As the clothes on his body faded off one by one, the nearest candle flame went out, and the light flickered and dimmed.

The sound of water in the pool rippled layer by layer, and the mist that curled up made people's faces red. The coquettish girl who seems to be crying and happy is mixed with the nightingale's gentle singing voice, which seems to be particularly tempting.

Outside the hall, a hundred-year-old ginkgo tree was blown by the night breeze, and the branches and leaves, and the treetops made a sound. The black shadows reflected in the shade of the trees were more than enough, and I don't know whether it was the affection of the wind or the lack of attachment of the trees, and the golden color of the ground fell in vain.

The vermilion palace wall, a string of sky-blue crystal glazed wind chimes under the yellow eaves of Biwaming, will always sway and sway with the rhythm when the wind rises, sending out a crisp and pleasant sound like a pearl falling on a jade plate.

The clouds and rain stopped, the flowers filled the forest, and a few candles on the lotus platform were extinguished again, leaving only a few for night lighting without being too bright.

The autumn-colored tassel Keiko swayed slightly, and the bed curtain hanging on the lotus gold hung was also lowered again, covering the infinite scenery inside, and it did not make people peep at half of the spring.

"Ah Li, but what are you thinking, even I will lose my mind when I talk to you." Cui Lan turned her face over dissatisfied, lowered her head and kissed it carefully, with a tough look that could not be refused.

"The minister is just thinking about something." She understood that the man in front of her was a little dissatisfied, and hurriedly reached out to wrap her arms around his waist and leaned her head on his chest. The appearance is as well-behaved as ever, and it is even more hypocritical with a smirk that makes people unable to find fault with it.

Every time I come to the Qingyuan Palace, it's nothing more than two meat/worms tumbling.

People who have always been as meticulous as a hair can naturally detect that something is not quite right with her tonight, as if she is pressing something in her heart. "Ah Li has something on his mind."

"Hmm." This time she didn't deny anything, her half-lowered eyes were full of condensed dark clouds.

Because she admitted that Su Yan's words moved her heart, and it was even like a seed that took root in her heart. Now, after fertilizing the soil with rainwater, branches have gradually grown, and the leaves are glowing with green.

"Ah Li, what are you thinking, why don't you say it and let me hear it." The man after the nightmare is always extra talkative, for some reason. Even the movements are dyed with a hint of tenderness, as if they want to indulge people in it.

"I want to..." The four words of unloading the armor and returning to the field are like a dangerous mouth climbing around the tip of her tongue, and she finally has no courage to say it. knows more deeply what kind of bloody rain awaits her if she says it.

At this moment, she flinched, and felt endless fear.

She had seen the man in front of her who was still gentle to her go crazy and wanted to strangle her in the next second, and the fear was like a shudder spreading in the bottom of her heart.

"It's just that the minister wants to eat white sugar cakes a little, and Your Majesty will be disgusted with the minister's gluttony." The eyebrows dyed with delicate begonia flowers are smeared with infinite style, but a stiff smirk that does not match it at all appears on his face. He Dangli clings to men like silk flowers, asking for nutrients.

"It turns out that you, this little gluttonous cat, have memorized my pastries, and I will have someone prepare them for you later, and I will definitely give my general a full meal." Cui Lan thought it was something, but it was just a little thing, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong in his heart.

However, each other is a smart person, not the kind of stubborn person who asks the bottom of the matter, and sometimes the fact that they don't ask doesn't mean that they don't care, but they want to leave a little dignity for each other.

"But the pastries at the banquet in front of me are not to Ah Li's appetite, next time Ah Li likes to eat, remember to tell me that I will arrange a separate table for Ah Li, and I can't be hungry in any way."

The emperor's favor is unique and enviable. But for her, it was undoubtedly a catalyst that hastened her death.

After all, the emperor's favor is not something that everyone can afford, such as her.

"No, the food at the feast is delicious. Your Majesty should not trouble the people in the imperial dining room because of the ministers, who have always been picky about food. He Dangli bit her lower lip lightly, shook her head and refused, not to mention that she didn't want to be pushed to the forefront again because of special treatment.

The emperor's favor is so short, it is no longer than three years and five plantings, and it is as short as ten days and half a month.

Fortunately, this topic did not continue, but she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but tonight in Nagano was long, and she seemed to be sleepless.

Even if the body is sleepy, the eyelids are fighting up and down, but in this heart, there has never been half sleep.

I just feel like I've never had a moment as clear as I am now.

"Ah Li can't sleep." The man's dull and deep voice sounded in his ears, with a hint of entanglement, like the grinding of the ears and temples between lovers.

"It's not." denied it at the bottom, her body was basically hugged by the man domineeringly, and the brocade was down. Each other's skin is red/striped, which makes her have a lot of sense of crisis, and even disgust, but it is well hidden in the depths of her eyes, making people less than half a point of peeping.

In case the man didn't believe it, He Dangli deliberately lowered his tone and said; "The minister is a little sleepy."

She really didn't want to look at this man's face, or even the smell of him next to her, she didn't like it, because it always reminded her of that unbearable and dirty past.

