The crescent moon is like a hook, and the shadows of the trees are layered and swaying with the wind.

Sycamore tree, a leaf, a sound, empty steps to dawn.

Fengchen Palace, East Warm Pavilion. In the silent night, the lamp on the table sprinkled dim warm colors in the room, and the two of them, as usual, bathed and changed clothes, and went to bed to rest.

It's not the first time they've shared a bed, and the two have gradually gotten along with each other in their hearts, without the embarrassment and discomfort at the beginning.

The emperor and queen rested, and there should have been palace people on duty all night by her side. But because Ye Zhiqiu was afraid that when the shadow guard came quietly, it would alarm the palace people. After entering the palace, on the grounds that "I am not used to having others next to the couch", I let them all go to the side room to rest, not far from her bedroom, the distance is just right, I can't hear the whispered conversation, and if there is something to do, I will call them.

Because I am really tired of thinking about it recently, I have to be extra cautious in front of the Queen Mother, and I am very troubled. Not long after Ye Zhiqiu's head was dipped in the pillow, he had already fallen asleep.

Zhao Sizhuo on the side, although he was sleepy, he couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning, only to feel that tonight was extremely hot.

In the dark, the eyes cannot see, but the senses are extremely sensitive. Especially the steady breathing sound beside her, as well as the sweet fragrance after bathing, the two are very close, close enough to smell each other's breath, and the light smell after bathing, as well as the faint body fragrance on her body.

He has affection for her, and he used to have the urge to get closer, but every time he thought of him, he promised: she didn't agree, she wouldn't force it. They were all suppressed, although he didn't understand why she still refused to do the husband and wife ceremony even though she had him in her heart.

Could it be that he still suspects that the events in Jiangbei back then were related to him?

In the confusion of his thoughts, his body was restless, and he was also a little irritable in his heart: why didn't she believe him?!

The two were so close that they could hear her heartbeat, and his own breathing disorder, even if his face did not change and he was calm as usual, but he knew that if he didn't take the initiative, the two would have to keep this kind of relationship forever: a husband and wife relationship that existed in name only. He didn't want to do it in his heart, but he tried to stretch out his hand, as if a voice was bewitching him, she was your Ming media marrying, officially canonized wife, so it was not a disciple's behavior If she didn't want to, he immediately stopped and didn't share the bed with her in the future, and let himself suffer so much in vain

He stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, and the sleeping person unexpectedly hugged him!

The whole body seemed to be crawling with ants, constantly gnawing at him, that crispy and numb feeling, scratching his heart itching, every sweat pore spit out crystal sweat, and after a while, he was soaked.

The person in his arms seemed to be uncomfortable by the wet and glutinous touch, and his body twisted a few times.

！！！！！ He felt as if his body had been struck by a burst of thunder, and he was stunned on the spot.

Such an unusual reaction, how could late autumn be so hot. He thought about it for a moment, remembered what he had eaten and drunk today, and then his suspicion fell on the dinner in his mother's harem. No wonder he felt that the queen mother was a little abnormal tonight, and he persuaded him to drink more soup during the meal, but the problem was in this soup He smiled bitterly in his heart, and noticed that his body slowly became hot, and this fire has a tendency to spread gradually.

He confessed that the person who drugged him was his biological mother!

It seems that it should be the envoy of Cheng Yuan, like the queen mother, who revealed that the queen is a complete body. She had been waiting for the queen to give birth to her eldest son, but now she was really anxious and made this decision.

In the battle between heaven and man, he still chose to respect her. Just as he was about to pull out his arm and get up to leave. The person in his arms hugged him tighter, and he was still chanting "cold" in a daze

Ye Zhiqiu, who was asleep, only felt that she was in an ice cellar in the ice and snow, no matter how she curled herself up in a ball, she still felt cold and shivering. She wanted to wake up but couldn't lift her heavy eyelids, and at that moment, a hot and warm thing approached her, and she instinctively approached, and found that the closer she did, the warmer it became.

This discovery made her very pleasantly surprised, as if she had grasped the only life-saving straw, she drilled into his arms one by one, holding this "big heater" tightly, and her small body twisted in Zhao Sizhuo's arms, only feeling warm.

She trapped him, no matter how calm and self-controlled Zhao Sizhuo was, this reason and restraint were still gradually shattering, he used the only remaining self-control to break her arms holding his waist with his hands, but he was reluctant to work too hard, hugged too tightly, and never broke it.

His movements caused protests from the person in her arms, and she opened a pair of confused and hazy eyes slightly, looking at him helplessly, with a strange and warm light in her eyes, and a trace of confusion and doubt.

"Awake? Is there anything wrong with it? The two of them ate the same meal and drank the same soup, why was he so hot and uneasy, but she slept so sweetly and felt cold

Hearing his question, she didn't react, her pretty face was covered with a seductive crimson at some point, and her originally smart eyes also became blurred at this time, and slowly closed again.

I'm not awake yet!

He felt that he couldn't control his body anymore, and he couldn't bear the cold sweat on his head, biting his lower lip and rejecting the strange feeling in his body.

The person in his arms is becoming more and more active

I don't know how it happened, he only felt a brief blank in his mind, and when he regained consciousness, the little hands of the person in his arms who were kissing deeply became more and more unruly

"You ......" he tried to remove his lips, but the words he spat out seemed to turn into a murmured murmur until they melted between their lips, the hot and humid temperature and the scorching smell were reducing his resistance, he couldn't resist her kiss and tightened the hand behind him, the warmth between his lips and teeth, mixed with the light smell of bathing and the smell of her breath

It's not a light kiss, and it's not like rubbing it on the lips, this heat is more boiling than standing in the sun surrounded by warmth, making people want to linger and breathe The heat gradually warms up, and the deep kiss makes everything lose color

The long black hair poured down, the black hair of the two was scattered, entwined, ordinary young men were clothed, and it was inevitable that there would be a bit of madness, but he was so elegant and elegant, not half scattered, only handsome, dark and deep eyes seemed to have no focus only her eyebrows

Shi Aya, untie the skirt, take off the red shirt, and go to the green socks. The flowers are full of faces, and the fragrant wind splits the nose. The heart is uncontrollable, and the love can't help it. Meddling in the red casin, handing over the feet of the green quilt. Two lips to mouth, one arm to the head. In the middle of the Russian space, several times connected. The shadow of the low cicada moves, and the jade dust is gone. Turn to the flowing snow, get on the bed and hug the bushes. Mandarin duck neck dance, jade acacia cage.

In his dream, Ye Zhiqiu first encountered an iceberg, which stood steeply on all sides, neat like a knife, and the color was blue and faint. The rolling mountains embedded in the sky reflect the glittering golden light under the illumination of the setting sun, which looks extraordinarily magnificent, like a beautiful picture.

In her dreams she felt like she was caught in a bottomless whirlpool, her body signaling pain to stop, but her spirit was so happy that it was as if she had entered heaven, and when she reached the top and looked around, the spectacle made her blood boil, as if she were floating in a fog.