The moonlight is hazy, the breeze is rising, the lake is rippling, and the willow branches are dancing with the breeze. Feng Lian stepped on the stars, walking with the silence of the night, with bright eyes and bright teeth, extremely bewitching, and the collision of brightness and solemnity seemed so harmonious.

Pushing the door in, it was still the red of the day, the red silk veil was lifted, and the hazy candlelight filled the air, warm and welcoming.

Feng Lian stood on the edge of the bed, looking at the sleeping face, listening to Uncle Dong's reply to her to cut her own use, not asking where he was, not causing trouble, abiding by his duty, staying quietly in the backyard, and unconsciously came to Hongshang Garden.

Before this, he had married four princesses, no matter what the reason led to their deaths, he didn't have a trace of feeling in his heart, he would marry again when he died!

He knew that his reputation was not very good, and the threshold for continuing the string was lowered again and again, and he chose Jian Yanfeng's young daughter because Zuo Meng said that she was hard, of course, there were other reasons in Zuo Meng's heart.

Feng Lian's face was as usual, her slightly feminine face was always expressionless, and she calmly took off her clothes and lay on the side of the person on the couch.

Jian Ke turned his body slightly sideways and didn't wake up, as if he noticed that someone around him was unconsciously approaching the warmth, and the snow lotus jade arm stretched out her small hand and easily and naturally rested on her broad chest, quietly changing into a comfortable position.

Feng Lian was still indifferent, he had been alone for a long time and was not used to it, but he seemed to like it in his heart.

Looking down at the sleeping person who looked like a kitten, her slender hand with a rough feeling, she lifted her small minibus and looked at it carefully...... The yellow candlelight shone on her young face, her eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes were thick and long, like butterfly feathers resting on her eyes, and her delicate little face was more agile than the portrait of Zomona...... That night, Jian Ke had a very beautiful dream, in which she returned to her previous life, her husband kissed her lips gently, with infinite doting in his eyes...... Smiled sweetly in the dream.

The morning light swept the earth, gently, driving away the silence of the night, and the noisy noise of busyness in the palace gradually rose.

Jian Ke opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was a fair-skinned side face.

His appearance made Jian Ke more and more dumbfounded, he had never seen such a beautiful face in his life, only to see this person turn his head sideways, look at her at dusk, and suddenly there seemed to be a storm in his heart, it was really a response to the sentence of the dragon, her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat beyond description.

"Lord Wang?"

Jian Ke's temptation can hide the waves in his heart.

"Hmm!"

Someone answered, then lay down again and closed his long, narrow eyes.

When did he come in?

Quietly, she has always slept lightly, how could she not notice that a big living person came in and slept on the same couch with her in a grand manner!

Jian Ke opened her mouth wide, her expression was very surprised, she had always thought that the war king was a fierce and vicious man, but she didn't expect it to be a cold beauty.

If this cold beauty didn't make a sound, she would definitely think that he was a woman, so beautiful that she was ashamed of herself.

It was still early, and before she could get up, the room was quiet again, and even the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

Jian Ke swallowed his saliva, carefully lying motionless next to this good-looking man.

She forced herself to close her eyes and pretend to sleep for a while as if nothing had happened, and how could she let herself appear unsatisfactory when there was a woman lying next to a man and still indifferent?

As soon as her waist tightened, Jian Ke was brought into a strong embrace, and compared to her smaller, Feng Lian's broad physique was particularly strong.

In the face of such a face, everyone has a love for beauty, and Jian Ke did not resist in his heart, but his heartbeat was shocked by this move,...... When a man gets up in the morning, he is most likely to be impulsive, but even Fenglian just hugged him and did not make any other movements.

Embraced by a man who gathers the spirit of heaven and earth, who is as beautiful as a ghostly axe but not feminine, Jian Ke naturally has no sleep, and is obediently held by a man named Fujun.

"Doesn't Your Highness have to go to court early today?"

Jian Ke asked softly.

Feng Lian opened his eyes when he heard this, and it was already past the time of the early dynasty to go: "Hmm! ”

In response, he didn't move without a trace of procrastination, and sat on the edge of the bed with his back to Jian Ke for a long time without him making any moves.

Is this waiting for you to serve?

Jian Ke obediently got out of bed, took Feng Lian's clothes, and said in a low voice: "The concubine is waiting for the prince to freshen up!" ”

Feng Lian naturally stood up, and his wife dressed him, these things are usually done by himself, but Zuo Meng said that if he has a lady, he should let the lady wait.

The maids who were waiting for Jian Ke's living came in one after another, and saw that the prince was cheering up inside, and he was not curious about when the cold-faced prince would enter the Red Dress Garden.

After dressing and grooming, Feng Lian walked out of the Red Dress Garden without stopping, without verbal communication, and did not even look at his newlywed wife.

Jian Ke didn't feel strange about this, but felt that this man gave people the feeling of running away.

He disappeared again, didn't explain to Jian Ke, and still looked like the dragon was in sight.

The Kyoto Imperial Garden, which is a place for the royal family to hunt, has a canyon behind the mountain forest, and there is a cave hidden under the abyss of the canyon.

There is no sunlight in the cave all day long, and water droplets continue to drip from the cracks in the rocks, forming a small pool of water in the cave, and the water droplets make a clear sound.

In the autumn tiger season, it is hot as summer outside, but the cave is very cold, and there is a lot of moss growing on the rocks, and the whole cave is immersed in green desolation.

A sauce-colored figure, flying down, through the clouds and mist, the slender figure hung proudly in the air and the water, the toes tapped the water, and the slender fingers were raised, and the stone wall in the cave was lit with fire.

I saw that there were two sarcophagi in the center of the pool, one large and one small, the sarcophagus was the same as the color of white jade, and there were solid wood furniture and wooden horses for children to play around, and there was a woman's dresser, and the columns in front of the coffin were like a shrunken palace, although it was built on the water surface, there was no musty and rancid smell in the air.

Feng Lian hadn't set foot here for a long time, his hand stroked the slightly larger sarcophagus, and with a push of one hand, the coffin opened naturally, and the people lying inside were still beautiful, like sleeping faces, without giving people a terrifying anger at all.

"The Mother ......"

Feng Lian whispered softly, but he always got a response from the person in the coffin, his eyes lost the coldness of the past, dyed with a touch of sadness that could not be concealed, and murmured: "She looks like you!" ”

That night, her sleeping face, although slightly immature, reminded him of the buried and the concubine in the deep pool, so similar, embraced in his arms as if the concubine was still alive.

Royal Curse "Crusade of the Nation"

not only killed his mother, but also killed his younger brother who had just been born, when he was young, he had complained about his master countless times, why did he save "them"

But he didn't save his mother and younger brother, he was so ruthless, watching them die, and there was not even a place for the mother and son in the imperial tomb......