Qing Ling opened his mouth half-open, and he couldn't speak for a long time, and after a long time, he came back to his senses, blushed and stammered, and asked, "You...... What the...... Meaning? ”

Luo Yao looked at her, his eyes were still complicated, but the expression on his face was calm, "Senior sister, do you need me to explain the meaning of the round house?" ”

Qing Ling's heart was beating like a drum, and he only felt the feeling of fire burning on the arm that was being dragged by Luo Yao, so he hurriedly shook it off and quickly moved a few steps away.

She stroked her arm, lowered her head and said, "Why did you mention this suddenly?" Didn't you say it was okay last time in Fuyu Mizusawa...... It's not a real couple......"

Luo Yao got up scoundrelly, "But I didn't promise anything." ”

Qing Ling was silent for a moment, still lowering her eyes, her voice slightly cold, "What about Ajing?" What about the feathered girl in Windy City? You don't think you have someone else in your heart, but you mention such things to me...... Feeling disgusting? ”

"They have nothing to do with me." Luo Yao was silent for a moment, and said in a low but resolute voice: "My wife is you, and all I want is you." ”

Qing Ling slowly raised his head in disbelief, glanced at him, and then looked away again, taking a few quick breaths.

She remembered what Ning Yan had said to herself, and remembered the things she had done to surprise his birthday......

Thinking of his goodness, his warmth and kindness, care and care, and thinking of ...... Bluebells on the back of his hand.

Ever since the day they were attacked by the Warriors in the West Sea, there had been an awkward estrangement between the two, or rather, Qing Ling himself felt embarrassed, and he couldn't be sure what Luo Yao's sudden cold attitude was thinking.

She wasn't stupid, and she knew she had said too many hurtful things on his birthday.

It stands to reason that since you have the purpose of wanting to make the other party angry, you shouldn't be surprised by the sudden coldness of his attitude, but I feel that it is difficult to accept it in my heart.

It's very hypocritical.

She cleared her throat, "You're scared, aren't you?" Now that something has happened to Daze, you yourself have been placed under house arrest in Lingxiao City, so you are anxious to confirm your relationship with me, the emperor? ”

As soon as the words came out, he immediately regretted it, wandering his gaze and examining the other party's reaction.

Luo Yao's expression was cold and lonely, as if he didn't care, as if he had heard too many chilling words, and there was nothing that could move him.

He took a few slow steps forward, forcing Qing Ling to retreat. The gauze curtain in the inner compartment lifted and fell, and the boudoir couch with the fragrance of Luo Sha was only a stone's throw away from the two.

Qing Ling couldn't retreat, tilted his head, stretched out his hand and half-poked and half-pushed the chest of the man in front of him, and said angrily: "I warn you! If you dare to mess around, I, I'......"

So what?

Did he naively think that his father would show the majesty of the emperor to defend her and support her in this kind of thing?

She paused for a moment, remembering what her father said today, and for a moment of sadness in her heart, Luo Yao's slender and vigorous body had already leaned over, and it was irresistibly menacing.

Qing Ling was caught in his arms by his powerful arm, and subconsciously turned his head to dodge.

A hot, wet kiss landed on her neck, causing a shiver on her skin.

Qing Ling struggled to shove, desperate to say something, but had to be distracted to avoid the lips that almost broke her consciousness.

The two of them fell onto the couch covered with brocade.

The undulations of the body were tightly fitted, and the strength of the hug was accompanied by uncontrollable tremors, just like the hug on the wedding night, just like the entanglement of boating in the water.

Luo Yao grabbed Qing Ling's wrist with one hand, pressed her hands above her head, and stroked her cheeks with the other, panting lightly, eagerly searching for her lips.

The red, smiling lips that had been magical to him from the beginning......

Qing Ling writhed in vain, knowing that he was no match for him at all. The scorching blood poured into his brain, his thoughts almost vanished, and the only remaining consciousness focused on his suppressed body, feeling the trembling heat emanating from his tensed and tight muscles.

