Shen Jiu's heart suddenly hung in his throat.

She subconsciously tensed, her body tensed slightly, and her breathing eased.

Bo Jing pushed the door and walked in.

He was still dressed in the same dark robe, with a cold expression and sharp eyebrows. It's just that the light in this room is dim, and it has dyed his facial features a little softly.

Bo Jing walked all the way to the dragon bed.

He glanced down at Shen Jiu and squinted his eyebrows slightly: "Shen Xiaojiu." ”

He read her name lightly, sat on the edge of the bed, and with a handful of his slender fingers, he picked Shen Jiu's chin: "Aren't you trying to seduce me?" ”

He leaned forward slightly, his neck slender, and his Adam's apple pulled out a sensual and beautiful arc.

Bo Jing's eyebrows pressed slightly, and he looked at her with a smile: "I give you this opportunity." ”

Shen Jiu raised his head, and his gaze fell on Bo Jing steadily.

Her eyebrows were cold and quiet, Bo Jing didn't know what was going on, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, he was about to stand up straight, but Shen Jiu suddenly leaned forward, stretched out his hand, and landed on the placket of his clothes.

As soon as she pulled hard, Bo Jing's clothes faded in half, he was slightly stunned, his eyelashes suddenly lifted, and he subconsciously leaned back a little.

As a result, the placket of his shirt was torn open even more, revealing a large area of skin.

Bo Jing suddenly panicked, he pushed Shen Jiu's hand away, and gathered his clothes in three or two.

His expression was a little annoyed: "Shen Xiaojiu! ”

Shen Jiu glanced at him and said lightly, "Your Majesty asked me to do it." ”

Bo Jing's chest rose and fell twice.

He stared at Shen Jiu for a while, and laughed angrily: "Okay, very good." ”

His eyebrows and eyes were gloomy, and his pupils were pitch black.

Shen Jiu subconsciously shrank his neck. She reached out to pull the quilt and wrap herself, but before she could move, Bo Jing's fingers had already landed on her wrist.

His brows furrowed: "What's going on on your side?" ”

Shen Jiu was a little dazed, she glanced down, only to find that there was a small scratch on her wrist.

She retracted her wrist and said in a low voice, "Rubbed in the Imperial Garden." ”

There are many plants and trees in the imperial garden, and she squatted to guard Qin Guifei this afternoon, and was inadvertently scratched a few times.

Bo Jing's expression is not very good-looking.

He stared at Shen Jiu for a while, as if he was suddenly reminded by her, and stared at her unhappily: "Scheming." ”

The Imperial Garden was the first time he had seen her as emperor, but she was not surprised, apparently knowing his identity before.

Bo Jing stared at Shen Jiu for a while.

Knowing his identity, he dared to instruct him to move things, and dared to call him stupid.

Bo Jing's gaze fell on Shen Jiu's neck unkindly.

Shen Jiu was furious by him, shrunk into the quilt a little, and called him in a low voice: "Your Majesty-"

Her voice was low and soft, naturally a little delicate.

Bo Jing retracted his gaze, made a cold face, and said fiercely: "Don't be coquettish." ”

Shen Jiu: "......"

She stared at Bo Jing for a while, and suddenly chuckled: "This is not coquettish. ”

She raised her hand, and her fingertips fell to Bo Jing's arm, followed his arm, and slid to his waist.

She hugged Bo Jing's waist, leaned her cheek against his abdomen, tilted her head slightly, and her gaze fell on Bo Jing's face lightly and softly: "Your Majesty." ”

Bo Jing has a face.

That verse, he thought, was right.

From then on, the king did not come to an early dynasty.

He bowed his head and ordered, "Come here, waiter." ”