Green Sleeves looked at Gu Sanniang, who looked like she was wandering out of the world, and sighed slightly, she was not stupid, every secret guard was not stupid, because of His Majesty's slight disclosure and acquiesced in the private communication, she also knew a lot, and naturally understood the strangeness of Gu Sanniang's group of people.

Demons? Thinking that it was Daji Ximei and the like, thanks to His Majesty's cultivation, she remembered that Daji Ximei seemed to be a figure in ancient myths and legends who charmed the king and killed Zhongliang.

Do you want to kill me? Scold.

Gu Sanniang lowered her head, looked at her slender and beautiful fingers, and smiled slightly, as beautiful as a fairy:

Gu Sanniang stood there silently and motionless, and Green Sleeves looked at her gradually firmer eyes, and her heart tightened. In fact, they don't think much of Gu Sanniang, after all, plagiarism is a manifestation of moral turpitude, and plagiarism is exposed, that is, the brain is not good, a person with a bad brain and moral corruption, although there are strange means, they will not bother much. But why do you suddenly feel that something is different?

Green Sleeves narrowed his eyes, these secret guards are extremely sensitive to the sense of aura, there will be no mistake, it seems that the situation has changed, these, must be known to His Majesty.

Something fell on his face, cool and cool, and when the green sleeves looked up, the sky was covered with gray and white clouds, and it was spring rain.

This is the second rain this spring, not sooner or later to come, Your Majesty will not worry about the drought this year, she thought, although there are so many demons and monsters, but with Your Majesty, there are thousands of people in the Great Jin Dynasty, evil does not prevail over good, they will never be the losing side. took a deep breath and let out the last cruel sentence loudly: "The old lady is going back, don't fall into the hands of the old lady, damn little slut, make you look good!" ”

I really don't know where Your Majesty heard these vulgar words.

The spring thunder sounded, the rain gradually intensified, and Emperor Chengyan got up and closed the window. Qiao An and the secret guard had already retreated, and the housekeepers and servants of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion did not dare to disturb him, he enjoyed the atmosphere of being alone with his Rong Qing, although, Emperor Chengyan raised his eyebrows, although his Rong Qing had already fallen asleep.

The humidity is very heavy, Rong Gu's serious injury has not healed, I think it is very uncomfortable, I don't know if the panacea from Gu Sanniang has worked. Just thinking about it, Rong Gu suddenly made a voice that startled Emperor Chengyan: "Water ......"

She asked for water. Emperor Chengyan got up again and went to the desk to get tea, but fortunately, it was warm. But when she came to the bedside with tea, she didn't know what to do, she had a tea cup in her hand, how to help her get up, how to feed water? A hand? His face darkened slightly, he sneered, and calmly returned the same way to put the teacup back on top of the case.

"Rong Qing ......" went back to the bedside and called, but there was no response.

Leaned over and helped her up and leaned on the edge of the bed, the brocade quilt slipped off, the neckline was open, and the white silk intertwined on her chest was ...... Emperor Chengyan covered her tightly, is that a chest corset? He secretly wondered if it was uncomfortable to be tied up like this, why bother, and called in a low voice: "Rong Qing?" ”

Although I know that this is a good way to feed water, I am not afraid that you will be difficult for me, and I am afraid that you will be difficult for yourself.

"Your Majesty?" Rong Gu opened his eyes, how could he be half confused.

Helpless, the distance is a little farther away, there is no way, the prevention is like a thief.

Is this wary of habits? Your brain is confused, look at your burning red face, what kind of garlic is forced, the sweat on your head, the green tendons on your neck, is that painful? Thinking that the panacea can cure the disease but it will hurt a lot, maybe...... He snorted softly, maybe that medicine is for demons and monsters, and it doesn't work as well on ordinary people as it does when it is used on themselves.

Raised his eyebrows and said, "What does Rong Qing want to say?" Turned your face and didn't recognize people? Which one is the envoy to hand over the tea? ”

"I don't dare to do this!"

Emperor Chengyan had already prepared, and stopped Rong Gu from kneeling down on the bed, and hugged him unceremoniously, and then sighed in her ear: "Qing is this, throw yourself into your arms?" ”

Sure enough, after finishing speaking, I saw him Rong Qing stunned, cough, there was always a feeling of bullying. "Your Majesty, ...... you" "What, I'm shameless?" "Your Majesty!"

Xi Zizi leaned over her shoulder and chuckled. He found that he had mastered a skill, and he couldn't talk about it at length, but it was far worse than being shameless and tolerant. The effect seems to be ...... Not bad.

Forcibly took her hand, well, very obedient, straightened his fingers one by one, well, although nervous but did not resist, but slowly relaxed, raised his head to meet her dark eyes, somehow, his heart suddenly sour.

"Don't be afraid." He heard his own voice, not knowing whether to comfort her or himself. His Rong Qing is not afraid of it, he has never seen the word "afraid" from her in his life, so he is afraid?

Ten fingers intertwined, and he was satisfied to see the shadows of the two of them overlapping in one place under the candle shadow.

Outside the window, the wind thundered.

Kyoto Castle West.

The west of the city is full of rich and noble families, but there is also a difference between rich and noble. The most noble of the Great Jin Dynasty is naturally appointed by the first emperor to assist the current Zhenbei Marquis Ronggu, followed by several great families, these families have not been underestimated in the previous dynasty, although the Great Jin Dynasty heavy martial arts and light literary families have been suppressed, but the family is a family, give a chance, you can rise from the clouds.

The Murong family.

Miss Elder Boudoir. The maids were all dismissed, the candle shadow shook slightly, and the eldest lady Murong Qing, who was sitting on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with a handkerchief, closed her eyes, and said nothing. Her fingertips were trembling, and her teeth were clenched in one place, as if she were in some great pain.

Her face was as pale as paper, and she scoffed.

Thunder rolls. She chuckled:

Murong Qing lifted his eyelids, his eyes were bloodshot, pitch black, but there was brilliance. She asked nonchalantly.

Murong Qing was silent, and the system persuaded again, although it had said these words countless times:

He's good, he's noble, I'm going to get up? What kind of reasoning is this?

Where is the use you understand, I understand, you don't understand, so I'm human, you're just the system.

At least I've tried to find a lot of useful things, and what you see is clearly what I want you to see.

[I promised.] She said lightly.