Arou's long eyelashes are full of teardrops, as clear as a hibiscus out of water. The tears seemed to be nostalgic for the white skin, and they refused to fall.

There was a little sour in her heart, which gradually spread, and her whole heart ached in tenderness.

The heart is tightly cling, and the embroidered bag with white hair rubs against the skin.

She didn't want to admit it, she began to like him a little, and she couldn't suppress her liking, and when she saw him, she liked him with a fawn.

Although Lao Chai's matter has something to do with her...... Not only related, her sister is also the culprit who killed Lao Chai, and she also watched how Lao Chai died, for Feng Qiao's questioning, she was scared and guilty, but she still couldn't stop being wronged.

I hadn't seen him for a few days, and it was like a different person. She still had his hair, which was close to her chest.

Was he really the person who kissed her in the small yard?

Why did you question her with such indifferent eyes?

She didn't know when these emotions came out, only that when she realized these things, her feelings were out of control.

She was frightened by her feelings and powerless to control herself.

Arou cried very calmly, without telling her grievances, only sobbing in a low voice.

Interesting.

Feng Qiao raised his eyes and looked at her, the big red brocade quilt was inside, the neckline of a big red silk skirt was opened very low, revealing a plump chest, the face was like a hibiscus, the eyebrows were like willows, the eyes were more charming than the peach blossoms, the skin was like snow, and the black hair was pulled into a high beauty bun, because it was a bed, the bun was only pulled up with a simple wooden hairpin, and the black agarwood reflected a faint dark purple in the candlelight.

Inside the big red silk skirt, there is a thin pink rose-scented tight robe, the sleeves of the three-quarter robe are loosely covered at the elbows, the bottom is covered with an emerald green smoke yarn loose flower skirt, the waist is tied into a big bow with gold silk soft smoke, the sideburns are low and slanted, the face is full of tears, and the demon is glamorous and charming.

What a beautiful woman.

I have to admit that Arou is very beautiful, the kind of beauty that is suffocating.

Otherwise, they would not have become the most beloved princesses of the grassland.

The king of the Hu clan can give birth to such a daughter, either because of genetic mutations, or because the queen is not as beautiful as a mortal.

Looking at Ah Rou, who was crying in a low voice, Feng Qiao lost his mind for a moment.

A few years ago, there was also a woman crying silently in front of him, crying his heart was very painful, at that time he held his stomach, and he didn't touch her who was pregnant with Liujia.

It was when his father was still there, and he was jealous of Yu Huangyu and Wen Yu's acquaintance, and he beat her.

Feng Qiao chuckled in his heart, and the pain couldn't stop spreading from his heart to his whole body.

Now that I think about it, he really deserves to die.

Different from the traditional dark skin of the Hu people, Arou's skin is better than snow, her eyes are like a pool of clear water, and when she tears, she has an elegant and elegant temperament, which makes people feel ashamed of herself and dare not blaspheme.

But that cold arrogance and agility are quite seductive, and people can't help but be haunted.

Feng Qiao was a little stunned. When Arou didn't speak, there was a faint coldness, which was exactly the same as Huang Yu.

Unconsciously, Feng Qiao walked over, he stretched out his hand, helped her up, and then seemed to be very affectionate in the crook of his arm.

Arou closed her eyes and controlled the tremors from the top of her head to her spine.

The warmth in the man's arms reached her through the thin clothes, and she was warm.

He's ...... Convinced?

Ah Rou lowered her head, her long eyelashes covered her eyes, and said softly word by word: "Your Majesty, the concubine really doesn't know what is going on with that eunuch, you think about the concubine like this, it makes the concubine's heart hurt very much." The concubines like the emperor, and the concubines love the emperor."

The two tears were transparent by the moonlight, one was pitiful.

Arou's eyelashes were lowered, and the hookah in the hall was lingering, and she couldn't see Feng Qiao's expression at all.

Her heart was uneasy, she didn't know how much Feng Qiao would believe her words.

She was gambling, betting on her position in Feng Qiao's heart.

There is also the status of Phoenix Yu in Feng Qiao's heart.

My sister said that Feng Qiao spoiled her like this, and a large part of the reason was that she was like a phoenix. It's not the looks, it's the temperament.

When you shut up and don't speak, you have a cold and impersonal temperament.

A gentle crystalline laugh sounded, the wind was as good as a show, Shen Shen hit, Ah Rou's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, but the coolness rose from the soles of her feet.

Feng Qiao's laughter was so cold, so wanton, so ...... Taunt.

Arou gritted her teeth, as if she couldn't support her body, and twisted her body and fell to the ground!

Feng Qiao watched coldly from the side, and did not reach out to hold it.

As she fell, she spread out, revealing a trace of the scarlet rain-colored dress inside, her hair was in a bun, the agarwood hairpin on the bun fell off, and the green silk was scattered behind her back.

Three thousand green silks like a black waterfall pouring down from the top of the head, soft, charming, has a very simple and natural charm. A few locks of hair flew out, as if a wheel of light was enveloping her. In the candlelight, her short black hair covered her neck like a thick layer of soft black silk.

Ah Rou was small, curled up in her own shadow, her sinuous dark hair covering her figure, and the tips of her hair touched the hem of Feng Qiao's clothes.

Feng Qiao stepped back, his brows furrowed, and his disgusted look was unobstructed.

