All Heavens: From Joy of Life to The Great Feng Night Watchman

Wang Simu maintained a polite smile, her heart pounding.

What does it matter if I lose a game of chess for a poem by the Heavenly King?

Suppressing her excitement, she took the envelope from Xiao Gang's hand and slowly opened it.

Amidst the thunderous outpouring of her heart, Ms. Wang came across a short poem.

Then, her face turned bright red, and she immediately put the letter away and stuffed it into her sleeve.

"What poem is it? Let me see it!" Lin'an stretched out her fair hand, demanding the letter in a domineering manner.

“No, that’s not appropriate…” Wang Simu was somewhat embarrassed.

Seeing Wang Simu's expression, Lin'an's curiosity grew even stronger.

"If you're not allowed to see it, then you're not leaving the Heavenly King's Palace!"

Biao Biao stood up, put her hands on her hips, and raised her snow-white chin.

Chapter 450 Lin'an: Si Mu, you are definitely more favored than the Empress!

Princess Lin'an, who considered herself knowledgeable in poetry, snatched the poem from Miss Wang's hand, her watery peach blossom eyes quickly scanning the letter.

As she read, she unconsciously read the poem aloud, her delicate eyebrows twitching as if ready to tease Miss Wang at any moment.

"Spring slumber is so sweet, I don't even notice the dawn; in my dreams, I'm dressed lightly..."

The wind and rain raged last night, but my children were enjoying themselves!

After Biao Biao finished reading, her eyes widened in disbelief, and a blush instantly spread across her round face.

Wang Simu blushed, but she couldn't stop Biao Biao from reciting the poem. Li Chang'an's previous exchanges of poems with her had always been very proper.

But today's song is indeed very explicit...

Xiao Gang opened his little mouth, his bright white eyes rolled around, and his face was flushed.

I've really seen something new today. It seems Miss Wang is about to become a princess's sister.

This is a good thing, otherwise, with the princess's naivety, she would often be completely fooled in the Heavenly King's harem.

If Miss Wang were to enter the harem, together with Princess Pingyang, the two of them, along with Princess Lin'an, would form the largest faction in the Heavenly King's harem.

If they don't band together, how can they compete with the powerful and domineering Empress and the aloof Imperial Advisor?

"Simu!" ​​Lin'an put one hand on her hip, pointed at Wang Simu with her little finger while holding the letter.

"Tell me the truth, has His Majesty the Heavenly King ever favored you?"

Wang Simu raised her head, the blush on her face fading slightly, and took Lin An's small hand, saying, "Of course not. If I did, why would I hide it from the princess? We're good friends."

Biao Biao stared at Wang Simu with suspicious eyes, looked him up and down, and finally nodded in satisfaction.

"Indeed, you still look like a virgin..."

Biao Biao reverted to her fierce expression from her teenage years, looking just like a little kitten with its teeth bared and claws out.

"Once you enter the Heavenly King's Palace, you must know your place!"

Wang Simu smiled sweetly, "Of course, Simu will definitely follow Sister Lin'an's lead. I just don't know if the Heavenly King would even look down on me."

A hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, but her face presented a pitiful expression, as if she were anxious and uncertain.

This statement deliberately left room for Lin'an to maneuver, allowing the princess to offer her opinions on the affairs of the country.

Sure enough, seeing Wang Simu's lovesick appearance reminded Lin'an of how she was teased by Li Chang'an back then.

Biao Biao, holding her small hands, sat down on the chair, her breasts, which had grown considerably, standing tall and proud, making her look like a young woman imparting her experience to a girl.

“Oh, if your husband had no feelings for you, why would he write such a poem? It’s obvious that he doesn’t consider you an outsider.”

"You are the daughter of the Grand Secretary, possessing both beauty and talent, and your literary skills even surpass those of Her Majesty the Empress. How could the Heavenly King not like you?"

"Although the Empress is talented, she has a fierce look on her face. If you marry into this family, you will definitely be more favored than her!"

Wang Simu's heart was in her throat. Only Princess Lin'an would dare to say such a thing, and besides, her talent was still inferior to Huaiqing's.

"Besides, the Empress is so busy, how could she have so much time to serve her husband? She has served her husband less often than I have."

Biao Biao raised her chin, twisted her increasingly supple and skillful waist, and spoke with a hint of pride.

