The wooden nine-curved bridge leading to the pavilion makes a soft sound when stepped on.

It is carved with the sign of the twelve flower fairies, and a section of the bridge near the pavilion is made of white marble, with double-petaled lotus flowers blooming and colorful clouds carved around it.

Tulle flutters gently.

The palace people lit the floor-to-ceiling palace lamps on the periphery.

The shadow in the pavilion is full of shadows.

Sanshui waved his hand and led everyone to avoid it far away and stay at the water's edge.

"On such a moonlit night, it is also a beautiful thing to sit and be accompanied by His Majesty."

The pavilion is covered with clean and new blankets, and the faint incense is emanated.

Chu Zhiyu took off her shoes, her skirt covered her jade feet, she sat on the blanket, and let King Qin sleep lazily on her lap.

King Qin lazily closed his eyes.

Chu Zhiyu was quiet for a while.

The tyrant is not seen every day, and it is rare to be alone, so she naturally wants to create opportunities for herself.

Get in touch with King Qin as much as possible, the more contact, the deeper, the better.

After experiencing the taste of dragon qi assisted cultivation, where is she willing to practice alone in a down-to-earth and painstaking manner.

"Your Majesty."

She called out coquettishly, tilted her head to untie King Qin's hair crown, and let his long hair be free to be loosened.

Then use your hand as a comb and gently smooth his hair.

King Qin closed his eyes and grabbed her hand with unmistakable accuracy.

Chu Zhiyu moved aggrievedly, "The concubine's legs are numb." ”

"It's useless."

It's better than if you don't use it.

Chu Zhiyu snorted lightly.

"Stay and take a break."

"Your Majesty just needs something to rely on, and you can rest comfortably without a concubine."

"Really?" King Qin opened his eyes with a smile.

Dafa raised his head compassionately and let go of Chu Zhiyu's beautiful legs, wanting to see what trick she was going to do.

Chu Zhiyu tidied up the hem of her skirt, lay down next to King Qin, and shyly stretched out her arm to invite.

“……”

Qin Sheng raised his eyebrows.

Chu Zhiyu's ears were red, and she didn't dare to look at King Qin, but her open arms were sending a signal of invitation to King Qin.

It's hard to resist hospitality.

Some of the cheapness can not be taken, but some of the cheapness is missed, and the more you take it, the more you want to take it.

She exudes poppy beauty all over her body.

Soul seducing, more like a goblin.

No, maybe she's a goblin herself.

King Qin lay down, although this little arm was not as comfortable as lying on the elastic and fleshy thighs, but for the sake of the softness that was close at hand next to the side of his face.

King Qin reluctantly agreed.

Everything is quiet, and it seems that only the two of them are left in this world.

The light yarn floats, the moon shadow is swaying, and the wind is gentle.

It makes people relax their minds and quietly enjoy the quiet peace.

Chu Zhiyu didn't understand how she got involved with the tyrant later.

The blanket was stained with water.

The light gauze is reflected in the undulations.

The moon tugged at the clouds and hid itself awkwardly.

Even the sound of the wind and the sound of water waves could not reach their ears, and they hugged each other tightly.

Feel each other's temperature in the cool night.

……

Later, Chu Zhiyu and the tyrant each put on a cloak and went back in a dragon chariot.

After bathing, the two slept separately.

Chu Zhiyu was happy to lie on the bed in the side hall, took a nap, was worried for a while, and looked at the moon distraughtly for a while.

That's how to get rid of the clutter of your thoughts.

Lower the curtains of the bed and meditate inside to take the tyrant's things for yourself.

By the time she opened her eyes refreshed, it was already early in the morning.

The palace people outside heard the movement of getting up and rushed in, and the leader had a bowl of steaming medicine on the tray.

"Niangniang, this is a ...... from Your Majesty"