The man slowly let go of the hand covering her mouth, and her breathing was unobstructed, and a faint smell of sandalwood wafted through the dark cavern.

She turned around in surprise, and her eyes looked like two pieces of ink jade of excellent color, which could emit a faint streamer even in such darkness.

"Childe! It's really you! Qingyun's voice trembled slightly because he was too excited, and it sounded a little like crying.

"Yun'er, it's me!" King Yi hugged Qingyun tightly in his arms, and his heart was sour and unspeakable, "I just saw you so intimate with the emperor, my heart really hurts!" ”

At this moment, the surging tide that pressed on the bottom of Qingyun's heart but kept shouting and surging finally broke through the embankment after King Yi's last words, and continued to pour out like an uncontrollable flood.

The warm night body rushed out, and continued to flow down the cheeks, dripping on the already soaked lilac-colored dress, and there was a burning pain, and this burning heat burned through the skin to the atrium.

King Yi hurriedly wiped away her tears and hugged her tighter, "Yun'er, I regret it so much, I have begun to regret it since you left, and I am even more heartbroken after learning that you entered the palace, but it has come to this point, but there is no going back!" ”

"Childe, since you can't turn back, you can only keep moving forward! When the great cause has become Qingyun, you can be with your son forever! Although Qingyun's heart was sad, his voice was full of determination.

She knew that it was impossible to break off with the man in front of her with her current status, and only by helping him to sit on the throne would there be hope between them, but if there was such a day, then everything she had paid would be worth it.

The soft flap of her lips gently covered her lips, and the warm breath almost melted her.

Different from Nangong Ling's domineering fanaticism, his kisses are always gentle and pitying, like the gentle drizzle in the spring accompanied by a faint fragrance of flowers, which penetrates into every nerve in the body little by little, making people can't help but indulge in it and can't extricate themselves.

When Qingyun dragged his wet body back to Jiahe Palace, the people in the palace were startled, and they began to get busy in a panic, some prepared hot water, some boiled ginger soup, some looked for dresses, and some went directly to ask for a doctor.

Blizzard hastily ushered her into the inner sanctum, nagging as she went, "What's wrong with you?" How did you become like this after not seeing it for a while? ”

Qingyun didn't speak, and his silent smile was like the clear moonlight shining on the peach petals, and it seemed to be a dark fragrant wind, warm but with a hint of sweetness.

"I'm so cold that I can get goosebumps, and I can laugh out!" Blizzard shook her head helplessly.

Stripped of the wet clothes, the light clouds are like a shelled white zongzi, and the white jade is moist with a clear halo.

Feixue helped her wipe her back and asked, "Didn't you just meet once, as for being so depressed?" ”

Covering the moon grabbed the petals of the basket and scattered them in the bath, and said with a sly smile: "I'm afraid it's not as simple as just seeing one side!" Look at her mouth, how can I look more ruddy than honey grease! ”

She glanced around a few times and found that there was no one around, so she leaned over and whispered: "I'm afraid that I secretly had a private meeting with my son!" Hahaha......"

Qingyun immediately blushed, picked up a handful of hot water and sprinkled it on the moon, but fortunately, the moon quickly dodged the reaction, "Okay, I'll go and serve you ginger soup!" ”

Feixue's eyes flashed a trace of loss and sluggishness, and he reminded in a low voice: "Qingyun, don't let others see the clues, wait until you get out of the bath room or restrain the look on your face, it is the first time that you have appeared like this since you entered the palace, and it is inevitable that others will be suspicious when you see it." ”

The delicate little daughter's demeanor on Qingyun's face was like a delicate flower that was suddenly attacked by a torrential rain, and she lost her color in an instant, and said lightly: "I understand!" ”