She couldn't breathe, her forehead was full of suffocating pain, and her inexplicable emotions seemed to be sad, angry, and resentful, and in an instant she was crazy and overriding reason and thinking. She suddenly stopped dodging and struggling, and jerked her head up, kissing the moist red lips that escaped hot gasps and longing.

In the chaos of Hongmeng, a tremor blooming from the depths of the soul suddenly struck the whole body.

The lips of the two were tightly sealed, like a danhua and a moment of shame, hiding all the glitz and bustle of the world, leaving only endless stillness.

For a moment, both of them went blank in their minds.

Qing Ling was the first to come back to his senses, feeling the stiffness and stagnation of the person on his body, so he took the opportunity to struggle to break free from the imprisoned hands, resisting the distance between the two.

Luo Yao also subconsciously stood up, but was suddenly overturned on the couch by Qing Ling, and then only felt that his cheeks were hot, and he "snapped" and slapped him!

Qing Ling's hair was messy, her body trembled because of the excitement of emotion, and she reached out and roughly pulled the placket on Luo Yao's chest, "What are you thinking?" ”

The corners of her eyes were red, her expression seemed to be angry and resentful, and a trace of choked up escaped from her tone, "What else do you want?" What else are you trying to force me to do? You guys...... How can it all be like this......"

Luo Yao's expression stiffened slightly, the sparkling demonic golden light in his eyes slowly faded, and the surging tide of love was gradually replaced by guilt and chagrin.

He hesitated and stretched out his hand, and called in a low voice: "Senior sister......"

Qing Ling waved away his touch, still dominated by strong emotions, and shouted thoughtlessly: "Don't call me Senior Sister!" You liar! Bummer! Don't put on a face that you pretend to be in front of others, as if you are very good to me, but I am ruthless and unrighteous to you! If I really wanted you to die, you would have died a thousand times! ”

Just the fact that he fornicated with Lieyang, if it weren't for her insistence on concealing and resisting Emperor Hao's several coercions, it would be enough for the entire Baili clan to be implicated in a felony!

Qing Ling sat up. He turned his head hatefully, lowered his eyes, and his eyes were caught by something that fell on the couch, and he couldn't take it off for a long time.

It was a dark red sachet, the fabric looked a little old, and the corners were even ground out of the threads. She remembered that when she fought Luo Yao on the boat in Fuyu Shuize, she had also seen this thing fall from his arms.

At that time, I just felt confused.

I have never seen a junior brother who has always acted calmly and chicly, so nervous and treasured to hide something......

But at this moment, Qing Ling stared at the crooked pale pink roses embroidered on the sachet, and the bottom of his heart seemed to be an ignorant and turbid place that suddenly exploded, bursting out with a spiritual light that illuminated the consequences of the front edge.

She reached out and pinched the sachet into her hand, approached Luo Yao, and shook it a few times, "I gave this thing to you, right?" Although the tone was still aggressive, his voice was much lower, and finally he stammered: "You are like this...... That's how you ......"

She paused for a moment, threw the sachet in Luo Yao's face angrily, and tried her best to raise her voice again, "What do you mean by this?" ”

Luo Yao picked up the sachet that Qing Ling threw over and clenched it tightly into his palm.

His pretentious momentum has long since dissipated, and at this moment, he is like a beast that has missed a hunt, sitting there slightly depressed, but the surging emotions in a pair of glazed eyes are still burning.

Qing Ling saw that he was silent for a long time, but he had a little more courage, raised his head, and deliberately pretended to be indifferent and arrogant, "You say! What does it mean to carry this with you? ”

When the questioning words came out, he immediately became apprehensive, and intuitively concluded that his action was purely self-inflicted, and that the kid might come up with some hurtful excuse to prevaricate.

