The charming and ambiguous voice echoed in the noble emperor's bedroom.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

That's probably what it feels like......

Long drought, every rain?

Zhan Ting gasped slightly, the corners of his eyes were red, and he looked at the girl lying on his chest in a snow-white undershirt.

The impression of a former tyrant has dissipated and has been replaced by a touch of pity.

You can't think about everything, think about it, the little girl can obviously enjoy all the glory in the nest of wealth, but she is taught like a prince, and she has experienced the chaos of the palace, how hard has she lived?

Even if this is the daughter of an enemy...... But what does it have to do with her.

Zhan Ting lowered his eyes, covering the depths of the ocean, as unpredictable as the night.

Xianxian felt a little tired in his heart.

Zhanting is still injured, no matter how she is, she can't make sauce now.

Alas, it's decadent to think about it, okay.

She could only take out the liquor from the temple and pour a few sips, maybe she would not be empty when she was drunk.

Then she moved Zhan Ting into the bed and lay down on a bed with him.

"Your Majesty—"

Zhan Ting spoke.

"Call me Xianxian." She turned sideways to correct him.

"If the Queen Mother hadn't raised me as a prince, I wouldn't have been named 'Liu Yuxian', after all, our father has always given the princesses a superimposed word, Liu Xianxian."

"My name is Liu Xianxian."

She is careless and can say things that make people breathe slightly.

Zhan Ting seemed to have finally given up struggling, and his voice was clear and shallow and delicate: "Immortal." ”

After a pause, he looked at the tiredness in her eyes, "Isn't it bitter to be an emperor?" ”

"It's not bitter at all." Xianxian pulled her lower lip: "I'm a tyrant, the entire court and the world are my territory, no one dares to resist me, how can I be bitter?" ”

However, since she came, she has been letting go of her mouth to Ling Chi those people, in fact, except for the stinky eunuch on the day of the cane, she really didn't understand the tyrannical authority of the tyrant.

Of course, she never took killing people as fun.

The demon concubine wants to be beautiful and elegant.

The point is to be beautiful!

Xianxian fell asleep after speaking, and it was easy to doze off when he was drunk.

As everyone knows, after she fell asleep, Zhan Ting looked sideways slightly.

She said that she was not bitter, but Zhan Ting inexplicably felt her tiredness, and in the same way, he could see a stack of folds on the table when he looked past her, including a red pen and a jade seal, all symbolizing the supreme imperial authority.

His eyes flickered slightly, and then converged.

The night was very quiet, and the complicated and messy thoughts appeared in Zhan Ting's mind.

For example, why did the immortals arrive at the temple so appropriately?

For example, although he knew that she was a woman, no one in the world knew about it.

The old emperor imprisoned him in the temple for the rest of his life, but she brought him out by heart, what did she want to do...... Is it to be her male pet?

At this point, he only knew that she would not restore women's clothing anyway, and she could not restore women's clothing.

Then they sleep together, and it will definitely set off rumors in the palace.

And this kind of gossip cannot be stifled by the tyranny of the king.

----

For a period of time after that, the immortals conscientiously went up and down, reviewed the folds, and dealt with the government.

Zhan Ting continued to recuperate from his injuries in the emperor's bedchamber.

To this day, he was lying on the large dragon bed, his ears moving slightly, but he heard a small sound outside.

"Hey, you know what?"

"Know what?"

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