Fu Jun felt that something was wrong, turned his head to look, but saw a person standing under the brocade curtain. Tall and sturdy, with handsome eyebrows, starry eyes reflected in the candlelight, warm and moist as water-soaked jade.

King Liu Yun?!

When did he come?

Fu Jun blinked, a little unable to believe his eyes. Then he stood up, and was very hesitant for a while, not knowing whether to kneel and salute and say "Your Majesty", or squat down and say "Your Highness".

Looking at the little girl in front of her with a calm but helpless look, Liu Yun's eyes had a hint of a smile.

"I'm coming to see you." He said softly, "Excuse me." ”

Fu Jun squatted down at him like a stream, and then raised his head and stared at him, his clear eyes were like autumn water, clear and clear in the candlelight.

Liu Yun looked at her, for no reason, a trace of burning heat crossed his fingers.

He seems to never forget that time.

On the shore of Qiongyu Lake in the depths of winter, he hugged her, his fingers brushing her slender waist. That kind of tenderness and softness, through the heavy fabric, trembled from the fingertips to the tip of the heart. Every time he thinks about it, his heart ripples round and round.

This feeling was the first time for him.

Usually, he was not unmoved. There has never been a shortage of women around him, and he has always thought that the **** between him and women is just like the time sequence, from warm to cool, and it is only a few nights or more than ten nights.

However, this girl named Fu Jun let him know for the first time that there is another kind of heartbeat in this world, just looking at the other party's eyes, he has palpitations and can't help himself.

Sometimes think about it. He'll feel ridiculous.

is already a lot older, and I am actually excited for a little girl. He should treat her as a junior, not a woman he likes.

However, the more you press it like this, the stronger the heartbeat feeling becomes.

It's just the least important touch, and it doesn't even get on the skin. The tremor at the tip of the heart is like an imprint, and it will last for a long time.

When he was a teenager, Jin Ge Iron Horse, flawless ****, and returned to Beijing with a sense of significance, what awaited him was a dilemma full of crises and a catastrophe if he took one wrong step. He is like a marionette, living in the will of others.

What is Joy? What is emotion? What makes it memorable? He had never really experienced it.

He put all his energy out of his body. Strive to play the image of an idle prince. Try to make all the fakes look as real as possible. After such a long time, he has even forgotten what else is true in this world?

Until that day, he met her in the //nursery.

That sunny spring day was like an open box. It's in that box. It's something he's never seen since he's been young.

It's so beautiful. Like the first birth of morning dew. It is unbearable to touch, and it is intoxicating.

His heart, which has been silent for more than ten years, is from that moment. Start beating again.

"I don't know what to do, I go deep."

He suddenly remembered the poem.

Perhaps, this is what the world calls "heart joy".

He has some understanding of those who risk the world's condemnation because of their mutual affection. At this moment, he knew he shouldn't have come, but he came anyway.

He can't control his feet, he can't control his heart.

Originally, he only planned to take a walk to relax, but he walked to Meiyuan by ghost, and deliberately drove everyone down.

He didn't know what he wanted to do.

He had already done so before he realized it.

And at this moment, looking at the girl standing opposite, her moist skin was reflected in the candlelight, her eyebrows and eyes were clear, and her red lips were slightly pursed, for some reason, he suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation.

It was as if, in the face of her, all his self-control would become extraordinarily fragile.

Liu Yun turned his gaze, glanced at the purple jade flute hanging on the wall, and asked softly, "Are you still used to living?" ”

"His Royal Highness Xie asked, the courtiers live well." Fu Jun said.

Liu Yun took two steps into the room, stood closer to her, and glanced at her face carefully.

She still lowered her eyebrows, but the butterfly hairpin on her sideburns trembled slightly.

His heart seemed to tremble.

"You look much better." He rolled his eyes away, and said softly, "I've been busy these days, so I didn't come to see you, and I forgot to thank you for saving Ah Zheng." ”

Fu Jun knew that he was referring to Hu Changdong, so he smiled and said, "It's also a fluke for the courtiers." Her Royal Highness the princess is blessed, so she can be fine without courtiers. ”

Liu Yun looked at Fu Jun and felt a little lost in his heart.

She looked cold and polite again.

He remembered that she had lost her temper at him by the Qiongyu Lake, and in the ginkgo forest, and she ignored her angrily, like a cute kitten. He remembered the adoring and reddish look she had when he taught her archery.

I don't know when she didn't have that look like that when she faced him.

Liu Yun's hand behind him tightened.

He suddenly couldn't imagine how chilling it would feel if one day she became a stranger to him.

Almost instantly, a thought popped into his mind.

No, not suddenly. It is not so much that this is a sudden and temporary occurrence, but that in the subconscious, he has been premeditating and thinking for a long time.

In the past, he couldn't mention it, and he didn't dare to mention it. Because he is the prince who is bound to Beijing, his proximity to her will only harm her and put her in danger.

But now, everything is different.

He is about to own the whole world. Well, maybe he could have her too...... Done?

At that moment, Liu Yun once again felt an uncontrollable feeling.

The hot currents of his fingers behind him were so hot that he could barely hold them. At the same time, his voice rushed out of his throat uncontrollably: "I actually want to ask you, are you willing...... With me? ”

He heard his own faint voice echo through the room, like a flowing wind, passing by him.

He wasn't sure if he was shocked.

There was an indescribable silence in the room.

Both of them were a little apprehensive.

Not only Fu Jun, but also Liu Yun.

He didn't understand why he was asking.

However, after a little breath, there was a surge of certainty and peace in his heart.

He should have done this a long time ago.

Hasn't she always been lonely and weak, with no one to take care of her? Then it's up to him to take care of her and cherish her. As long as he is there, who in this world will dare to bully her and calculate her?

At that moment, he was unprecedentedly happy. When he looked at her, it was like looking at the most precious treasure in the world, and in his eyes, except for her, she could no longer tolerate others.

Fu Jun looked at Liu Yun, and his brain was short blank.

The candle flame is faint, and the room is full of spring temperature. The warmth made her feel like a dream.

Did she hear it wrong?

Liu Yun is confessing to her?

How is this possible? Liu Yun is the future monarch, the latest emperor of the Han Dynasty. He actually came to confess to her?

Did she sleep too much and hallucinate?

However, Fu Jun soon dispelled this senseless self-confusion.

She wasn't dreaming, she wasn't hallucinating.

Liu Yun, the British king in front of him, was staring at her with burning eyes. The emotion in his eyes was so strong that Fu Jun almost didn't dare to look at it directly. (To be continued.) )