Nangong Luo Jing looked at the purple dress in a daze, the mist in her eyes gradually blinded her eyes, and the hand that fell on her side slowly lifted and gently placed it on the silky satin.

At this time, silence is better than sound, she understands.

The figures of the two embracing each other cast a faint shadow on the ground through the sunlight.

The sunlight outside the window sprinkled the soft colors of the ground, reflecting the bluestone and jade bricks in the twilight palace, and the butterflies on the jade bricks danced as if they had life.

The wind jumped into the palace through the half-open window, and the light gauze and purple tent of the hall rose and fell one after another by the wind.

In the huge room, except for the sound of the man's light and shallow breathing, there was only one room of silence.

On the soft sleeper, the woman was half-sitting with her eyes lowered in a gauze dress, letting the silver hair hanging down her waist be gently blown by the wind, and the lowered beautiful eyes never moved away from the other person on the soft sleeper.

The fragrance of blue rain really has the effect of calming the mind.

After Feng Yihan bathed in the blue rain flower, he lay down and fell asleep in a drowsy state.

He had told no one to disturb him, so that the man could close his eyes so peacefully, and that he could have a momentary rest in the days when he had not slept peacefully.

Rou Yi gently brushed the silver hair scattered on the soft brocade, and when the light of her eyes turned, it fell on the face of the jade, and there was still an unsolvable knot between the eyebrows in her sleep, and the eyebrows were slightly twisted, with a few wisps of sorrow that had never fallen in front of people.

At that moment, her heart was like breaking the five-flavor bottle, which was both sour and astringent.

He was really tired of her, and reached out to brush the jade handsome face, smoothing the lock between the eyebrows.

The slightly cool touch of Xu fingertips made the dreamer feel a trace of coldness, Feng Yihan turned sideways, reached out and grabbed the woman's waist, and the force of his hand just confined her in the circle formed by his arm.

Nangong Luojing was slightly startled, thinking that he had made a noise to the person in the dream, and he didn't dare to make any more movements, but he didn't expect that after all these actions were over, he was still lying on her side peacefully, and his eyes never raised.

Nangong Luojing breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the futon covering the man's body, carefully covering every leaking gap, she withdrew her hand, and only then moved, the hand that was originally wrapped around her waist moved again, and the hand that pulled the corner of the futon was held in the man's palm, and at this moment, the man's eyes were already half-open.

"Jing'er" he called her name softly, and his low and slightly hoarse voice called her name, which was a little different from the usual feeling, winter had arrived, but Nangong Luojing really felt what it meant to bathe in the spring breeze, and the slightly vague voice revealed a bit of satisfaction, coiling like a promise.

Nangong Luo Jing pulled back his slightly confused thoughts, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stared at Feng Yihan and said, "The king is awake."

"Hmm" he replied softly, let go of the woman's waist, sat up, and smiled lightly at the woman, the tiredness on his face dissipated without a trace, and the brilliance in the phoenix eyes had recovered as before.

The phoenix's eyes locked tightly on the woman in front of her, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and she seemed to be sleeping exceptionally peacefully, whether she was too tired, or because she was by her side.

"What's the matter, Jing'er has dirt on her face" Nangong Luojing saw his smile, her face suddenly turned red, she reached out and rubbed her face a few times, and wanted to get out of bed to take care of her appearance at this time, but fortunately, Feng Yihan grabbed her waist in time and brought her into her arms, so as to prevent her from falling off the bed in a hurry.

"Jing'er, who is not the king, is still radiant, and the country and the city are captivated" He laughed and laughed, and the tenderness overflowing with phoenix eyes spread: "Even if Jing'er doesn't have such a face, it is still the heart of this king" He said casually, but with a firm determination that Nangong Luo Jing could not ignore.

"Your Majesty" Nangong Luo Jing stared at him, filtered his words back and forth in his mind a few times in his heart, and then slowly lay down, pillowed his head on the man's lap, wrapped his hands around the man's body, pulled a smile, and said softly: "Does the king have something to say to Jing'er?" is a question sentence, but at this time Nangong Luo Jing clearly knows that this question sentence is actually a positive answer.

Feng Yihan's hand caressing Nangong Luojing's shoulder paused, and the complex colors in the phoenix's eyes changed differently.

He sighed to himself, knowing that everything would not escape her eyes

Pulled the woman's shoulders, held the woman's face with both hands, and the four eyes were facing each other, with a little clarity in those beautiful eyes, but there was a little confusion that could not be dispersed, so that his heart felt soft for a while, and said softly: "What rumors have you heard?"

Nangong Luojing shook her head slightly, and just as she was about to say no, the cold touch on her lips swallowed back the words in her mouth alive.

The surprise in his eyes dissipated, Nangong Luo Jing closed his eyes, and let him wantonly plunder, feeling his kiss with his heart, but there was a bit of a domineering kiss in the gentleness.

His kiss was long and delicate, with all kinds of tenderness, but also with all kinds of bitterness.

"Your Majesty, if the world and her can only choose one of them, which one will you choose" The woman's faint words echoed in her ears, hammering heavily on Feng Yihan's heart like a stick.

Again, this question turns out that the emperor does not belong to the absolute choice of the emperor

"Doesn't the king set up another concubine, I'm afraid it's not good to set up a harem"

"If Han really wants to be good for her, let's set up another concubine"

It turns out that the emperor who owns the world can't even give a woman all the love he wants

In fact, he wanted to give his wife his only love like an ordinary man.

When he kissed her deeply, he secretly looked at the way she closed her eyes, looked at her face crimson because of herself, and the faint fragrance on her body that belonged to her alone, and he didn't want to miss anything

It's just that he can afford this kind of love?

He has power and can cover the sky of Xiling with one hand, but he can't give her what she wants on the road of affection.

The ministers wrote to request another side concubine to fill the vacant seat in the harem, because she confused the king with her posture and defended the growing strength of the country.

He was really seduced by her, but he didn't know that she had never spoken about political affairs, nor had she ever bewitched him, everything was caused by his hands or that he was not suitable for loving anyone