This man is as beautiful as if he has been smeared out of a landscape ink painting.

Thin lips, light as water. With flying eyebrows and a firm nose, it feels like a god made in the slightest. Even so, the beauty that belongs to him does not have a trace of femininity, and those deep dark eyes are even stained with a kind of indifference and detachment that makes people dare not approach.

He has fair skin that women envy, tender, as if it will be scraped when the wind blows, long and dense eyelashes are slightly curled, covering a pair of bright and deep eyes, the calm gaze is unpredictable, adding a mysterious feeling, and the handsome figure shows his kingly style.

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the wind is clear and mist.

Feng Qiao was not dressed ceremoniously, he didn't even tie his long hair seriously, he pulled a bun at will, the coral hairpin was obliquely parted, the green silk was not scattered, the corners of the eyes and eyebrows were a period of romance, and the appearance of smiling or not smiling was like an epiphany under the moon, bewitching and suffocating.

Dressed in red like fire, more dazzling than the maple leaves all over the ground, eyebrows like ink paintings, water and starry eyes, looking forward to Shenfei, if there is a smile that seems to be oblique at the corner of the mouth, charming sentient beings; Where the seemingly unsightly eye waves passed, all that was left behind was infinite style, but the depths of the eyes were full of indifference.

was made by her, everyone's eyes were focused, and even Feng Qiao raised his eyelids slightly when he heard the sound.

The phoenix eyes and starry eyes only swept slightly, and the hearts of the young ladies seemed to be ripped away, only to know that they were fluctuating and beating with the flow of his eyes.

A little shyly, he lowered his head to tidy up his makeup, and was annoyed why he was coaxing them just now. Later, after thinking about it, An Le Wang Ming said that he didn't like people who were detained the most, he looked at everything according to his eyes, and the people who could really enter his eyes, not to mention blind coaxing, could be selected as Fujin even if he yelled at him.

Many young ladies thought of this, put away their shyness, and showed their most proud side. I hope that I am one in 10,000 people who meet the eyes of King Anle.

The man in the small pavilion only glanced at it and lowered his eyes, and his slender crystal fingers held an emerald green dragon and phoenix wine glass, the color of which was as bright as broken jade.

The long hair was as smooth as ink-dyed silk, shining in the gentle sunlight of the south of the Yangtze River, the corners of the mouth seemed to be smiling, and the peach blossom eyes seemed to contain a pool of water, and the rippling waves were bright and dark. The robes embroidered with silver thread do not stain the slightest dust.

He seemed to be very reluctant to endure a little hardship by himself, and even sat down and leaned lazily on the thick cushion.

He took the most laid-back and comfortable posture and drank the wine in his hand. The eyebrows and eyes seem to be a combination of fairy and demonic energy, and the beauty of the dust carries the charm into the bones.

Like who have never seen a man, the aristocratic ladies gathered around the Taiye Pool opposite King Anle one by one, like a group of wild horses in a fence, and the Taiye Pool is the railing around the wild horses, as long as they give an order, they will rush up.

"Don't be nervous, the emperor has something to do, you have to come back later, the ladies wait for a while, and you can play on your own", the palace people around King An Le shouted to the young ladies.

The aristocratic lady returned the salute with the most standard etiquette, but Feng Qiao didn't even look at it.

Although it is a self-play, who wants to leave the sight of King Anle? Mix your eyes in the afterglow, and the possibility of choosing for a while is also a little greater.

After a while, the palace people just now looked at the ladies again, and the ladies who were playing by themselves seemed to have eyes behind their backs, and they all turned around and looked at their father-in-law with a smile.

Those palace people who looked at the palace people with charming and docile eyes were a little embarrassed, thinking about how to tell what the master had just said without hurting the face of the young ladies.

Still hesitating, Feng Qiao struck him with a look, and his eyes clearly revealed, "If you don't say it quickly, don't stay by my side."

Ahem, my father-in-law coughed twice, opened his mouth, and said to the young ladies who were full of expectations: "Can you give in a little bit, young ladies, you blocked the sunshine of the prince?"

When the ladies heard this, they were stunned for a moment. The ruddy faces were pale, and some of them were timid and even trembling and fell on the wet mud floor. However, the person who spoke looked at them quietly, without the slightest intention of joking.

My father-in-law sighed from his heart, thinking that this was still a more euphemistic version of his adaptation, and the prince's original words were to let them stop them from shaking like wild dogs in front of my eyes, blocking my sun.

The young lady scattered one after another, a white jasmine flower fell into the water, Feng Qiao took a deep breath, as if they were gone, and the air was fresh.

The fragrant white jasmine flowed down the water to the edge of the pool, and then was blocked by a delicate embroidered shoe.

The girl who blocked the flowers slowly scooped up the wet jasmine, the water vapor was thick, the plain clothes were wide-sleeved, the long hair was low, and there was no trace of decoration, she was a very pure and soft beauty, and she did not eat the fireworks of the world.

She was wearing a light apricot robe, with large and large splashes of ink-like embroidery, which was too gorgeous, reflecting the dressed person like a soft trace under the moonlight.

Cheng Wangxian bun, hanging a few strands of hair with rice beads on her chest, bent down obliquely, and fell down a series of colorful small pearl tassels, reflecting her face like a budding hibiscus.

In the dream, he smiled and thought, great, he was not the emperor in the dream, he did not forget his wife and unconscious son, his life was full of sunshine, Mo was in spring, apricot blossoms drizzled, he and his lover were ordinary men and women, love at first sight, and never give up holding hands for a lifetime.

The lover in the dream walked on the shore of Taiye Pond Lake, turned his head slightly, with a smile on his face, a plain elegance and beauty.

Her eyes are like lotus flowers, her long hair is not crowned with hairpins, she holds her sleeves and covers her lips, and she smiles so gently and shyly in the willow March.

