Naturally, Apo wants it.

The relationship between him and Sima Jingling has changed from the original mutual flirtation and fighting, and I don't know when and where it started, it has become so lingering, if it is about to leave, and it seems to be ambiguous.

Maybe he only has patience, disguise and revenge, and there is another princess of Jinning in his heart, which is not a big deal, in short, he can let go of it in his heart.

Although Ah Pu didn't know what kind of thoughts he had about Sima Jingling herself, was he really sure that this person would be with him for a lifetime, or because of the strong desire to win and disbelief in his heart, he mistook the relationship between the two of them.

But there's nothing wrong with that he always likes it.

He has long been aware of this.

Maybe no one thought that just because Sima Jingling looked like a joke, an extremely casual sentence could cause so many thoughts in Ah Pu's mind, but these were only for a short moment, and even Sima Jingling didn't react to Ah Pu's distraction for a moment.

She just felt that Ah Gou's face suddenly turned red, and there was some shame in her eyes and an extremely obvious expectation.

Sima Jingling suddenly lowered her head and laughed.

Maybe the night was too sultry, or maybe the wind in the night brought some spring breath, and the hearts of both of them couldn't help but rise a little inexplicable.

I don't know who started first, or if the two of them had a good heart, and slowly put their heads together, and between their breaths, they were all smelling of each other's bodies.

I don't know where the petals came from, they fell mischievously and opened with a gentle touch, as if they didn't want people to feel her traces at all.

She mischievously rubbed the soft and smooth land that she had touched when she fell, and she was about to run away and fly to another place, but she didn't expect to be directly swept into it by a gust of wind.

After a while, the gust of wind gradually weakened, giving this petal a place to breathe.

She felt the gust of wind change from violent to hot, and then slowly to gentle drizzle, and for a moment, she didn't want to leave.

The wind, stopped.

The petals reluctantly left the gust of wind, and even if it finally fell where she should have landed, she still missed the feeling of being wrapped and swept by the scorching wind.

Moreover, she realized that she had become more beautiful under the ravages of the wind and the moisture of the rain.

The moonlight is hazy.

The moon, which seemed to be bright just now, was now hidden behind the clouds, secretly observing the pair of people under the moon.

Sima Jingling and Ah Pu's eyes were shining, and their hands were clenched together, looking very intimate.

Suddenly, Ah Pu directly hugged Sima Jingling and strode towards Changle Palace, saying "offended" and "offended", but he was very bold and reckless, and he didn't mean to put Sima Jingling down at all.

And his appearance is very different from the well-behaved and docile appearance he usually has.

Sima Jingling didn't mind, but kept looking at Ah Pu with a smile, her eyes were full of affection, as if the person in front of her was her destined person.

She watched Apu's face blush and hold her breathlessly for a long distance, but her face became stiff and red again under the unblinking gaze of her eyes, and she couldn't help but bury her head in Apu's chest, and then felt Apu's body stiffen for a moment.

And Ah Pu's steps were a little faster.

Sima Jingling's heart couldn't help but be a little funny.

However, this feeling of peace of mind can be determined.

"It was really you that day."

Sima Jingling said in her heart.

On the night of her father's death, she felt this reassuring, reliable and generous feeling. But I kept looking for it, but I couldn't find it.

She has always suspected that the person who gave her this feeling is Apu, but Apu's disguise is too good, and she has never revealed this.

It wasn't until today that she finally felt it again.

She thought that maybe she deliberately made him impatient, which made Ah Tou show his feet, but she wouldn't go out of her way to point this out, she still wanted to stay in this comfortable embrace for a little longer.

The journey under Ah Pu's feet was fast, and at this moment he didn't care if it was normal for him to be like this, whether he should be.

After entering the gate of Changle Palace, he went straight to Changxin Palace.

And the palace people in Changle Palace were also very eye-catching, and when they saw this, they either calmly or hurriedly left.

Even Huang Ying, who was waiting for Sima Jingling and Ah Pu to come back and thank them, also had a face comparable to a monkey's buttocks, and quickly ran back to her room in Yuxiu Garden.

Ah Pu didn't care about the thoughts of those palace people in the Changle Palace, and directly hugged Sima Jingling and entered the Changxin Palace. The candles were shining in the hall at the moment, but there was no one. This made Ah Pu a little happy and a little impatient.

He gently put Sima Jingling down, tugged at his thread called reason in his mind, and turned around stiffly, wanting to help Sima Jingling freshen up.

But unexpectedly, a tender and white jade foot stretched out, hooked on Apu's calf, and rubbed it up and down.

Ah Pu swallowed his saliva fiercely, he turned his head, looking at the enchanting arc of Sima Jingling's eyes, Ah Pu's heart suddenly suffocated, and then his heart beat irregularly.

Now, the reason that had been struggling for a long time in Ah Gou's mind finally died.

The breath of spring is becoming more and more obvious, and the strong spring spirit cannot be blocked by the thick palace gate, all of which are exuded.

The flowers planted in the Changle Palace are already delicate and gorgeous, which makes people salivate when they see them, not to mention how gorgeous the flowers look after being watered.

Maybe it's because the scenery in front of you is so beautiful that people can't help but want to pick up a paintbrush to paint this spring color that blooms at night.

Anyway, the lights are bright enough to see the lines of each petal clearly.

Soon, the originally very clean white paper was densely covered with red petals, mixed with some black waterfall-like beauty, which set off these red flowers more brightly.

In the distance, there were some whimpering sounds, small and fragmented, sounding like soft sobbing, but they were tickling to see where the sound of this stoic reverie came from.

The atmosphere inside the hall was intense, and it seemed to be raining outside the hall.

One will be "ticking and ticking", and the other will be dripping. The rain falls on the eaves of the house, or on the thick leaves, making a "crackling" sound, and the sound is endless.

The rain seemed to be getting heavier, and it seemed to suddenly sound a spring thunder or two, and then everything was calm.