Zhao wanted to wake up.

But the aura was so familiar that she couldn't be wary.

Ah Zhao didn't bother to struggle with his body's instincts, and let himself fall into deeper dreams.

She had no idea what was going on.

Here, Feng Zi read and thought, and gradually noticed that the breathing of the other person in this hall was steady and slow.

He raised his eyes, and sure enough, he saw Ah Zhao crooked on the pillow, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Originally, it was just a glance.

But the clear sound of reading slowly faded away.

Feng Zi closed the notebook and stood up.

He slowly approached the man on the bed.

She tilted her head slightly, and half of her face was sunk in the white and soft rabbit fur.

Her skin was so good that she was three points whiter than the rabbit fur when she leaned against it.

But her lips were so red.

In this soft white, it is so eye-catching.

Eye-catching to ...... It makes people involuntarily look up.

Feng Zi looked at it for a long time, and when he came back to consciousness, his fingers were already far away from his lips, but they were only a millimeter away.

It's not a fraction of a second.

Feng Zi lowered his eyelids, hesitated for a moment, and slowly, slowly dropped his fingers.

It's as soft as you imagined.

No, it's softer than you think.

Gently, with curiosity and tentative force, he rubbed against it, and then withdrew as if he had been burned.

He was indeed burned.

It's just that it's not the fingertips that are burned, but the tips of the heart.

"Where else could I ask for a beautiful woman."

There was a faint sigh in the hall.

The voice was so soft, like a puff of smoke, that no one could notice it except the person who said it.

Feng Zi approached, untied the hairband for Ah Zhao, and let the green silk scatter down.

He removed the pillow, half-hugged Ah Zhao and lay gently on the bed, and covered her with the quilt.

During this period, Ah Zhao just frowned slightly, let out a meaningless mutter, and continued to fall into a deep sleep.

She trusted him.

This realization made Feng Zi's whole person happy.

At last he stood in front of the curtain and stood for a long time before finally making up his mind.

Stoop.

Bend over.

Gently, he imprinted his lips on the vermilion lips.

But it's just a touch.

Feng Zi, who could stand up straight, seemed to be boiling all the blood in his body, and his heart was beating like a drum.

He just did something that he had always wanted to do, and it was extremely offensive.

Feng Zi took a deep breath, suppressed more delusions that were about to move, stretched out his hand, and put down the curtain.

Turn away.

It's going to be a little faster.

Hurry up, solve the Shi family, and completely control this country in your own hands.

Only then will he be able to actually reach for whatever he wants.

……

That unbusy afternoon was like an illusion for Ah Zhao.

After that day, Feng Zi seemed to be more difficult than before.

Ah Zhao is in the harem and knows limited information.

She only knew that Feng Zi summoned ministers from all walks of life almost every day.

He was desperately pushing himself to grow up.

In the court, one minister after another was promoted.

The Shi family also began to get anxious.

This emperor seems to be trying to get out of their grasp.

Chen asked to see Ah Zhao again and again, urging her to "slander" Feng Zi.

After all, no one could find the "beauty" that Feng Zi asked.

But soon, a piece of news made everyone stop caring about what beauties were.

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5 more.

There is one more more.