The sunshine in his dream faded, and all eyes slowly focused, the whole world, only her.

It's so clear.

It's scary.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and propped himself up on the golden jade pillow.

In his dream, the person who has been working together for a lifetime is not Huang Yu, but Concubine Rou.

is a concubine in the past, a concubine who imitates the appearance of Phoenix Feather.

The moment he saw her, Feng Qiao immediately woke up, shocked into a cold sweat, and his eyes hurt from the heavy snow in front of him.

Feng Qiao rubbed his temples, the cold sweat passed, and all that was left was horror.

and chagrin at Huang Yu.

How could it be her?

Why did he remember Concubine Rou dressed as Huang Yu? A substitute that even remembering insulted his brain.

And why did it appear in his dreams?

He felt that he had betrayed Huang Yu and insulted love.

I've been so tired these days that I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes, and I kept vigil.

Feng Qiao smiled self-deprecatingly.

It seems that Feng Qiao's actions have disturbed the sleep of the people inside, and it seems that the people inside have not fallen asleep all along.

The man in the bed sat up, and the flint streaked through the black night, lighting the cold candlelight in the room.

The silent night, the faint candlelight, dotted the night, illuminated a corner of the dark room, and also illuminated the lonely heart of the person curled up in a corner.

The candlelight flickered slowly and flickered in front of the window.

The door of the dormitory slowly opened a crack, revealing a little turquoise eyes. There is no defense in the daytime, and there is more tenderness.

Huang Yu didn't seem to expect Feng Qiao to be outside, he was startled by the person standing outside, the candlestick in his hand shook, Feng Qiao quickly helped him, and the candle tears that were about to drip on Huang Yu's hand dripped into his hand.

A trace of regret appeared in Huang Yu's eyes, but Feng Qiao became more and more annoyed.

He didn't deserve her like that.

"Come in, it's cold outside, you sleep in the earroom." , Huang Yu turned sideways and motioned for him to come in.

Feng Qiao didn't twist either, and strode in.

Huang Yu put down the candlestick and looked up, his placket was slightly open, his scattered white hair slid down from the neckline, and there were faint red marks on the looming collarbone, which was causing people to reverie.

…… So, did he come to Concubine Rou after he pampered her?

But Concubine Rou is pregnant......

Huang Yu shuddered, feeling a little disgusting, and a little self-deprecating.

You see, this is the man you care about, coming to you after fooling around with other women.

But he should have gone to Concubine Rou, and she called him over with her temperament.

Feng Qiao's eyes were orange and yellow, and he couldn't see any emotion, his white-dyed hair was tied down, and his long eyelashes and elegantly shaped lips were in a faint light.

He looked down and remembered the red mark on his neck that drew a reverie.

He was allergic to raw peanuts, and today, the newcomer to the imperial dining room, Xiao Gong, hurriedly made a mistake and sprinkled peanut flour in the pastry as walnut powder, and immediately had a reaction.

Fortunately, I didn't eat much, and there was no danger of getting sick, just a rash.

Before he could speak, he heard a commotion outside, and Feng Qiao's eyes flashed with a faint look of impatience,

"Your Majesty's ......", Xiao Ningzi's face was flushed, and she finally made up her mind and stepped forward to say, "Your Majesty, Concubine Rou is asking to see you outside the Cold Ice Pavilion." ”

"Hmm."

Feng Qiao responded lightly, suddenly raised his hand, straightened his body and half-held Huang Yu in his arms, "Come in." ”

Before the words fell, I saw a palace concubine with splendid makeup walking slowly in the distance, this was the third time Huang Yu had seen the emperor's favorite concubine.

Arou doesn't look enchanting at all, but fresh and delicate like a swallow, her eyes are like water, but with the coldness of talking, she seems to be able to see through everything, ten fingers are slender, her skin is like clotted fat, her snow white is pink, she seems to be able to wring out water, a pair of red lips, she smiles like a smile, her every move seems to be dancing, her long hair hangs straight down her ankles, she unties her hair, and the green silk dances with the wind, emitting a fragrance that can attract butterflies.

She was wearing a light blue dress and a thick white fox coat, which vividly reflected her beautiful figure.

Although she is pregnant, she has not yet revealed it, and the waist under the white fox is slender, the limbs are slender, and she has a fairy-like temperament. Wearing a white dress, rusty butterfly dark lines, a green silk with butterfly tassels shallowly raised, a butterfly carved from a night of pearls on the forehead, exuding a faint light, Emei lightly swept, no powder on the face, but still can't hide the stunning face, a crystal necklace around the neck, more and more called the collarbone clear, with a blue crystal on the neck, the crystal glows slightly, lining the skin as white as snow, like a fairy descending to earth.

The hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, the head of the mantis is like a moth, the smile is clever, the beautiful eyes are longing, the eyebrows are like green feathers, the teeth are like shellfish, the waist is like a bundle, a smile is smiling, bewildering the Yang City, fascinated by Cai, a sky blue bracelet lies on the wrist at will, and the skin is white and shiny.

Under the moonlight, the sky blue eyes are pure as water, occasionally with some melancholy, giving people the feeling that a pair of gilt shoes on the feet are decorated with precious stones, beautiful eyes flow, gently stepping into the platform, the corners of the skirt are flying, like a pale butterfly that has lost its breath in the dark, the expression is indifferent, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, the corners of the mouth hook a smile, like fireworks as ethereal and gorgeous.

That is, the long hair on the waist was blown by the wind, and a few strands of hair flew mischievously in front, without any decoration on the head, just a light blue ribbon, gently tying a strand of hair.

She leaned on the palace maid, holding a warm pot with white smoke in her hand, and walked over this side lightly and skillfully.

Such a girl is very likable just by looking like.

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