Outside the palace gate, the palace people are lighting the lanterns of His Royal Highness, and a row of red lights is passing under the eaves, waiting, reflecting the tall and slender figure of the man.

Cen Yao was dressed in a brocade fur made of black fox fur, his body was even longer in the dark, his long legs were very large, and the guards behind him followed with small and hurried steps, and he also carried a delicate red light in his hand.

In front of the dormitory, the palace maids guarding the door bowed quietly one by one, and there was no sound in the night.

The heavy door was pushed open, and the fragrance and warmth came to the face.

The man walked in, and the door slowly closed behind him.

The temperature in the room was slightly high, and as soon as he walked in, he began to sweat behind him, Cen Yao glanced around, and saw the warm basins placed in the four corners, in addition, at the foot of the bed opposite, there were also two warm basins, the carbon fire inside was burning red, and the faint fragrance of grass and trees permeated the tip of the nose, with a little burning.

The man's thick eyebrows frowned slightly, strode forward, and lifted the layers of gauze tents outside the bed, and in the tent were flowery hibiscus quilts, and the woman was lying on top of the quilt at this time, with only a soft and smooth silk inside, revealing her white and slender hands and feet.

Seeing this scene, Cen Yao only felt that his whole body was getting hotter and hotter.

Thinking of his current identity, he felt more and more unbearable, so he directly untied the fox fur and threw it on the lampshade on the side.

The light of the night pearl was instantly blocked, and the warm bed was dim, but the limited vision made the other five senses more and more acute.

The tip of his nose was filled with the hot aroma of being baked by the charcoal fire, the sound of a woman's breathing came from his ears, and his palms had already been soaked with sweat.

In the darkness, he leaned over to look.

The woman was lying on the quilt, her black hair was scattered on her side like a thick cloud, and her little face was red in the steaming white, her red lips were slightly opened, her breathing was a little short, and the broken hair on her forehead was already soaked, sticky and sticky to her face, and her body was even more so, and her underwear was stained with wet sweat.

Cen Yao's throat slid up and down, he pursed his lips, his heart was eager to endure, and he reached out and rubbed it along the woman's back from top to bottom.

Ding Bao woke up.

slept soundly, and a tingling sensation in her back made her subconsciously feel that there was danger approaching.

She opened her eyes suddenly, a pair of dark eyes were facing her, that is, she was slightly stunned for about three seconds, Ding Bao quickly retreated, and took advantage of the effort to turn around and make a look of shock and fear on her face.

She spoke in a hurry.

"Who are you?!"

Cen Yao saw the woman's frightened appearance, and secretly regretted it in his heart, realizing that what he had just done was indeed abrupt.

If it were any woman, a tall and burly man in bed in the dead of night would be so panicked and afraid.

He sat still, gave her time to calm down, and whispered.

"Mother really doesn't know me?"

He was sure that Ding Bao would not shout.

If a man appears in the palace of the concubine, if it is known to outsiders, it will only damage his reputation.

Sure enough, Ding Bao just hid at the foot of the bed, and only looked at him sideways after calming down for a long time.

With just one glance, the woman looked incredulous.

"Cen, Lord Cen? Why are you here?! ”

Cen Yao raised his eyes and looked at her without squinting, his tone was low and slow.

"I, of course, I'm here to help my mother."

"Help? Help me with what? ”

The man hooked his lips and smiled wantonly.