Chapter Seventy-Five: The Murder of My Husband

The violent aura around him only increased, and he said indignantly: "Emperor Yanfeng, even if Wen Ziyu wrote me a love letter? Aren't you and I only husband and wife in the name but not husband and wife? You knew from the beginning that our union was nothing more than a transaction, so why should you bother with my private affairs! ”

"Private?" The angry eyes almost burned her to ashes: "Since you feel that this king and you are not married and cannot take care of your private affairs, then from today on, you will no longer have secrets with this king!" ”

"Uh......"

She wanted to conjure up petals to resist, but she didn't have the strength to do it all around, and she was unexpectedly sensitive to all his teasing.

"Emperor Yan Sealed ......"

"Uh......"

Emperor Yanfeng, don't ......

She couldn't find any consciousness anymore, and she raised her hand with all her might, trying to push him away, but he would never allow her to do that, especially at this time, and in this case, she was so frightened that she withdrew her hand.

Could it be that what she feared most was going to happen? She doesn't want to have any fetters with any man outside Xianyi Valley, and not handing herself over is the bottom line, why does Emperor Yan want to touch her bottom line again and again? Why can't he respect her!

When his hand was placed under her, he couldn't help but tremble, and immediately grabbed his hand, his eyes were mixed with weakness and firmness: "Emperor Yanfeng, don't ......"

The veil he fumbled over her face and slowly opened his eyes, startling her.

Leaned over and bit her earlobe, and then looked at her face, and saw that the weak firmness in her eyes was gone, she smiled with satisfaction, and said slowly with a suppressed voice in her eyes: "Assan, you should be the woman of this king." ”

"Uhh......h

Outside the window, the cold wind is swishing, and the cold plum blossoms are worse than yesterday. She looked at the red plum outside the window, the red plum was so red, it seemed to be imprinted on her retina, on her heart. The window is full of peach, like a spring day.

The next morning it was a sunny day, and the sun shone through the window on the bed, behind the two-tone gauze tent. The two hugged each other tightly and looked like they were foaming at each other. One of them seemed to feel the harsh sunlight, his eyelashes moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, so frightened that he wrapped the quilt tightly and shrank into the corner at the end of the bed.

The other person was clearly awakened by freezing. Because, the weather is indeed dripping into ice, so cold and cold, and the air is frosty.

When he opened his eyes, he saw her cowering in the corner, and when he looked down at himself, he immediately understood what had happened yesterday in his extremely irrational situation.

looked at her lazily and said, "Give me some quilts, it's cold." He actually said this, and she heard his voice, probably feeling the fear of the wireless.

She shook her head, looked serious, and said, "You put on your clothes, you won't be cold when you put on your clothes." ”

He held his forehead, crying and laughing, this was the first time that a woman dared to treat her like this.

However, to his surprise, after yesterday's events, she was no longer full of fearlessness when she looked at him. Is it because the two have a relationship, so in her heart, it is the beginning of the bond.

If she really thought so, he would go crazy with joy. However, I'm afraid he doesn't think so.

"As usual, at this time, it is time for the attendant to change the king's clothes."

"......" She was stunned for a second, then looked at him and said unspeakably, "You...... Wear your own, I don't have any clothes. ”

"Huh." He couldn't help laughing, then stared at her for a moment, and then nodded to himself after retracting his eyes: "Okay, this king understands." He got out of bed, put on his clothes, and then sat on the edge of the bed again, looking at her who was still cowering and hiding in the corner: "How long are you going to stay in the corner?" ”

"Let's go, I'll naturally get up and get dressed after you leave." When she heard herself say this, there was compromise in her voice, there was laziness, and more than that, she was compromised.

"Why do you want this king to go?" He asked naturally.

If it weren't for the fact that she wasn't wearing clothes at this time, she really wanted to beat him up, so she endured the anger in her heart, and said with a smile: "Emperor Yan, yesterday's incident was not what I wanted, so I hope we can keep a certain distance." Otherwise, I don't know what radical things I'd do. ”

"You threaten this king?" There was a sad light in his eyes.

Her heart sank, and she let out a heavy breath, her heart was not relieved, she stared at him, and said word by word: "I'm serious, I'm not joking with you." ”

He stared at her, then leaned forward.

"Don't move!" Seeing him approaching, his palm immediately turned into sharp petals and held them in his hand, and the petals were only an inch away from his neck: "If you move one more step, I will let you die here." ”

"You're going to murder your husband?"

"Try one more thing."

The joy in his heart was gone. I wanted to tease her, but who knew she was so emotional. The responsibility for last night's incident is not all his, if Wen Ziyu wrote her that love letter, he would not be like this.

It's just that when, in front of her, he became a person who even he couldn't control.

sat up straight, then got up and stood, and said with a light face: "This king won't do anything again, you can rest assured." He seemed to feel that these words were too gentle, his expression was serious, and he said: "Set off for the border in three days, and in the next few days, you can rest and rest." With that, he turned and left.

When he walked to the door, he paused slightly, wondering if the attitude of talking to her just now was too much, and he was very confused, and he glanced at the bed, withdrew his eyes and opened the door, and walked straight out.

After making sure that he was far away, Asama-san on the bed lifted the quilt and looked at the marks on his body, feeling remorseful.

I moved my body, felt a pain, gritted my teeth, and leaned over to the side of the bed to look for clothes, only to find that the clothes had turned into pieces and were scattered on the ground. His brows furrowed, and he shouted, "Si Hua! Painting! ”

Si Hua quickly pushed the door in, and was startled by the mess on the ground: "Princess, this ......"

"Don't ask, go get me a new set of clothes."

"Oh! Yes, yes! Si Hua turned around and hurried out, and soon came in again, handed her the clothes in his hand, and said, "Princess, slave serve you to put them on." ”

"No need!" She had so many marks on her body, how could she be embarrassed to let Si Hua see it, took the clothes, and said to her: "I'll wear the clothes myself, you go out." ”

Seeing this, Si Hua had no choice but to say, "Yes." ”

After Si Hua left, she looked at the clothes in her hand, and subconsciously touched the veil on her face. The clothes were torn, but the veil was intact.

This Emperor Yan was sealed...... Do you preserve the last dignity for her? It's ridiculous! If he really respected her, he wouldn't treat her like this.