Her eyes are sparkling, and the light in the hall is not enough, but her eyes are like fireflies, flashing with fine but dazzling light, which is unforgettable.

Murong Che has seen many eyes, only this one, pure and quiet, delicate as the wind, crossing his heart, rippling a little bit.

An Miao couldn't tell Murong Che's state of mind at the moment from Murong Che's dark eyes, only his increasingly fascinated expression made her unconsciously fascinated.

It seems that it is a peaceful place, with birds singing and flowers.

Looking, looking, both of them were stunned.

An Miao, what the hell are you thinking! This is your mother-killing enemy! How can you have feelings for him!

Annoyed by her emotions, An Miao secretly tightened her slender hand and looked away.

Murong Che looked frank and swaying, and when he saw An Miao move away, he raised his eyebrows and teased: "My appearance is not enough to tug at your heartstrings?" ”

"No, it's just the body of a concubine, and you are not worthy of your noble status." An Miao bowed down, "Dare to ask the emperor to call Weichen late at night, what is the so-called matter." ”

Murong Che patted the position on his side: "Come here, pinch my shoulder." ”

"Weichen is the imperial doctor of the Tai Hospital, such meticulous work, I'm afraid that if you don't do it carefully, it will make you hurt, why don't you go to the palace for you?" An Miao politely refused.

"I want you!" Murong Che said domineeringly, and his slender and powerful hand slapped the jade platform vigorously.

An Miao raised her eyes to look at Liuyutai, thinking of the beautiful scene that might happen after she passed, and her goose egg face was unconsciously dyed with a layer of red.

The emperor's heart for her is known to passers-by, and at this moment, Father-in-law An has gone out again, if it is really like that, what should she do?

An Miao clenched her fists and hesitated.

"Come here!" After waiting for a while, Murong Che was already displeased.

An Miao hesitated, and knelt down with a plop: "Weichen is the imperial doctor of the Tai Hospital, and he is not responsible for serving the emperor, as for that, that aspect...... It should be taboo. ”

She thought of the beautiful scenery inside the red light veil when she first remembered.

Goosebumps, up.

has experienced everything, but he is still shy, Murong Che teased.

Withdrawing his coat, he deliberately exposed his strong chest and approached An Miao.

He, bowing his head to her ear, said in a low and tactful voice: "What? ”

An Miao looked up in astonishment, and just happened to crash into a pair of interested eyes.

With a brush, her face turned even redder.

"Huh?" The lower monosyllables, with Murong Che's slightly smiling handsome face, turned into pure beauty as far as the eye could see.

This kind of Murong Che is a bit bad.

"Say, if you don't make it clear, how will I know?" Murong Che deliberately asked her to explain.

An Miao stared at Murong Che for a moment, and suddenly she dropped a sentence of "Weichen" and had something important to do, so she was about to slip away.

Murong Che grabbed her collar and threw the person back.

An Miao's ass fell to the ground, causing her to frown.

Ouch, it hurts!

"Answer?" He asked.

An Miao grinds her teeth.

Go, you can't go, so you can only think of some other way, otherwise this night will be as long as a year.

Murong Che squatted down and lifted An Miao's chin with one finger: "If you satisfy me, I will let your embarrassed body have a home." ”

It seems that the emperor has already guessed.

An Yan and the eldest lady have to share the profits, they want to take revenge, and they don't know what year and month it is, if the emperor can use it......

But tonight, it's a little bit that, that's what.

An idea flashed through her mind, so fast that An Miao almost couldn't grasp it.

Well, that's it, hehe, there's a way!

"Okay." An Miao responded.

Murong Che hooked his crimson lips with satisfaction, and his strong chest popped out mischievously in his untight clothes, adding a bit of charm to him.

An Miao glanced at the position of the two, and became shy again: "But the emperor, you, can you let go of Weichen?" ”

The black eyes swept coldly, and Murong Che shook his head.

"This, this ......" An Miao hesitated, her tone flustered.

Murong Che hooked her black jasmine-scented hair and sniffed it on the tip of her nose.

This taste is very refreshing, as light as her, low-key but fascinating.

An Miao hooked up other strands of hair, and pretended to twist and moved her body: "Actually, that means that the emperor and Weichen are ......"

During this process, An Miao raised her eyes to look at Murong Che, and when she saw that he looked at ease, she suddenly used force in her hand and wrapped her hair around Murong Che's neck.

Murong Che was at ease and had no defense at all, but he never thought about it, but gave An Miao a chance.

On the angular handsome face, a pair of black eyes were extremely sharp, and Murong Che gritted his teeth: "An Miao, you should be damned!" ”

An Miao snorted proudly: "Your Majesty, do you think that Weichen is a person who is easy to compromise?" Also, you didn't think that this strand of hair could be a weapon. ”

As she spoke, she exerted a little force, and Murong Che snorted because it was difficult to breathe.

"Wechen has no other meaning, I just want the emperor to be polite to Wechen, after all, Wechen can't be your concubine, his body is broken by you, and in the end, he can only end up being disliked, and Wechen still wants to have a peaceful life." An Miao showed her attitude and relaxed her strength slightly.

"Humph!" Murong Che glared at An Miao angrily, "If you dare to attack me, you will find death!" ”

"Yes, Wechen is looking for death, and Wechen is always looking for death, but it seems that you can't bear to send Wechen to the guillotine." An Miao smiled.

The bright smile stimulated Murong Che.

Murong Che struggled, who would have thought that An Miao would actually control his hands and feet first.

It's just that the posture of the two is a little bit, and it's hard to say. And the warm body behind him also made Murong Che not annoying, and even wanted to stick to it a little.

Let's just let her go.

Murong Che knew what An Miao hated: "I can not force you, today is over." ”

In this way, An Miao breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to let go of Murong Che, but heard him say, "But I have a request." ”

"What requirements?"

"This position, hold it for half an hour." Let his mind be empty for half an hour.

The queen mother put pressure on him, and there is always unsatisfactory in the court, so he must consider it carefully, and turn back three times one step at a time, for fear that one son will make a mistake and lose the whole game.

In addition, none of the concubines in this harem made him worry-free and at ease.

An Miao glanced at the posture of the two of them, and frowned slightly suspiciously.

In this way, after half an hour, Murong Che let An Miao go back.

An Miao went back to the Tai Hospital, lit the lamp and picked a few books from the study of the Tai Hospital, and read them at night.

The next day, the wind was clear and the clouds were high, and the fragrance of lotus flowers was faintly wafting in the air, adding a little summer atmosphere to this quiet and desolate yard.

An Yan held the food box in her hand, carefully stepped on the small stone road step by step, and came to the side courtyard called Wangchun Courtyard in the house.

This is the most dilapidated courtyard in the house.

But there are people who make An Yan desperate.

His slightly vicissitudes of life, a pair of soft eyes like water on his softly angularized face, a full forehead, meticulously combed hair, and the shabby but clean gray coarse cloth hemp fir, as well as the good conversation, no matter which point, An Yan felt that no one could compare.