When Yang Ming looked at Zhao Ji, Zhao Ji was also looking at Yang Ming, Zhao Ji was not a stranger to Yang Ming, after all, it was difficult for Zhao Ji to change.

But Yang Ming is different for Zhao Ji, Yang Ming was only sixteen years old when he first came to Xianyang, and now it has been nearly a year, for a teenager of Yang Ming's age, it may not be seen for a month, and a lot of changes will occur.

Looking at Yang Ming in front of her, Zhao Ji couldn't help but think of the first time she came to Ganquan Palace, she was not in a good mood at that time, and on a whim, she inexplicably walked to the Qilin Pavilion that she had never heard of at all.

There, she meets an interesting teenager.

He was much taller than he had been when I first met. Zhao Ji secretly thought to herself, her eyebrows and eyes are very good-looking, heroic and sunny, not so aggressive, and her hair is also very beautiful, well, dark and dense.

The next Zhao Ji didn't know what she thought of, her face couldn't help but blush slightly, in her sight, Yang Ming was already eight feet tall, and under the battle armor was a sturdy body, but there was no burly, it was completely a very reasonable sense of strength, a thin point would look thin, and a fat point would look too 'burly'.

Catching up with Yang Ming's gaze, Zhao Ji subconsciously looked away, but then as if she thought of something, she stubbornly straightened her neck, and there was a point or two more stubbornness in her expression.

"Get on your knees." After Yang Ming and Zhao Ji were silent for a long time, Zhao Ji took a deep breath, almost let the unbelted red dress crack, and pinched the majesty that belonged to the Queen Mother, and even deliberately lowered and slowed down her voice to show the irresistibility of her orders.

What's wrong with this? Yang Ming looked at Zhao Ji suspiciously, and for a while he didn't know what this often out of tune Queen Mother was thinking.

Yang Ming's hesitation fell in Zhao Ji's eyes, and it became something else entirely, Zhao Ji, who thought that Yang Ming had ignored him and offended his majesty, couldn't help but be a little discouraged, but thinking of what he saw last night, Zhao Ji picked up his momentum again: "Kneel!" “

Yang Ming subconsciously wanted to roll his eyes, at this time he barely understood what Zhao Ji wanted to do, but what did Zhao Ji go through, and suddenly became so fat?

Zhao Ji saw that Yang Ming still didn't mean to kneel, and she was a little anxious for a while: Why didn't you follow the plot designed by the mourning family, this?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ji's round toes clasped the ground, and he quickly took a few steps forward, and pressed towards Yang Ming with some menacing momentum: "You kneel for me......"

Zhao Ji was in a hurry, but she even forgot the word mourning.

It's just that this time, before Zhao Ji finished speaking, Yang Ming really knelt down.

Looking at Yang Ming, who was close to her and seemed to be able to breathe on her soft lower abdomen, Zhao Ji subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the stubbornness and reappeared rebellion in her bones made her stabilize her figure.

"Lean down." Zhao Ji ordered.

At this time, Yang Ming, who had already seen Zhao Ji's true thoughts, also followed Zhao Ji's thoughts, and when Yang Ming leaned down, a pair of white and tender feet were completely presented in front of her.

"Yuan Li is not feeling well today, so you will temporarily serve as the close attendant of the mourning family." Zhao Ji raised her foot and stepped on Yang Ming's shoulder.

Hearing Zhao Ji's voice, Yang Ming subconsciously raised his head, and at this time, Zhao Ji stepped on Yang Ming's shoulder with one foot, and the skirt that could barely cover his ankles formed a small curtain at the end of Yang Ming's sight with Zhao Ji's arched calves.

For a moment, Yang Ming's eyes were full of thrilling colors,...... Zhao Ji's color.

Zhao Ji never thought that Yang Ming would suddenly straighten up, and in shock, the foot that was still stepping on Yang Ming's shoulder had slipped to the floor, and her body only took a slight step forward, but it allowed Yang Ming to have a world.

"Huh?" The touch of the lower abdomen made Zhao Ji anxious for a while, how could she take care of the majesty of the Queen Mother, she picked up her clothes in a panic, pushed Yang Ming away, and was about to run away with her skirt.

It's just that Zhao Ji didn't realize that she was really too flustered, she pulled up the hem of her skirt, just to push Yang Ming away, and she should have put it down when she pushed Yang Ming away, but she forgot about it, and fled in a hurry regardless of the tail.

Looking at the back of the red-clothed showman, the righteousness in Yang Ming's body had a tendency to boil.

What young man can resist the temptation in front of him.

Zhao Ji jumped into the bath, wanting to use the level to regain her restless blood, but she forgot that the water was hot water, even if it was hot water that could be used for bathing, but at this time, it touched her body, but it fueled the flame burning in the blood.

What are you afraid of? Why should the mourning family be afraid of him? Zhao Ji caressed her heart with one hand, thinking about herself as she was, and couldn't help but feel annoyed and angry.

