Without saying a word, the king slowly raised his hand.

It feels like a slap to the person next to the pillow. Yukun didn't dodge.

The night breeze through the hall sifted into the main hall and scattered the curling incense and thin Hunan curtains. The curtain flew around, but the expected slap did not fall on Yukun's handsome face.

"Why, since you have such great courage, you dare to disobey the will of the lonely king. Rou Dai raised her eyebrows and hooked her lips, and exhaled at his rich eyelashes, and her voice became softer, "Why don't you know how to avoid things that shouldn't be accepted?" The moonlight is faint and faint, and the night light is cold and faint, and the king at this time is so bloodthirsty that it is terrifying to bring a starting point. He soothed his fingers, caressed his lover's forehead, eyebrows, eyes, and cheeks, and his evil gaze suddenly softened, doting and pampering, "Are you afraid?" he lowered his eyebrows and complained, "Good, I won't hurt you, I won't touch a hair of you when I kill everyone in the world......"

The brocade mattress covered with gardenias fluctuated, and the snow-white petals rose into the air due to the frequency of vibration, and fell on the tent, the couch, the ground, and the two of them...... It's all over the place.

Yukun suddenly got up, pressed Rou Dai on the bed and kissed herself wildly.

The fierce and fiery love came too suddenly, the king was defenseless, and hugged his lover's neck with his backhand, and muttered between his lips: "What I should be afraid of... I'm afraid of it......" His heart suddenly felt sour, and the ripples of grievances made him faint in pain, and a tear slowly slipped through Danfeng's narrow eyes. He was moved with true feelings.

The gardenias that are flying freely in the air, recovering from the secluded distance, bringing a burst of gloomy and cold fragrance, as if with a deep smile, elaborating on some ancient flower language.

The lover's burning kiss left a faint mark at the corner of Rou Dai's eyebrows: "Your Majesty, what's so terrible?" During his rapid breathing, Yu Kun raised his eyes to look at him and whispered comfort, "The minister has always been by Your Majesty's side." ”

"But......" Rou Dai raised her eyebrows slowly, "you disobeyed me." The bewitching face was matched with this ambiguous tone, and the straightforward seduction suddenly appeared in the middle, and he continued, "You say...... How am I going to punish you?"

"Leave it to your Majesty. The green gauze tent hooked the crook of the arm, and Yukun tied the corner of the curtain in a knot and set it back in its place.

"I can't open my mouth. Rou Dai's soft tone was smiling, "I can't bear to hit you......?" You are really my magic barrier......" The tear that slipped from the corner of his eye had not disappeared, he lowered his eyebrows, with a deep smile of helplessness, "I will punish you to stay by my side for the rest of your life, treat me well, and love me...... Can you plead guilty?"

The room is full of charm, and the curling musk evokes the most primitive pure desire invasion: "Confession." "Two very simple words, Yukun Wen Cun corresponds.

The musk smell in the air became more and more intense, and it was like a big perverse hand slowly swimming in the river of fate. The gardenia ripples in silvery white waves under the rendering of the night, forming a stark contrast to the bone-deep darkness of the missing fingers.

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It was the turn of spring and summer, and in the middle of the night, an unbearable feeling of heat invaded the whole body, and Yukun's dream was disturbed like this.

He habitually glanced sideways at Rou Dai, who was not disturbed by him, holding him with one hand, curled up in his arms like a good cat.

At this time, the king had fallen asleep, and he had a good dream. The beautiful eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of dark gray mist against the background of the dream and the night, and they became more and more beautiful and in full swing.

The king gave all his trust to Yu Kun, no matter how hot or cold the climate or the weather was cloudy or sunny, with Yu Kun by his side, he never slept soundly.

The thin brocade like a cicada's wings was slipped off the waists of the two, and Yukun gently let go of the king, and took the brocade quilt to cover the king. Glancing at the nightlight by the window, he suddenly wanted to go out and breathe.

After dark, the dormitory was extremely quiet, and there was not even a single person to serve. This was a habit that the king had been doing for many years, and he liked the feeling of being alone with his lover, as if there were only two of them left in heaven and earth.

The dark cyan vision suddenly brightened, and the hidden Yuehua re-exposed half of her body. With the glowing glow of fireflies, Yukun methodically walked towards the door.

The Hunan curtain with pearl and jade enamel suddenly floated, and his vision was in a trance, and Yukun glanced at the deep carved door intentionally or unintentionally, but he was shocked.

The originally closed door leaf has become a state of concealment at some point, and in the immersion of the night, it is like a squinting beast with slightly open teeth, which is very strange and terrifying.

Could it be the wind? The Janissaries' natural sensitivity caused him to stop his steps and only stare at it carefully.

One door separates two places of light and dark. The fluorescence of the moon is faintly scattered in the subtle gaps of the door, condensed and brightened little by little. Little by little, the field of vision became clearer. But while he could really see the depth of field outside the crack in the door, Yu Kun only felt a basin of cold water splashed down the top of his head on the spot.

In the cracks of the carved dark veins of the door, there was no more, no less, just half of the scene, it was half a human face, it was—the dead former queen!

The moonlight is faint and the night is cold, this is like a carefully depicted half-face makeup, and it only feels creepy in the eyes. Her complexion was extremely white, miserable white, white like a ghost, the long black hair that spread over her shoulders blended and intertwined with the night, one color, her lips were as scarlet as human blood, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised in an arc, as if there was a hint of a sinister smile, and it seemed to be just solemn; between the snow-white scarlet infinitely permeated people, the one eye embedded in her face was especially devouring!

The night breeze ruffled her long hair loose over her shoulders, and the messy strands of hair danced in the wind, instantly obscuring her face. She didn't move, she just stood quietly in the natural barrier of the night, holding an infinitely terrifying and solemn cold look, looking at Yukun, like a lifeless statue of a god......