What she didn't know was that Huaiqing's one session was as good as ten framed sessions in terms of both time and quality.

With the unlimited blessing of various elixirs, Biao Biao has just stepped into the seventh-grade Qi Refining Realm. However, her comprehension of dual cultivation techniques and the strength of her own Qi are still incomparable to Huai Qing's.

Li Chang'an's harem has begun a full-scale cultivation movement, with Pingyang, Lin'an, and Xu Lingyue all joining the Daoist sect.

Wang Simu seemed greatly encouraged by Lin An's words, but a trace of worry flashed across her beautiful face.

"However, it has been a long time since I have seen His Majesty the Heavenly King."

Lin'an pointed out, "Isn't there a war going on lately? Your husband is very busy. Besides, he wants to have sex with you, so you don't need to go to see him."

"With his supernatural powers, he can appear in your boudoir at any time. Who in the Great Feng Dynasty can stop him?"

Upon hearing Princess Lin'an's words, Wang Simu bit her lip, a faint sense of anticipation rising in her heart.

If even the Heavenly King is writing poems like this, then that day... shouldn't be too far off.

……

That night.

In Wang Simu's boudoir, sitting in the bathtub, Wang Simu's mind was filled with Li Chang'an's erotic poem.

She had to admit that she was really looking forward to the sound of the wind and rain.

She and Li Chang'an were already quite familiar with each other; more than a year had passed since they first started discussing poetry.

In the past year or so, a lot has happened in Da Feng, but all of these things are related to Li Chang'an.

The person she looked up to so much was getting closer and closer to her.

The bathtub was filled with flower petals, their delicate fragrance mingling with the steam, filling the room with a sweet, misty aroma.

Wang Simu scooped up a handful of hot water, raised her pair of fair and flawless arms, and let the gentle water flow from her palms over her arms, eventually running down her neck to her full chest.

The two pert upper parts, glistening with tempting drops of water, looked as if they were floating on the water's surface, so lifelike.

The warm water made Wang Simu feel a little confused.

Her burning hot body writhed unconsciously underwater.

Like many nights before, there are always a few days each month when I especially miss my sweetheart.

"Your Majesty... Heavenly King..." Her rosy lips parted slightly as she called out to the man she had longed for day and night.

The water in the bathtub was gurgling. Wang Simu closed his eyes tightly, his breathing was long and even, and he enjoyed the relaxation and stimulation brought by the hot water.

Just then, Wang Simu suddenly realized that his shoulders were being held down.

Those large hands were very strong, like a pair of iron clamps, firmly gripping the smooth shoulders.

Wang Simu opened her eyes instantly and found the man in front of her looking down at her with a faint smile.

“Heavenly King…” Wang Simu subconsciously tried to cover his chest with his hands, but both his arms were firmly held down.

Her face, which was already slightly flushed, suddenly turned as red as fire.

The humid steam in the room finally drifted into her eyes.

"Simu, you just called me." Li Chang'an smiled knowingly, admiring the beauty in the water without any restraint.

Wang Simu had nowhere to hide, so he could only lower his head and not dare to meet Li Chang'an's eyes.

The delicate woman, as graceful as a lotus emerging from the water, felt the man's fiery and unrestrained gaze. She was secretly delighted and expectant, yet also somewhat apprehensive and uneasy.

"Hmm... Simu called out..." She couldn't lower her head too much because her shoulders were being held firmly down.

Li Chang'an released his arm. "What are you waiting for? Stand up and help me change my clothes."

Wang Simu was trembling all over, her mind blank.

All she knew was that this most powerful man in the Great Feng Dynasty could not be disobeyed.

Even Empress Huaiqing treated him with utmost respect and obedience.

Miss Wang slowly stood up, then lowered her head, turned around, and reached her delicate hands towards Li Chang'an's waist.

……

half a month later.

Xu Mansion.

The lanterns are on.

At the dining table, Xu Xinnian held his bowl, eating with his head down, occasionally glancing up at Ji Baiqing.

His appearance was both unexpected and unsurprising to him.

When an elder suddenly appears in the family, unexpected events are inevitable.

Xu Qi'an has accepted this "biological mother," not because he is particularly close to her, but because she is a good person.

Xu Xinnian thought it was a good thing; since his older brother had brought his birth mother back, then this aunt must be fine.