Stupid to death, I don't usually look very shrewd, and when I'm with the startling salamander, I don't see you so sluggish, how can you look stupid in front of the mourning family. Zhao Ji, who sank herself into the water, complained, only feeling that Yang Ming's stupidity was really hopeless.

Suddenly, Zhao Ji's round ears shook slightly, and then the muscles in her spine couldn't help but tighten.

She heard footsteps, and now there are only two people in this hall, she and Yang Ming, who does the footsteps belong to? The answer is self-evident.

He?

Yang Ming walked to the edge of the bath step by step and looked at Zhao Ji in the pool condescendingly.

She stood in the water, her skin stained with many crystal droplets, one hand unconsciously stroked her long hair, leaning slightly, showing a natural and elegant posture.

The ultimate in charm is also a kind of natural elegance.

Her skin was like a baby, white and red, as if it would overflow with water when pinched, whether it was her knees or a pair of feet, she could not find a rough spot, her long inky hair was scattered on the water, vaguely covering her face, and her black eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

Her other hand was crossed in front of her.

At that moment, Yang Ming thought of a sentence: they would float.

Zhao Ji didn't look back, but she knew that Yang Ming was standing behind her.

She knows that after today, many things will never be the same again, although she has been prepared for a long time, and she is not an untrained girl, but when it comes to the end, she is still a little at a loss.

"I'm terrified." Behind Zhao Ji, Yang Ming's voice sounded.

"If you run away now, it's still too late." Zhao Ji said coldly.

"I can escape, but my heart can't." A pair of broad palms had already landed on Zhao Ji's shoulders.

"You?" Zhao Ji subconsciously pressed the palm that Yang Ming landed on his shoulder.

"I'm scared, you're the queen mother after all." Yang Ming said.

"You are a mourner, who dares to touch you?" Zhao Ji raised his head and looked up at Yang Ming, his expression was full of arrogance and domineering, but Yang Ming saw a strong look between Zhao Ji's eyebrows.

"But I'm also happy." Yang Ming continued.

"Because the mourning family is the queen mother?" Zhao Ji sneered, and when Yang Ming showed a cautious and apprehensive attitude, Zhao Ji regained her confidence and no longer had the nervousness and panic she had just gone.

"No, because you're my little aunt." Yang Ming leaned down and leaned into Zhao Ji's ear and said.

"You? Hmm......" Zhao Ji suddenly couldn't say any more, and subconsciously bit her lip.

Her weakness was caught by Yang Ming.

……

A ray of sunshine woke Yang Ming up from his nap, everything before was like a dream, only the woman sleeping quietly beside him made him feel that all this was true.

The afterglow of dusk sprinkled on the bed through the curtains, and the long cloud-like fluffy hair scattered on the snow-white shoulders, and the delicate face was faintly visible.

Yang Ming couldn't help but brush away his hair and kiss her lightly on the forehead.

Zhao Ji moved her lips, let out a few babbles, muttered something she didn't know what to say, and refused to wake up.

After a long time, when Zhao Ji woke up from his sleep, he met Yang Ming's smiling eyes, his face was red, he quickly closed his eyes, and finally slowly opened them again.

Zhao Ji remembered all the things before, and there was a kind of shyness in her heart that only a girl can have.

Zhao Ji thought back, her gaze turned from the bath to the floor, then to the bath again, and finally landed on the soft couch under her.

Zhao Ji suddenly realized that she seemed to have lost, but she also seemed to have won.

As a woman of Zhao State, she was already outstanding in dancing, and later learned a little martial arts, and her physical strength was not bad, but she was killed and collapsed.

Yang Ming sat up straight, stroked Zhao Ji's round cheeks, and said with a smile: "The Queen Mother is very good!" ”

Zhao Ji couldn't help but bite him lightly, and hurriedly said, "Don't!" But she felt the change in Yang Ming, and now she just wants to hang up the no-fight card.

Yang Ming touched his forehead, "Mistake, mistake!" ”

Frost worked hard all over his body, eliminating the flames that seemed to want to be rekindled.

Zhao Ji relieved himself and said, "Let's go!" But I felt that my voice was hoarse, and I couldn't help but be a little surprised, could it be a cold?

Yang Ming pressed against her forehead and said with a smile: "You were like that before, it's strange that your voice is not dumb!" ”

Zhao Ji's face turned red, but she was a little worried, "Isn't the mourning family very ......." ”

Thinking of everything before, it was far beyond her original imagination, which made her a little worried, afraid of being despised by him.

Yang Ming resolutely said: "Everything is to blame on me, and it has nothing to do with the Queen Mother." There was a smile on the corner of his mouth as he spoke.

Zhao Ji blushed and slapped him and said, "Don't blame you, you can blame others." ”

Yang Ming pinched her chin and said, "But the Queen Mother, you also ......." Yang Ming raised his eyebrows as he spoke, and the meaning was self-evident.

Zhao Ji was ashamed and bit Yang Ming's hand fiercely.