The man's color was dark, and his rough hand caressed Zhou Wan's face, "You are still as good-looking as before." His voice was hoarse, but it was difficult to hide the taste of maturity that intoxicated her. She became that little girl in front of him again, instead of the concubine who favored the sixth palace. Her hand was over hers, cold and cold.

Zhou Wan smiled and snorted, she didn't seem to be so happy for a long time.

"Did I drink too much to dream of you? I dreamed of you again, but you were much more mature than I thought. It's because the wind and sand outside the plug are too big, you see that the corners of your eyes are all vicissitudes that I can't read. She boldly reached out and touched the corner of the man's eye. She thought she was in a dream, so she was a little older.

However, the man smiled and an affectionate voice came out of his throat: "Wan'er, you're not dreaming. ”

He sniffed Zhou Wan's arm carefully, sniffing from his fingers to his shoulder.

Well, it's the smell of sandalwood.

It's just that his Wan'er never liked to use sandalwood before.

Zhou Wan was stunned for a moment when she saw him move, and she realized that this was not a dream. Her eyes widened suddenly, and her soft lips opened as well. The porcelain white bottle at his feet touched, and the wine slid down the steps.

She was stunned, her expression flashed with a hint of panic, and she was puzzled. "Aren't you, dead?" She asked softly, unsuffocating, and stroked the man's cheek again.

"Nope."

Zhou Wan frowned, teary eyes: "It was your mother who came to write a letter, saying that you are dead." ”

"My mother died of illness before she arrived in that hurried place, how could she write to you? After so many years, he escaped death and returned to Chengping. He laughed, as if to blame her for her whimsy.

"Sure enough, it's father again......" she muttered quietly. Even if I didn't know it before, but after entering the palace, I was used to seeing my father's methods behind people. In this way, in order to break his thoughts, it is not impossible to make a fake letter to make himself die. Her eyes were red, as if she had been stained with hibiscus sap, and she smiled and said, "It's okay, you're still alive." ”

She was barefoot, standing on tiptoe, as before, her hands involuntarily wrapped her arms around Fu Jinhan's shoulders, "I miss you so much." I really miss you. ”

Day and night, Sijun dreams.

If it weren't for Fu Jinhan, Concubine Fu would probably fall in love with King Xia.

She didn't, she has fulfilled her responsibilities as a wife, or has she fulfilled her responsibilities to revitalize the Zhou family. But in addition to the cold pampering in her heart, the accumulation of gold, silver and jewelry, she also longs for someone's sincere care. Fu Jinhan suddenly hugged her from under her flamboyant skirt, and Zhou Wan exclaimed in a low voice and hugged the man in front of her.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold, I've been standing outside for a long time." His deep voice burned all over her.

Zhou Wan blushed and did not speak.

His fingers thrust into her long hair, igniting her blood from the cold. Her tears flowed desperately, she couldn't stop at all, she wanted to pour out all the grievances of these years.

Fu Jinhan lowered his head and kissed her forehead unabashedly: "I'm back." ”

Zhou Wan was gently placed on the bed, and the man squatted in front of him, his eyes throbbing and dangerous. She lowered her eyelashes and looked back at him. He reached for her eyelashes, and fingers slid down, down the bridge of her nose and onto her lips. He suddenly wanted to give her a goodnight kiss. Leaned forward and covered it without hesitation.

There was silence all around, only the sound of heavy breathing.

She was like a sudden wave of the sea, a raging and terrifying white wave that crushed every inch of her nerves. She was scared, but excited, and the desire to stop her bones and blood couldn't let her fall inch by inch.

Gentleness, but it can cost someone else's life.

Fu Jinhan didn't leave for a night, he slept next to Zhou Wan. And this Fu Guifei, as if she had really lived for herself once, lay in the man's arms with fear. Neither of them fell asleep, but neither spoke. When the sky was slightly bright, Zhou Wan raised her head, looked at the man who hugged her tightly, and rested her head on his shoulder again. She seemed to want to rub herself into his body. Zhou Wan was sweating, and her broken hair was stuck on her forehead.

The man kissed her on the cheek again.

There was a light in his black eyes and a smile.

"It's time for you to go." She was reluctant to say, but she reminded softly.

Fu Zhenhan reluctantly got up, and he covered the corners of Concubine Fu's quilt. Outside, a faint glimmer of sky light filtered through the window. He sighed, "The days are getting longer. He could only see his former sweetheart at night, but for both of them, it was enough. Fu Jinhan disappeared into Hua Muyuan with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth. It was as if it had never been quiet, and the bottles in the doorway were still poured there.

Zhou Wan took a deep breath, sat in front of the bronze mirror and patted her face.

Only then did she remember everything from last night, and her heart was pounding and falling out of her throat. Fortunately, there was no one last night, and if someone finds out, he will die. Frightened, she laughed again. The corners of the mouth are red, as if dyed with hibiscus flowers.

She called Lian Juan in, but the personal maid noticed it, and asked in a low voice, "Niangniang, did you sleep well last night?" ”

"Okay." She replied.

Lian Juan looked at her reddened cheeks again, "Isn't Niangniang having a fever, why is this face so red, do you want the slave maid to ask the imperial doctor to take a look." As he spoke, he got up in a hurry.

Concubine Fu shouted sharply, "Come back!" I'm fine. ”

Lian Juan was frightened by this voice, looking at her mother's strange appearance, she was puzzled: "That may be on fire, let's eat something light in the morning." ”

"If you are sick, go and ask the imperial doctor to take a look."

A majestic voice came. King Xia hadn't been here for a long time, and he felt guilty, but because of his dissatisfaction with the Zhou family and Jing Zheng, he gradually stayed away from this former concubine. But in my heart, I still longed to step into this gorgeous palace. Originally, the palace maid came to report, but was stopped by King Xia. He wanted to sneak a peek to see what his favorite concubine was doing in the days he hadn't come, but he heard the conversation just now.

When King Xia came in, Concubine Fu's hands and feet were instantly cold, and she was weak in heart, so she hurriedly knelt on the ground and saluted.

"Get up."

She trembled and smiled, "Why is the king here?" It's been a long time since I've stepped into this Huamu Garden. ”

The spring breeze and rain are dewed, and the corners of the eyes are red, which looks like a lament after self-pity.

King Xia put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her carefully: "Well, I did lose weight." ”

"Niangniang needs to take tranquilizing soup every night these days to fall asleep." Forsythia interjected.

King Xia raised his eyebrows and wiped the tears from the corners of Zhou Wan's eyes.

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