Most of her wine woke up in an instant.

The man tilted his head sideways and smiled at him slightly: "Your Majesty? ”

Under the candlelight, the room was full of festivities, and the men in wedding clothes were peerless.

Ah Zhao slowly narrowed his eyes.

The smile on her face vanished, and her relaxed expression turned to indifference.

"Someone!" She shouted and raised her hand, breaking free from his hand.

"His Majesty the Emperor of Great Xia, come to my Suzaku, is it so sneaky?"

"Your Majesty?" Inquiries were heard outside the dormitory.

Tonight was the empress's wedding night, and they didn't dare to break in directly.

"Give me ......"

"Zhaoyang!" Hua Yong said quickly, "I just want to say a few words." ”

Ah Zhaoli ignored him and continued to speak.

Hua Yong's expression darkened, and he lowered his voice: "You don't want to know, where is your Holy Monarch now?" ”

Ah Zhao stopped.

She looked at him incredulously.

Like shock, like disappointment.

Hua Yong avoided her gaze.

Oh, yes.

He also felt sad in his heart.

When did he want to say a few words to her, and he was going to use threats?

"Okay." Ah Zhao spoke slowly, and his voice returned to calm.

She raised her voice and said, "Forget it, the Holy Monarch is drunk. It's all right, go ahead and keep watch outside. ”

When the palace people outside heard this, they only thought that the empress was ready to take care of the Holy Monarch personally, and they all sighed in their hearts that His Majesty valued the Holy Monarch.

Ah Zhao looked at Hua Yong indifferently: "Your Majesty the Emperor of Great Xia, I promise that if the Holy Monarch has anything in case, you don't have to leave my Vermilion Bird." ”

Hua Yong closed his eyes fiercely: "Zhaoyang, you and I...... Does it have to be like this? ”

Ah Zhao thought it was a little funny.

She really scoffed: "You and me? Your Majesty, with all due respect, if it weren't for your despicable means, I wouldn't have spoken like this to you. ”

"I will deal with the outsiders who appear in my dormitory as assassins!"

Ah Zhao thought about it and felt that it was not interesting to talk to him about this.

She sat down on the seat on the side and nodded at Hua Yong: "If you have anything to say, just say it." ”

Hua Yong just looked at her.

She was wearing a snow-white middle coat, her long hair was wet and scattered, and water droplets dripped down her body, and the white middle coat was soaked and transparent.

She has always had the bad habit of not wiping her hair after bathing.

Every time he used to, he would pull someone over and sit down, take a clean cloth towel, and dry it for her.

Hua Yong's voice was a little hoarse: "If I don't come, you are ready to go to see other men like this?" ”

Ah Zhao glanced at himself inexplicably.

What does this look like? What does it look like?

She looked down at a large water stain on her chest and reacted.

She laughed when she reacted.

The smile was sarcastic.

"Your Majesty, you have to figure out something."

"This is my dormitory."

"The man in your mouth is my holy monarch, who is alive and worthy of my husband and wife, and a hundred years later, he will share the temple with me and be buried in the imperial mausoleum."

"The one who shouldn't be here is you."

Hua Yong kept looking at her fixedly, watching her say these heart-wrenching words with a flat expression.

He suddenly laughed and said softly, "Don't be angry with me, okay?" I know you're just saying these things on purpose to me off. I know wrong. ”

As he spoke, he walked to Ah Zhao's side, reaching out to take her hand.