He doesn't like to be touched, and the last time he was by the lotus pond was the first time he touched another woman. It's just because this woman is too much like Huang Yu.

When I saw her, I couldn't help myself.

No matter how similar it is, it is not a person after all.

Feng Qiao was a little tired when he stood up, and he didn't know if he was physically tired or mentally tired.

In the face of people you don't like, it's annoying to stay for a second longer.

Sensing that the person in front of her was leaving, Arou reached out and grabbed the hem of Feng Qiao's clothes.

She raised her head and smiled sadly at the indifferent but beautiful Evil Emperor who was as beautiful as a ninefold crape myrtle.

Her appearance was extremely gentle and light, and her expression was relaxed, as if a large white petal had been opened in the dark, and a depressed and ethereal beauty floated in the clean.

The crimson clothes were spread out, and the blue eyes were as green and transparent as a lake in the firelight, as if they could see people's hearts.

Arou looked at him like this, making him miss a beat in his heart. The dark and deep eyes came to mind, clear and peaceful, and I remembered the coldness of those blue eyes when they looked at him.

Red-dressed, black-haired, blue-eyed.

Exactly like the appearance of the phoenix feather.

Feng Qiao and Huang Yu's appearance at their wedding.

These were her last bets.

Feng Qiao was still for a second, and suddenly burst into laughter, unable to suppress his laughter, and was about to burst into tears. His voice was extremely beautiful, as if mercury gently collided, lingering and entangled, hooking a faint glimmer of light outside the bed.

Ah Rou wasn't sure how this appearance would cause Feng Qiao's reaction, and she was still worried in her heart, only to feel that her wrist was being pulled, and suddenly her hand was cold and cold, and then she realized that his fingers were on her wrist.

Feng Qiao's slender and graceful body carried the pleasant fragrance of begonias after rain, and his long snow-white hair touched her skin from time to time, like an unintentional intimacy and ambiguity.

"What a concubine."

Listening to his tone, it didn't look like he was praising her.

But he was not angry.

Feng Qiao wrapped her thin body in the quilt, hugged her with a full embrace, and walked towards the bed step by step.

The fingers as white as jade stretched out, pulled away the tassel gold hook, and put down layers of ambiguous and scattered snow-white Qiluo curtains, which hung low layer by layer, Miao Miao like mist.

Feng Qiao's half-open chest revealed delicate collarbones and sexy dimples, and his magnificent face was like a charm in the jumping lights, and his long eyelashes were stained with shallow moisture, making his eyes hazy and misty.

He slowly lowered the person, and slowly reached out to put her down, trapping her in the brocade quilt. Feng Qiao gathered the quilt for her, and then picked up her cold fingers and rubbed them carefully in the palm of her hand until her fingertips were warm.

Ah Rou's heart was pounding, and her face was blushing, but the man in front of her was light and light, not as frivolous as his movements.

When her hand was warm, he got up and left, walked to the table and got a cup of tea, and when the tea was cool, he flicked the incense pot next to him, and twisted a touch of spice with his fingers and sprinkled it in the incense pot.

He seems to like to smell the fragrance at such a time, the faint fragrance is not unpleasant, but the smell is a little high, and his body is lighter.

Ah Rou gradually became a little lethargic in this aroma, and her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds. After a while, she felt a man sitting beside her, and then he lowered the bed tent and leaned down.

There was a faint scent of ambergris on him.

Outside the window, the cold moonlight is light and rippling, the pear blossoms are deep and heavy, and they are in full swing in the palace.

Vaguely, I heard him laugh flirtatiously.

Outside the Lingxi Palace, Feng Qiao looked up at the bright full moon, recalling the past.

At that time, there were still two people who looked at the moon like this.

"Newspaper—"

A little guard hurriedly trotted over and knelt down on one knee in front of Feng Qiao, panting for breath because he ran a little hard.

"What's the matter?" , Feng Qiao didn't look at him, but still looked at the moon.

"The emperor of Yueguo died of illness, the little prince succeeded to the throne, and the king of Ming was named the regent"

The little guard waited for a while, but did not see any instructions from the emperor, but just looked up at the moon as he had just done. The little guard lowered his head, not daring to say anything.

Feng Qiao's heart was a little empty.

There's one less rival in love......

I wasn't as happy as I thought.

Yue Wenyu has no illness, he himself is a doctor, or the head of a country, even if he has a disease, he will use the best medicine to treat it, how could he die so suddenly, even if it is an assassination, it is reasonable, I don't know how he could think of such a flawed way to die.

Yue Wenyu is just bent on dying.

He had a disease that could not be called a disease - lovesickness.

With his affection for Huang Yu, it is already the ultimate to be able to go back to inherit the throne and have children with other women. Governing Yueguo well and leaving a legacy for Yueguo is his last gratitude to his parents who gave birth to him.

"Prepare a generous gift and send it to Yueguo. Get ready and show me."

"Yes"

This kind of trivial matter of the Ministry of Rites generally does not pass through Feng Qiao's hands, and there are rumors outside that the emperor and the emperor who has just died in Yueguo have known each other for a long time, and they have a great relationship. When Emperor Yue helped the emperor to win the throne, he wanted to go back to inherit the throne, and the emperor was reluctant to leave him, the two quarreled, and Emperor Yue left the feudal country angrily.

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