No matter what he saw at this time, it was the real innocence, or an appearance that Lin Cardamom showed him with his heart, he liked it. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info such a sweet her, please him.

At this moment, the smile that bloomed like a flower disappeared, and the little white jade-like peach-colored face showed a confused expression, and a trace of confusion rose from the mist in the eyes, and they looked at him straight for a moment.

In the depths of those eyes, Li Haotian could vaguely see the figure of Ang hiding in the Nine Dragons robe.

These eyes overlapped with another pair of eyes from many years ago in his memory, and the similar background around him gave Li Haotian the illusion of going back in time.

How long has it been? Has anyone ever seen him so clearly in his eyes?

In my memory, the people who were able to do this are no longer alive. I thought I would never meet again in this life.

Cardamom panted softly by a porcelain tank, and a newly opened lotus flower swayed and ruffled her hair. The beads of sweat on his forehead contrasted with the few drops of dew on the lotus flower.

The pale pink flowers set off her face, which made her face even more white and pink.

"How did you get here?"

"What?"

Li Haotian was stunned, and his gaze turned from her face back to hers.

"You shouldn't have come."

Cardamom sighed softly, lowered her head, and flicked the lotus flower in the water.

“……”

When he came to his palace and saw his would-be concubine, how could he still say "shouldn't"?

Li Haotian was silent.

If the title of the Son of Heaven is removed, tonight, he is just Li Haotian. As a man, he broke into a woman's boudoir in the middle of the night without permission, although it was provided by him, and it seemed that there was something wrong with it.

But Cardamom's words seemed to have another deep meaning, with a trace of regret and a touch of melancholy and helplessness.

The light eyebrows, the faint sorrow floating between the eyebrows, inexplicably touched his heart.

The hand slowly raised, trying to wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead and soothe the sorrow between her eyebrows.

However, her surname is Lin, and this surname represents everything that is enough to extinguish all the flames that may arise. The hand that was stretched out in the air retracted.

"You're not happy?"

"I, like this lotus, have no freedom."

"Is it because of this palace?"

At this time, she looked out of place with the tall and gorgeous palaces around her, like a hollow valley orchid transplanted into the garden, and like a lark under house arrest in a cage, losing her freedom, but she had already given up her futile struggle, just melancholy, just looking at the sky outside with a longing.

Such a woman makes people feel pity, and makes people have the urge to embrace her in her arms and take it for herself. It seems that if you let go of her, you will lose her forever.

"No, not all."

Cardamom shook her head, stretched out a finger, stirred the sparkling pool, and suddenly picked up her white robe and shuttled through the pots of lotus flowers, her steps were quick and messy, and her voice became a little tense and depressed.

"I am like this lotus flower, which is planted in a pot and raised in a greenhouse, although it has escaped the ravages of cold wind and rain, but it is also less moisturized by the sun and rain. Since it was planted in this pot, it can no longer freely enjoy the wind and frost of heaven and earth, and reproduce in all seasons. But what difference does it make to move from one place to another, from a small pot to a large pot? ”

She suddenly froze.

If the second lady saw her tonight and heard these words she said to a "stranger" tonight, what would she think and say? Will he scold her for not being inappropriate and contented? Or would she say she was delusional? Talk?

She looked up and looked once more into the unfathomable darkness of the eyes in front of her.

The eyes looked at her in the same way, as if the sky was dark, and there was only him and her, a man and a woman.

The pair of black pools were a bottomless trap that made her anxious to dodge.

"It doesn't matter, you don't like to keep lotus flowers in pots, then dig a pond in the courtyard, raise a pond of lotus flowers, and wait until spring opens tomorrow, you can enjoy the beauty of the lotus pond in all seasons."

The soft, gentle voice didn't seem to belong to him, and those words sounded more like coaxing a child and seducing.

"Really?" Cardamom's eyes widened.

"Nature is true." Emperor Chrysostom, will anyone still doubt it?

"Right here?" Cardamom pointed out the door and asked curiously. It is said that this Kun'an Palace has been like a day for 20 years, and almost all the things and furnishings have remained the same as they were 20 years ago.

"It's in this Kun'an Palace." That place in the side yard should be just right to dig a lotus pond.

"Will you help me?"

Some of the tricks are too much, or are all women coquettish like this?

"Okay."

He had everything in him that would bewitch and tempt all women: supreme power, handsome looks, a kingly temperament, and a warmth that should not belong to this man.

The heart of an eighteen-year-old girl, can she be exempt from vulgarity?

"It's late at night, it's time for you to rest."

At this time, Li Haotian was not sure if her mind was still very clear, whether she knew who was talking to her. It's just that the happy smile that resurfaced on that beautiful face made him naturally want to seduce her further.

Put aside the oppression of power and the fate of marriage, and use pure and natural masculine charm to charm the woman who makes him a little excited at this time.

Everything was so nice and exciting.

"It's time to rest."

Cardamom muttered to herself and walked towards the inner room. When I came to the bedside, I heard the sound of clothes behind me.

"I'm not used to sleeping with people."

“… It doesn't matter, this bed is big enough, you sleep on one side, I sleep on the other. ”

The night was really late, and the birds were asleep.

In the silence of the night, there were intermittent conversations and sounds of unknown meaning.

"I'm not a child, I don't want you to hold me."

……

"I... Don't..."

……

"I... You..."

……

For a long time, for a long time, for a long time, everything was quiet again.

"Haotian."

"Huh?"

"This is my husband's name."

“……”

In the dark, Li Haotian, who should have been half-asleep, opened his eyes and smiled.

It turns out that this little cardamom, from beginning to end, knows who he is and knows whose arms she is in to cross the most critical threshold in her life.

Whether she was a lark or a orchid, he had already made up his mind to keep her.