"What are you looking at? Little fools. ”

"The Emperor...... The Emperor ......"

Zhang Qiaoqiao realized that he finally realized who was coming, and hurriedly knelt down. Before he could kneel, the man had already lifted himself up. Immediately, a man's unique breath accompanied by a faint scent of ink and bamboo hit him.

The scent of the bamboo is very light, but it smells good.

Zhang Qiaoqiao only felt that her body was a little weak, her cheeks burned crimson, and her heart seemed to jump out.

"Concubine Ai's body is so cold, the weather is cold, don't be contaminated with the wind and cold, let's go back quickly." Between the eyebrows and eyes is the gentleness that can melt boiling water.

With that, he let go of Zhang Qiaoqiao's body and walked into the room.

The evening breeze floated, shaking the hearts of the women. Zhang Meiren also raised her head and stared deeply at the bright yellow.

I touched my chest, my heart was beating strongly, and I was a little flustered.

Fengyue is like my lovesickness, how can I not be lovesick.

No matter what the reason for entering the palace, the man in front of him is the object of his life to try to please. It's just that he didn't expect that he would be as elegant as a fairy in the world, handsome and chic but gentle.

(A certain monk: Which teenager is not in love, which girl is not pregnant with spring, Xiao Yu, you demon!) Come to the poor monk's bowl. ）

———I'm the dividing line———

I had already heard the movement, and Mama Wang and a group of palace people had already knelt down at the palace gate to greet each other.

Cui Yan's hands folded on her legs tightened, and the silent dormitory seemed to hear the sound of her heart pounding.

He took a deep breath and calmed himself.

"Heh, Cui family girl-" Xiao Yu strode to the bed, ripped off the red hijab, and judged Fang Cai's tender appearance.

Under the phoenix crown, the face is pretty, and the skin is as bright as snow.

Dai's eyebrows are delicate and far away, the green temples are thickly dyed with spring smoke, and there is a cloud-like aura of Wushan. There was a thick mist in his eyes, and there was a sadness between his eyebrows and eyes that could not be dissolved.

Yes, sorrow.

Huh——

He is a king, and the whole world is his, let alone a little woman!

Xiao Yu sneered in his heart, serving the king, is he so reluctant?

It's a pity that no matter how reluctant you are, you can't help it!

pinched Cui Yan's jaw, without the slightest pity for the jade, Cui Yan suddenly felt a little painful.

Cui Yan raised her head and stared at Xiao Yu, the person in between, his cheeks were as clear as jade, and his eyes were overwhelmingly strong, making people can't help but surrender at his feet.

The spirit of the king is probably like this.

It's just that those phoenix eyes are too cold and thin, and the cold air is cold.

The woman in front of her dared to look directly at herself, and there was still a look in her eyes, Xiao Yu was slightly surprised in her heart.

He became an emperor at a young age and lived to this day under the suppression of Cui Haoran's party. The blood on his hands was already stained even with more blood than he could count. However, he has always known how to restrain his breath.

He didn't expect that Cui Yan, a weak woman, would be unafraid in the face of her own murderous aura. She looked at him, and he looked at her, his eyes shining with thousands of ice cubes.

Is the newborn calf not afraid of tigers, or is Cui Haoran too unaware of himself on weekdays, so that the young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion is not afraid of the sky?

Obviously, Xiao Yu believes that it is the latter.

The strength of his subordinates increased, and Cui Yan's pretty face suddenly distorted a little.

The bright eyes are stained with tears, like a clear spring, and the brilliance between Gu Pan is like a frightened deer, which is endearing and pitiful.