The palace was quiet, except for a few candles in the distance, and the night breeze let in through the half-open mahogany carved window lattices. The flickering candle and the shadow of the flame are flickering, flickering and flickering.

The shadows of the tugging were strange and distorted, reflected on the red walls and tiles.

"Ah Li, give me a son, it's good to belong to the bond between the two of us." In the darkness of the night, a solemn and serious word was like throwing a huge granite stone on the surface of her already calm lake, causing a large ripple to ripple, and even the fish under the lake fled in all directions.

Cui Lan also mentioned it last time, but it was because her reaction was too intense.

You didn't see it, and He Dangli's face turned so pale in an instant that it was completely discolored. Lips squirmed uneasily, and even the body trembled uncontrollably.

The man was naturally easy to notice her abnormality, but he hugged the person tighter, and his big thick hands kept patting her smooth back like jade, frowning and dissatisfied; "Ah Li, but I don't want to."

It is not only unwilling, but also resistant. He Dangli didn't understand why men were so persistent with this idea, and so did the eldest princess An Hui.

Her own life was a tragic codename, and she couldn't let her misfortune continue to the next generation, and that would be cruel to him.

What's more, her identity is so shady, even worse than the rats who eat carrion in the sewers, so how should the children she gave birth to deal with herself? Raised in the deep boudoir high court, never recognized by mother and son, or died early after experiencing the persecution of the harem concubine, how many promises of men in the ridiculous world can be taken seriously, not to mention the heavenly family who has always been cold and unkind.

"I don't want to." The tip of the tongue was bitten, and the mouth was filled with a strong smell of blood, and it was able to regain a little clear color. The slender and white fingers clenched the bright yellow dragon pattern silk quilt under him, as if this was the only way to grasp the last straw.

The dark pupils were full of bottomless abyss, stubborn and pitiful, just like when he first met her, but vaguely different.

"Ah Li, but I don't believe that I can protect your mother and son." was rejected three times and twice, not to mention the emperor who was still above 10,000 people, and his eyes couldn't help but start to move a little angry.

Moreover, when he said this, he was fully prepared. Why she couldn't believe him, you need to know how long he thought about it when he said this, he was his king, why did she refuse.

"Or do you want to be pregnant with my dragon, but plan to give birth to other wild men outside, you might as well let me guess which wild man it is, and when did Ah Li become so dirty." Sentences seem to be squeezed out of between the teeth, and between the eyes is a lingering yin color, mixed with the indescribable yin vulture color above and down, which is frightening for no reason.

The original ambiguous and gentle stroking of his subordinates has become a punishment that has gradually changed its taste.

"Huh." A sarcastic sneer overflowed to his lips, full of thick mockery. The pain in his waist is still within the tolerable range, and it is just like a tickle compared to that sentence.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person's body laughed uncontrollably, as if it was crazy, and the sharp and piercing laughter seemed to be able to cut through the depths of the person's eardrum.

He Dangli didn't know why he was laughing, he laughed uncontrollably, laughing so much that tears oozed from the corners of his eyes. She felt that for a moment, she seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Why does Your Majesty have to give birth to your dragon son, doesn't Your Majesty think that the courtier's bloodline is dirty? What's more, the minister can remember that His Royal Highness's age is only a few years younger than the minister, and several of His Royal Highnesses have become adults, how should the dragon son born by the minister deal with herself, and her biological mother has such a disgraceful identity, or His Majesty hopes that the children born to the minister will be the same as the minister, and they will be reduced to the existence of a human being and a ghost in their lives. A sharp voice came from her throat, and her face was even more fierce and crazy.

"If I have to give birth to you." The man's tone was faintly tinged with anger that was visible to the naked eye, and his face was full of dark gloom.

"It is what His Majesty wants, how can the minister not obey it." It's just that I'm afraid that when he was just born, he would be strangled to death by her.

Her life has been such a tragedy, she is not willing to give birth to a flag like her who has no choice from birth to the future. If she is born to resemble her, she will fall to a point where she is worse than a flag.

That being the case, why should he be born, so that he can see the darkness of the world, it is better to be stillborn early.

"Good, good, very good." Cui Lan said three good words in a row, showing that the other party's anger was about to reach its peak.

Even the intent that had been maintained was vanished in an instant.

Seeing Cui Lan like this, He Dangli's body curled up even more uncontrollably, tugging at the corners of his stiff lips, and smiling sarcastically. I don't know if I'm sarcastic, or the other person, or both.

"I originally wanted to be nicer to Ah Li, but I still prefer Ah Li to give birth to my dragon son. Ah Lixin I am okay, I will protect the safety of your mother and son. "One belongs to the two of them alone, and they will never cut the bonds until death. It seems that only by doing this will he have a sense of reality that he holds people tightly in the palm of his hand, and he will no longer suffer from gains and losses.

Cui Lan stretched out his hand and stroked the pale and colorless face under him, and the delicate red lips were bitten and bloodied. In a trance, I seemed to see the flower slave in the mansion of the eldest princess of Cai Anhui.

A flower slave who is extremely pitiful, but he is extremely pitiful.

It's like a poison that you can't quit for the rest of your life, a sweet dream that you dream back at midnight.