Jing Yiren thought of that dream again, where the imperial uncle and her had embraced each other in the coffin for three thousand years.

Although it was just a dream, it lingered in my mind.

"Uncle Huang, do you like me?"

"......" As soon as Jing Yiren's words came out, the emperor's eyes shrank suddenly, and the throat band slid up and down, as if he was enduring something.

He didn't make a sound for half a while.

It took a long time for him to stretch out his big palm and brush away the hair on Jing Yiren's face.

"Like! Yiren is so well-behaved, cute and beautiful, who doesn't like it when you see it! ”

"......" Hearing such an answer, Jingyi people looked a little disappointed.

Deflated little mouth.

"I'm not talking about this liking! Uncle still remembers King Qiu? ”

“……”

"When I become an adult next year, he will come to marry me, and my uncle really wants me to marry out?"

"......" The emperor was silent for a few seconds: "As long as you want!" ”

Such an answer made Jing Yiren feel inexplicably suffocated.

Unhappily, he raised the quilt, covered his little head, and covered his reddened eyes.

"I do! Why don't I want to, the people are rich in mountains and mountains, King Qiu is handsome, and he said that when he ascends the throne, I will be the queen, why don't I get married! Of course I'm going to marry him. ”

Jing Yiren made a muffled voice in the bed, roaring arrogantly to hide the discomfort in his heart.

The Emperor frowned slightly, and his deep eyes deepened with a hint of gloom.

"If you want!" As he spoke, the emperor stood up coldly and turned .......

Jing Yiren felt that his side was empty, and he hurriedly got his head out of the quilt and grabbed the emperor's sleeve: "Where are you going, Uncle Huang?" ”

"Bathing!" The emperor's indifferent voice, with a slight pull of his sleeve, ruthlessly broke free from Jingyiren's small hand.

Xiao Ran's departure .......

Looking at the back of the emperor's uncle's departure, Jing Yiren felt an inexplicable sense of suffocation in his heart.

She had never had such feelings for her uncle, why did she have a strange dream and become like this?

Jing Yiren uncomfortably grabbed the clothes on his chest and pulled ...... tightly.

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The night is sultry, and the full moon hangs high.

The back garden of the palace was plated with a layer of silver tulle.

In the bamboo forest of the garden, there is a clear blue lake.

As an emperor, Lu Ming is lazily soaking in the cool lake water at the moment.

The smooth upper body leaned lazily on the edge of the lake.

The long hair that fell down floated in the water.

The smooth skin, which is more delicate than a woman, looks even fairer and translucent and flawless in the moonlight.

There is no trace of fat in the lean body.

There is a cherry tree on the edge of the lake, and the petals are falling.

Such a scenery is both beautiful and elegant.

Lu Ming would come here almost every night to take a soak, which could eliminate his irritability for the day.

Thinking about the girl's words just now, there was a breath in his heart that blocked his chest and suffocated uncomfortably.

At the moment, soaking here is only slightly better, and it doesn't play a big role.

The irritable hand swept hard in the water, and the water splashed.

In the distance, there was the sound of trampling on broken branches and footsteps, slowly approaching.

Even if the voice was very small, Lu Ming could hear it very clearly.

Such a cautious should be a woman. And it's a strange woman.

Lu Ming leaned against the lake and fell asleep and frowned.

Even if his eyes are still closed, there is a majesty and domineering aura of the Ninety-Five Honor between his eyebrows, and a cold aura around his body.

Approach with the footsteps behind you.

A slender jade hand caressed Lu Ming's smooth arm, and a woman knelt behind him.