. She couldn't help but gasp. She lifted the quilt, feeling aggrieved.

She didn't understand. It was Mingyu who provoked her first, and falling into the water was an accident, but in the end she was the one who was punished!

Ruoxi felt more and more wronged the more she thought about it, and her tears soaked the pillow. She clutched the quilt tightly, her knuckles turning white, and her heart was filled with resentment and resentment.

Why? Just because Mingyu is the younger sister of the Eighth Lady, can you confuse right and wrong and bully others at will?

Ruoxi's chest rose and fell violently, and she felt like she was about to suffocate. She wanted to scream, wanted to resist, but found that she could do nothing.

She was just a time traveler, living in this fragile body. In this place where people were eaten without leaving any bones, she was as small as an ant, at the mercy of others.

Qiaohui walked into the room lightly, carrying a lunch box. Seeing Ruoxi struggling to sit up, she quickly stepped forward to support her: "Second Miss, why did you get up? The doctor said you need to lie down properly."

Ruoxi leaned against the bed, her face pale and her lips chapped. She asked weakly, "Qiaohui, you're back? Mingyu...how is she? Has she been punished?"

Qiao Hui hesitated, her eyes flickering, and after a long while she managed to utter, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty took Princess Mingyu into the palace and took care of her without taking off her clothes for two days and two nights..."

Ruoxi couldn't believe it, why!

She grabbed Qiaohui's hand, her fingertips turning white with force: "What did you say? Undressed? Take care of? The Emperor..."

Qiaohui was startled by her and nodded quickly: "Yes..."

"How is it possible? Your Majesty... Mingyu and Your Majesty?" Ruoxi had experienced several relationships in modern times and had seen countless people, so she immediately understood.

Qiao Hui hesitated, her eyes flickering, and after a while she mustered up the courage to say, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

She paused, as if she couldn't speak: "The Emperor has already canonized Mingyugege as Consort Zhao!"

"Noble Concubine Zhao?" Ruoxi muttered to herself, fragments of history flashing through her mind, but she could not piece together any information about this Noble Concubine Zhao.

In the Qing history that she knew, there were many concubines with famous titles in Kangxi's harem, and there were also several noble concubines, but she had never heard of the title "Zhao".

Could it be that the butterfly effect caused by my time travel changed the course of history?

She bit her lower lip hard, trying to keep herself awake. Changing history? How could she, an ordinary person, have such a great ability?

But if it weren't for her, how could Kangxi have noticed Mingyu? In history, Kangxi had three thousand beauties in his harem, but he had never heard of any Concubine Zhao being so favored.

"Qiaohui, are you sure...the emperor really appointed Mingyu as Consort Zhao?"

Qiao Hui nodded vigorously, her eyes full of envy: "It's absolutely true! The entire Forbidden City knows about it! Concubine Zhao is now the apple of the emperor's eye!"

The one at the top of her heart? She remembered that in history, Kangxi's favorite concubine was Concubine Yi. Could it be that Mingyu was Concubine Yi? The age didn't match?

But Concubine Yi was the daughter of the regent Mingzhu, and Mingyu was only the sister of the Eighth Lady...

Although Ruoxi and Mingyu do not get along well and often fight overtly and ridicule each other, as a woman, she still feels a little sorry for Mingyu's experience.

Mingyu is 28 years old, at the prime of her youth, but she has to marry an old man over 50 years old. Ruoxi can understand the helplessness and bitterness in this.

What's more, the emperor has three thousand beauties in his harem, and Mingyu's marriage is just a drop in the ocean. She doesn't know what her future will be like.

A drop in the ocean...yes, a drop in the ocean.

The most abundant thing in this deep palace is beautiful women. No matter how beautiful Mingyu is or how favored she is, she is just a delicate flower in this harem, and sooner or later she will wither.

What should she do then?

If Mingyu is like this, what about her?

Although she didn't have to be chosen into the harem as a concubine, she still had to participate in the selection. She didn't know whether she would end up being a palace maid and wasting time in the palace until she was 25 years old, or would be randomly assigned to someone?

Qiao Hui noticed that Ruoxi looked unhappy, so she asked cautiously, "Second Miss, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ruoxi came back to her senses and forced a smile: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

……

A month passed, and Kangxi stayed in the Qianqing Palace almost every day, accompanying Mingyu every step of the way.

Kangxi had not set foot in the harem for several years. Now that he had rekindled his interest in women, the concubines in the harem were all delighted and looked forward to the emperor's favor being bestowed upon them again.