But after waiting for a while, he still couldn't wait for his next move, Yisha was confused, and couldn't help but open his eyes, and happened to meet him with an interested look, so he had a good look.

He seemed to be deliberately teasing her.

"You ........."

Thinking that he had just looked at him with a shy face waiting for him to kiss, Isa was so ashamed that her cheeks were red, and her pink fist hammered lightly on the man's chest, trying to break free of his embrace.

"Where are you going?"

The man would let her go as he wished, and immediately tightened his arms and trapped her between his broad chest.

Probably because of her shyness, she lowered her head and refused to look at him, and even buried her face in his chest, unable to let go of what had just happened for a long time.

Even if they have been married for half a year and fall asleep with each other hugging each other every night, in front of him, she is still as shy as a little girl.

"What did you do today?"

Knowing that she was thin and shy, King Loulan diverted the topic and let her go with great mercy.

It's a question he asks every day, and she's happy to answer it, sharing with him what she's done for the day.

Her life, except for him, is no one else, naturally no more than playing the piano and writing every day, which is obviously a boring thing, and it has become completely different from him, and he is very patient to listen to her every little thing, and he does not feel bored at all.

"Ah, nothing, just ......... I played the piano for a while. ”

Because of his inquiry, Yisha remembered that the scroll had not had time to clean up when it was placed on the table, and she panicked, and her jade hand grabbed the corner of his robe, deliberately blocking his steps.

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

A man with great perceptiveness, how could he not notice her abnormal reaction? The light of her eyes swept silently over the place where she had peeked.

On the marble bookcase, pen, ink, paper, and inkstones are neatly arranged, apparently their owners, who have used them not long ago.

"Practiced?"

Growing up in a strict environment, she is proficient in calligraphy and painting, especially the words she writes, which are smooth and charming.

She likes to write poems and practice calligraphy, and she often writes them down all day long, so even if no one talks about her heart when she enters the palace, she almost stays in Qinshui Courtyard and does not feel bored.

"Hmm......... Just wrote a few ordinary verses, nothing......... Good-looking. ”

Afraid of attracting his attention, she replied casually, wanting to divert his attention, but for a while she couldn't think of anything to say.

"Oh? That lonely should be appreciated. ”

Her reaction was all in sight, her healthy arms around her shoulders, and her steps were irresistible towards the desk.

As usual, the king of Loulan picked up the brush that had been resting on the inkstone and dipped it in ink, intending to continue her remaining poems, and when she looked down, there was only a wrapped scroll on the table, where there were unfinished poems.

"Hey, don't look!"

Yisha wanted to stop it, but it was too late, the man opened the scroll, and when he saw the delicate ink painting on it, a faint smile rarely appeared on his resolute and serious face.

"Oh? It's so good-looking, why hide it and don't want to know alone? ”

Pale black ink painting, seemingly simple strokes, outlining a picture of a figure with exquisite lines, although only half of the drawing, the appearance has not yet been formed, but at a glance, he can see who she is drawing.

"Why does the man in the painting look exactly the same as Lone? Could it be ......... Coincidental? ”

He asked knowingly, raised his eyebrows and deliberately asked, holding the painting seriously and carefully appreciating it, as if he couldn't put it down.

Seeing that he liked it, Isa felt a strong sense of satisfaction in her heart, and originally planned to give it to him on his birthday when the work was completed, but she didn't expect to be discovered by him in advance.

Since she was a child, she likes to write poems and paint, but she paints landscapes, which is the first and only time she has depicted people.

Originally, I didn't think of drawing him, but whenever she sat at the table and practiced calligraphy, her mind was full of his shadow, and she took action under the ghost's envoy.

"Lifelike, lifelike." His heartfelt appreciation.

Even a simple word of praise is better than a thousand words from other people's mouths, I was worried that I was not doing well enough, but when I heard his words, my nervous heart relaxed, and my heart was as sweet as a layer of honey.

"If you like it."

Isa carefully rolled up the ink and placed it on the bookshelf, and in a few days, she would be able to complete the work.

"What's wrong?"

Just as he wanted to turn around, he was hugged from behind, and a sturdy wall of flesh was attached to his back.

Men have always been strong, especially to her, with thick arms tightly encircling her slender willow waist from behind, not allowing her to refuse, full of possessiveness.

He was tall and mighty, even if he sat on his lap, he was still a lot taller than her, making her more and more petite and delicate, arousing the strong protective desire of men hidden in his heart for her.

"These few days, you have suffered."

Although the voice is cold and hard, it is gentle.

"Nope."

Isa shook her head and leaned against his chest, "I'm doing well, I'm not wronged at all." ”

The sacrificial ceremony, originally considering that she had not been out of the palace for a long time, wanted her to go out of the palace to relax, but who knew that there were still some remnants of the rebels annihilated last time, and the accompanying guards were not well protected, and her whereabouts were unknown in the chaos, and there was no news at all.

In the two days since her disappearance, he was so worried about her safety that he ordered the execution of the guards who had neglected their duties to protect her, and all the other minions involved were spared and were severely punished.

This incident not only shocked the court, but also spread among the people.

"Lone won't let this happen again in the future."

Sensing the increased strength surrounding him, his hot and steady breathing came from his ears, and Isa lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on the big hand around her waist.

Roujing, holding his palm, the white and delicate fingertips gently slid on his broad palm, which connected the pulse of life and held the lives of countless people.

These hands, stained with the blood of thousands of people, will continue to grow in the future.

He was murderous, bloodthirsty, a tyrant in the hearts of the people, and everyone feared him.

She is not afraid, no matter how others judge her, in her mind, she will always be her hero.

A hero who belongs to her alone.

"Then the Western Han general, what are you going to do?"

She never asked half a word about the affairs of the court, just because this matter had something to do with her, and she didn't want him to cut off Zhao Fu's head for his own reasons.

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty sent people to send good gifts all the way, if Loulan killed Zhao Fu, wouldn't it be declared an enemy of the Western Han Dynasty?

"Hmm......... Tomorrow, I will send someone to send a letter to the Western Han Dynasty to inform Emperor Wu of the good things he has done with these two good minions! As for how to deal with Zhao Fu, it depends on whether the reply he gives is satisfactory to both parties. ”

Of course, he knows the stakes very well.