She remembered the words that Ning Yan had said to herself, the words that the imperial marquis had said to herself, and the scenes she had spent with Luo Yao in the past, her own feelings, feelings, and perceptions, all kinds of tastes in her heart, which were complicated and difficult to distinguish.

However, Luo Yao lowered his eyes and stared at the sachet in his hand for a moment, and slowly raised his eyes, "What do you think it means?" After a pause, his voice was low, "For so many years, this is the only thing you've ever given me." ”

For a moment, the air inside the bed tent seemed to freeze, and the surrounding sounds disappeared.

When he got married, Qingling also gave some expensive gifts to the groom according to custom. But those things were all purchased by the eldest emperor Ji who handled the marriage affairs, and they had nothing to do with Qing Ling's own wishes.

After careful calculation, the only thing she had ever given him out of her sincerity was this worn-out sachet with a pale pink rose crookedly embroidered on the dark red fabric, and the bird pearl that had been contained in it......

At that time, the heartfelt anxiety and concern in her eyes, after so many years, he thought about it more and looked at it again......

The two of them had their own thoughts and fell into a long silence.

Qing Ling looked at the man in front of him who was locked in the hibiscus warm tent with him, his eyebrows were like ink feathers, his lips were red, and there was a touch of natural enchantment in the outline of his facial features.

She remembered that after the tears on his knees today, the confusion in her heart was also so complex and contradictory.

Knowing that he had someone else in his heart, knowing that the only defense between him and him was calculation, and knowing that the wisp of affection overflowing from the cracks in his heart should be extinguished as soon as possible, but he was the person she wanted to believe in for no reason, and he was the person she should be closest to in this world.

She wanted to say something, but she felt that something soft was blocking her chest, and she wanted to breathe heavily, but she didn't seem to dare to make the slightest sound, and her throat was choked terribly.

Luo Yao was also a little short of words, and he didn't know what to say. The male's instinct drove him closer to her, craving physical contact and intimacy, but reason made him cautious and afraid to be abrupt again.

He hesitantly stretched out his hand, and his fingertips touched her fingers that were unconsciously clutching Jinshu because of her confusion, and just like that, they were gently next to each other.

After a while, Qing Ling's eyes shimmered slightly, and he said, "Don't you make me so stingy!" I gave you an old sachet ......."

She was silent for a while, and her voice gradually turned low, "On your birthday, I actually ...... I also prepared gifts. After a pause, "Originally, I wanted to take you to Jiuqiu, to Zhangyao City, to meet your mother. ”

I tried my best to get the military token to enter and leave Jiuqiu, and before going to the banquet, I lingered in front of the mirror a hundred times and thousands of times, and for a while I felt that the purple dress tailored according to the so-called popular style of Jiuqiu was too ostentatious, but for a while I felt that it was not eye-catching enough, and my mind turned ten times, so that I missed the time.

"Then why ......"

Luo Yao stared at Qingling, and the appearance of her black hair gently pulled and slowly tied with a smile appeared in her mind that day, and she couldn't help but feel a slight pain in her heart, but the taste that could be brought out was extremely sweet.

Qing Ling hung his head and snorted a few times, "Isn't the gift you received that night enough?" A moment of flowers, a moment of beauty...... Is there still a copy of me? ”

No matter how inexperienced Luo Yao was in love, he also understood the sour meaning in Qing Ling's words at this moment.

Seeing the sun through the clouds, it suddenly became clear.

In my heart, over and over again, I thought of a purple dress that night, with a jade neck and bright wrists, as bright as the moon.

Really, is it so possible that it is for yourself?

He suddenly had a dry mouth, his always agile thinking was very slow, and he suddenly remembered what he had been trying to explain to Qing Ling, and said slowly: "Actually, I have always wanted to tell you that the feather coat is actually a slender one. In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, after rescuing her from Lingxiao City, I have been hiding her in Xiaoxiang Pavilion. She and I were not in the same relationship as they were rumored. ”