Ling Yun let go of her body and scraped the tip of her nose with her index finger, "In front of me, you are not allowed to say that you are not dead." As he spoke, he took her hand and came to the table, pointed to the plate of delicate pastries and smiled, "This plate of osmanthus cake, do you taste it to your liking." ”

When she looked at the neatly arranged osmanthus cake, what came to her mind was not the joy she should have, but the man in the white robe, and she still didn't know what to call him.

Su Jinyu leaned over and lightly pulled a small piece of osmanthus cake into her mouth, the rich floral fragrance suddenly spread in her mouth, she nodded with a smile, and then pulled off another piece and handed it to Ling Yun's lips, "The taste is really good, doesn't the emperor taste it?" ”

Ling Yun stared at her, took her little hand, and stuffed the osmanthus cake into his mouth.

"Want to get out and about? I remember that there was a small hill in the harem, and it was the season of a hundred flowers, and I don't know how the flowers were blooming there. ”

Whenever he spent time with her, he would be at a loss. He didn't know how to pass this fetters with her, so he had to take her for a walk.

She was still in a state of mind at her age that she was curious about everything, and he thought she would like it, and he wanted to rush out to see it at once.

But Su Jinyu tightened his wrist and looked at him sideways, "It's been a tired day, it's better to let Jinyu serve you to rest." In the coming days, the palace will be very busy. ”

There was a faint melancholy in her words, and Ling Yun's stiff movements came from her fingertips, and she unconsciously let go of her hand.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of his stunnedness, Su Jinyu couldn't help but accuse herself in her heart, saying that she didn't care about it, so why did she say these words to hurt his heart.

Just as she opened her mouth to explain, Ling Yun wrapped her arms around her trembling body.

So cherished, so careful, for fear that it would hurt her. Smelling the faint ambergris on his body, Su Jinyu slapped her butterfly-like eyelashes a few times.

He said he liked her. And she never asked him how deep and long this love was.

Qingyun tells her not to be too affectionate, Hatsuqin tells her not to believe in the love between men and women, and Xingnu tells her that she doesn't want to be hurt.

These so-called admonitions blurred in her ears again, and she felt a little dizzy when they knocked.

"Let's talk to me for a while." Ling Yun pressed against her forehead and said softly. He and her had seven days to spend with each other, and after these days, he knew that he would leave her behind for a while, afraid that she would be sad and lonely, "I haven't talked to anyone for a long time. ”

He didn't mind removing his atrium in front of her, even with the layers of camouflaged armor. A woman he looks at with his life, except for sincerity, he doesn't know what else he can do, gentle words or complete possession of her?

As the thought crossed his mind, his arm tightened. She is so weak, thirteen years old, teach him really don't want to give her too much heaviness, just be happy.

"Your Majesty, it's so lonely." Su Jinyu staggered his jaw, rolled her eyelids and looked at him distressedly.

Five fingers stroked his silver hair and bit his lower lip, "I wish I could give you inky hair, and if I could, I would rather trade the most precious thing for it." ”

His hair is like snow, and his temperament is like that spring breeze, blowing to people's heartstrings.

"The most precious thing, Jinyu, what is that?" Ling Yun raised his arm over the back of her hand that had sunk into her hair, staring into her eyes and asked.

"Secrets, secrets that can't be told to you." She smiled and spat out.

Su Jinyu was saying that what she said was that she didn't even figure out what her most precious thing was. Not before, maybe now, but in the future. The most precious thing she is at the moment is Ling Yun, so is she willing to exchange the happiness of her life for his black silk? She shuddered at the thought of this.

Ling Yun took her hand and moved it to his lips and kissed it lightly, "I'm a little tired, Jinyu, wait until I'm asleep and then go back, okay?" ”

The light fragrance of osmanthus came out of her lips, and it was warmly sprinkled on Su Jinyu's cheeks, and she was sensitive, and soon aroused two little red clouds.

"My hurt hasn't faded yet, and if I stay for a long time, I'm afraid of infecting you, which won't be good." She lowered her head and said shyly.

Ling Yun laughed a few times, took her hand and walked to the bed, "Girl, you slept with me last night. If you want to talk about infection, I have already been infected, right? ”

Su Jinyu didn't raise his head, and buried his head and let him lead him. Her cheeks seemed to be burning, burning from her neck to her forehead, and she secretly reached out and touched it, for fear that she would start to burn again.

There was a hot touch in her hand, and Ling Yun turned to look at Su Jinyu, "What's wrong?" Is your body so hot? Do you have a fever again? "I barely suppressed the burn last night, and I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it if she works so hard today.

He only cared about the draft of the Imperial Garden, and forgot to explain to Qingyun, he was really damned, damned.