The palace in the night, bathed in the moonlight like water, and the eaves of the bucket horns add a bit of gentleness. Qionglou Yuyu, like a hill stacked, wind chimes ringing, far-reaching.

When the time came, the palace lights were extinguished, and only where Shu Ange walked, the lights were brilliant.

The guards who patrolled at night, after seeing Luan's car, bowed to the side of the road from afar, and only got up after Shu Ange's car was far away, and they also guessed in their hearts where His Majesty was going late at night.

Shu Ange asked Luan to stop at the Qingliang Hall closest to Huangjue Temple, and ordered him to go down and stay here today.

Maybe it was just the right night, maybe it was the breeze that invited him, Shu Ange changed into his regular clothes, took off the crown of his hair, simply pulled it up with a hosta, and walked towards Huangjue Temple under the escort of Tsing Yi Wei with the palace lamp.

The lights are on, and the road is long.

At this hour, Xuanjing may have fallen asleep, the lights are swaying, and the wind is sending the fragrance of lotus flowers.

The clogs are knocked on the bluestone slab, crisp and beautiful.

Thinking of one person, it is about the right moonlight, even if you look at his closed door from a distance, you can grow branches and flowers in your heart.

Under the trestle, the lotus flowers are blooming, and the fireflies are flying lightly on the water, as if the stars in the sky have fallen.

Shu Ange walked slowly to Xuanjing's residence, and wanted to stand in front of the door for a while before leaving, but when there were still seven or eight steps away, he suddenly heard a strange noise in the room.

It's like a heavy object falling to the ground, and it's like someone struggling and panting.

Shu Ange was startled, hurriedly stretched out his hand to knock on the door, and called: "Xuanjing, Xuanjing!" ”

Seeing that no one responded inside, Shu Ange took a step back and kicked the door open directly.

There was no lamp in the house, and by the faint moonlight, Shu Ange only saw Xuanjing lying on the ground in rags, and the jade pillow was not far from him.

She rushed over eagerly, stretched out her hand to help Xuanjing up, but felt that his body was burning hot, and his eyebrows were locked.

At the same time, Shu Ange smelled a sweet and fragrant fragrance, his face darkened, and he immediately understood what this thing was.

"Tsing Yi Wei retreats for the time being, and Wu Yi orders not to enter."

In Shu Ange's last mission, he studied various poisons in his spare time, and quickly judged that this incense had the effect of aphrodisiac and paralyzing people.

Xuanjing is afraid that after realizing that he has been tricked, he must save himself first before falling under the bed.

Shu Ange held him in her arms, but the aphrodisiac aroma was very domineering, and she only inhaled a little, and then she felt that her body was hot.

In addition, the person he likes is in his arms, his face is crimson at the moment, and he emits an ambiguous gasp, although Shu Ange is unemployed, he is no stranger to men and women.

She forcibly suppressed the restlessness in her heart, held her breath, and picked up Xuanjing, wanting to take him out of the room first.

Who knew that the Xuanjing was too hot, and he pulled his shirt, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, and even a little red on his chest could be exposed.

Shu Ange's brain exploded, coupled with the effect of aphrodisiac incense, he almost turned around and fell on the couch with Xuanjing.

But thinking of what might happen after Xuanjing woke up, and thinking of the limitations of the system, Shu Ange gritted his teeth and continued to walk towards the door.

"Xuanjing, bear with me, it'll be fine later."

Xuanjing was dazed and felt that the world was spinning, and his heart was like a red lotus karmic fire burning, and his mind flashed repeatedly, that afternoon, the person fell to the ground with him, and the scene of his lips and teeth entangled.

The more he wanted to fade away the figure of the person, the more that person turned into a thousand, raising eyebrows at him, smiling at him, and the phantom was unavoidable.

When the door opened, Xuanjing felt it, he thought it was a villain, but after hearing the familiar and eager call, his heart was light.