Ahya lowered her eyes slightly, the hair on her forehead was moistened with sweat, and her willow eyebrows seemed to be frowning, adding a little sickly and weak.

She opened her mouth, her eyes were sparkling, and she looked at Xie Ji with three points of disbelief in her eyes: "What is Your Majesty talking about?"

Xie Yu stared straight at Ahya, his face expressionless, but his tone was a little soft: "I just thought, why did you suddenly get up and go to the lake alone to pray for blessings."

You must know that when Lin Wuyue fell into the water, Ahya was still telling him about his fear.

However, after a few days, he actually went to Tingyu Lake where Lin Wuyue fell into the water, and did not let the palace people follow.

Ahya also knew the reason for his suspicions, pursed her lips, and her tone was a little sad: "Your Majesty is suspicious, am I deliberately in danger?"

She clenched her pink fists, and the color of water gradually rose in her eyes: "Is it possible for me to have the ability to be a prophet, to know that the person behind this ghost is Concubine De, to know that Xiao Si'er will come to harm me, and to know that I can get away with it without dying-"

"Ahya!" Xie Yu interrupted her, frowning, "I'm not questioning you."

He didn't expect Ahya's reaction to be so intense, he sighed and took her hand, "You're still sick, rest."

Ahya's fingertips trembled slightly, and a dark color flashed in her eyes.

No questions? Xie Yu was able to say these words, which in itself was already a manifestation of temptation.

A chill ran through Ahya's heart.

No matter what Xie Wei was thinking, he had to let him understand this time: the doubts that are casually exported will make him centrifuge.

Only in this way can Xie Ji's suspicion of belonging to the emperor be restrained.

Otherwise, there will be endless temptations for yourself in the future. And you can't always be on guard, if you make a mistake, what awaits you is the abyss.

Ahya slowly raised her eyes and looked at Xie Ji, her expression was cold, and after a while, she pulled out an ugly smile, and her eyes rippled with tears: "Yes."

Her tone was crying, and her end tone was soft, and it was heartbreaking to hear: "I directed and acted by myself, and I deliberately went to listen to Yuhu to find death, and even the little four who did it were bribed by me, and the box of silver that Jin Wuwei found was the evidence."

Xie Yu was stunned for a moment, frowned, and reached out to wipe her tears, but was dodged by Ahya.

With eight points of grief in her eyes, Ahya withdrew her hand from him, buried herself in the quilt, and said sullenly, "What are you waiting for? If you don't release your concubine from the cold palace quickly, I am the one who deserves to be punished."

Xie Yu was a little at a loss, and even his voice was full of helplessness: "When did I say something about you? Where does this temperament come from?"

Ahya bit her lower lip, tears like broken beads, rolling down the pillow and wet: "I can not care if others scold me for a hundred words, but you can't."

She carried Xie Ji on her back, her body trembled slightly, looking weak and pitiful, and repeatedly emphasized: "It's only you, no."

Not a word.

Lovers are embracing each other like thorns, even if there is only an inch of unfamiliarity and doubt, it will turn into a sharp thorn deep into the flesh and bones.

Xie Yu sighed, his eyes softened, he reached out and hugged Ahya, turned her over and faced herself: "I just said it casually, how can I be like a child."

Ahya's eyes were red, she pulled down the quilt, stared at Xie Ji for a while, and suddenly stood up and pushed Xie Ji.

Her voice was hoarse, a little faint from her illness, but she was still firm: "Go back to your dormitory and rest."

Ahya pursed her lower lip, as if to restrain her tears: "I fell into the water and had a fever, if I gave His Majesty a sickness, I would really be guilty of death."

Her tone was calm, as if she had lost her breath, but her slightly trembling fingertips honestly showed Ahya's thoughts.

Ahya naturally couldn't push Xie Ji.

Xie Yu was like a mountain, sitting on the edge of her bed, not moving at all, staring at Ahya with sharp and dark eyes, and grabbed her wrist for a while.

His palm was wide and powerful, and almost with a casual pull, Ahya couldn't break free, and could only fall towards him with Xie Ji's strength.

Xie Ji seems

I couldn't think of any other explanation, so I simply kissed and sealed the harsh words in the red lips.

Ahya's body temperature was a little high, and her body was weak and weak, almost fiddling with Xie Ji, her breath was entangled, and the ambergris and plum fragrance were intertwined, ambiguous.

Xie Ji's kiss was just like his person, with great aggression, Ah Ya was a little overwhelmed, the tears that were originally just to win pity became true this time, the roots of his ears were numb, and his fingertips kept pushing and refusing, pressing on his hard chest, but he softened his strength.

She could only beg for mercy intermittently in her intermittent breath, and her voice had turned into a puddle of spring water: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty......"

Xie Wei was finally willing to let go, but it was obviously not the end.

At some point, his hand had fallen on the belt of Ahya's clothes, and with a slight pull on her, he peeled her off.

The scattered green silk was placed on the shoulders of the snow, forming a strong contrast with the white jade-like skin, and the sensitive body was slightly powdered, burning the mouth dry.

Ahya was also in a trance, raising her eyes to look at Xie Ji, with tears in her eyes, and she wanted to speak.

She knows best how to do it in moderation. It's fun to make a little fuss, but if it's too much, it will make Xie Ji unhappy.

In the end, Ahya just reached out and hooked Xie Ji's hair crown and took it off.

She grabbed Xie Ji's scattered hair and wrapped it around her fingertips with her long hair, her eyes soaked with love.

Ahya didn't speak, but everything was silent. Z.br>

married as husband and wife, love is not doubtful.

Maybe he is destined not to be in the same coffin with Xie Ji in this life, but at least he has told a secret feeling.

Xie Yu's throat rolled, unceremoniously grabbed Ahya's waist, and trapped the person under him.

He looked at Ahya's reddened eyes, and couldn't help but touch them, extremely gentle.

The next moment, everything is gentle and seems to be just a dream.

Xie Yu forcefully lifted Ahya's jaw and bit her slender and tender neck, like a wolf king holding on to the throat of his prey.

The wind and rain wet the windowsill.

Ahya hugged Xie Ji and used his shoulders to support the weight of his whole body, like a small boat, rising and falling in the turbulent river, her nails scratching fiercely on the king's scarred back, bringing out traces one after another.

Xie Yu was in pain, hissed, and his eyes became deeper.

He didn't take Ahya's hand, and let her vent her frustration on herself, but with much more force.

Soon, Ahya couldn't even scratch, only whimpering, her fingers hanging limply.

Her eyes were hazy with tears, and the teeth biting her lower lip were pulled open by Xie Ji's fingers, this extremely possessive man did not allow her to do anything with her body.

Ahya sobbed, her voice as soft and sticky as melted sugar, and she begged for mercy, "Your Majesty...... Please."

Xie Yu crouched in her ear, his voice was slightly hoarse, his eyes were full of lust, and he was as dark as an abyss: "Ahya."

He softly called Ahya by name and bit down on her earlobe, "You know I hate deception the most."

Ahya hugged him and hid the grief from his face.

Her voice was soft, like some kind of oath: "My blood and bones belong to Your Majesty."

Only the soul will not work.