Seeing his eyelashes tremble twice under his fingertips, the emperor withdrew his hand.

When those thin eyes opened, he didn't say angrily: "Awake? ”

The consciousness returned too slowly, and Beitang couldn't judge whether the person in front of him was the target he was looking for from the touch that fell on his lips when he was feeding the medicine before. When he regained control of the poisoned and weakened body, he opened his eyes and looked at the man sitting on the edge of the bed, also wearing a red wedding dress, waiting for him to wake up.

In the vision that became clear, the young Jianzun's gaze fell on the emperor's face, and he saw that he was also looking at himself.

Unlike the arrogant Jin Ling Gongzi, and the bold prince who dressed as a military general in the last fantasy world, this time the king in red has extremely dangerous eyes.

- Even when you look at people with a smile, you feel as if you are entangled in a snake and can't breathe.

Seeing that the person in the bed woke up and looked at him differently than before, the paranoid and suspicious king suddenly remembered the scene when he first saw the young master when he was young.

At that time, he was only a teenager, standing under the palace wall, like the brightest touch of moonlight in heaven and earth, and like a white plum that bloomed alone in Ling Han.

At that time, he looked at himself with the same eyes as now, with inquiry, and not yet with so much hatred.

But what else do you want to do? Can we go back to that time?

The red-clothed emperor snorted, casually hooked up a strand of black hair scattered on the mandarin duck brocade quilt, and asked the person lying on the pillow: "It is said that in the evening, the teacher wants to see me?" Obviously tonight is a good day to get married, if you want to see me, why rush for a while? The Imperial Doctor said in front of his eyes that the residual poison on the teacher's body has not been cleared, so it is not appropriate to be overly excited-"

The black green silk was wrapped around Ruyu's fingertips, Chu Yiyang in this illusion was neither a sword cultivator nor a general, his pampered fingers were slender and flawless, without the slightest callus, and as soon as he let go, the strand of hair that was hooked by him fell back on the brocade quilt.

He smelled the faint fragrance of white plum on the person he liked, raised his hand that had been wrapped around his hair, came to the other party's lips, and wiped off the light-colored medicinal juice left on it, "Is it because the teacher wants to avoid getting married tonight, so he deliberately let himself vomit blood, so that I can let you go?" ”

Although the emperor's voice was soft, it exuded a dangerous aura.

He wiped off the potion and did not remove his fingers, but rubbed his knuckles repeatedly on the thin lips, kneading the bloodless flaps of his weak lips into the red he liked.

"Since you have entered the palace, then you can stay here with peace of mind, what else do you have to toss?"

"Everyone knows that the teacher is the person I value the most, otherwise they wouldn't have gone out of their way to sneak in and poison you."

"Or is the teacher still wondering who will get you out?"

The red-clothed tyrant raised his eyes, as if the dark sea with a storm brewing, finally revealing a dangerous undertone.

As he spoke, he approached the man on the bed: "Is that my stupid brother?" I divided his fiefdom so far that it was too late for him to come back. ”

The hair of the two men was intertwined.

The paranoid and brutal emperor muttered, "He likes the teacher, and I like the teacher...... Why can't the teacher pay more attention to him? ”

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The author has something to say:

XVII 23:48:36

When this kind of forcible snatching drama

The one that was taken on the other side

Instead of resisting

And the reverse is the offense

XVII 23:49:13

It's funny to help

Hugging 23:49:26

Demon Lord: It's a bloody game!!

Brother Chu: This is a historical reincarnation......

Kitado: Ah! It's a miracle wife traveling around the world!

XVII 23:49:32

Hahahahaha

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Chapter 71

"Your Majesty." The voice of the old eunuch came from behind the screen, interrupting the eyes between the two, "The auspicious time has come, it's time to salute." ”

The emperor, who was deeply watching the people under him, straightened up and pulled Beitang up in the cold night: "Come in." ”

The palace people rushed in under the leadership of the old eunuch.

Beitang's cold night gaze swept over them, and they all changed to unfamiliar faces, and they were no longer the same group of people during the day.

Throughout the ages, it has been rare for two men to marry, not to mention that the emperor forcibly marries his courtiers and the students forcibly marry his own teacher, and there is no rudeness to follow.

One of them, as a tyrant of the generation who was not buried in the emperor's tomb after death, did not respect heaven and earth, was not afraid of ghosts and gods, and had no relatives in his eyes, so he omitted all the worship when he was married.

Even the two wedding letters with the seal of the priest and representing the blessing of the shrine for this marriage were sent to the eyes, waiting for the two to write their names on them, and the emperor, whose face became more and more gorgeous in the firelight, was only a snort, and ordered someone to withdraw: "Take it away, ruin the fun." ”

The old eunuch was stunned for a moment, and saw that the emperor looked sideways at the person sitting beside him, and said in a gentle tone: "The teacher must not want to write his name on a marriage book, right?" It just so happens that I don't need this piece of paper to prove it. ”

"Take it, take it!" The old eunuch came back to his senses and urged in a low voice.

He was obviously prepared to please the emperor, but the horse's fart slapped on the horse's leg, and hurriedly waved his hand to the palace people holding the marriage book, signaling them to hurry down.

When Chu Yiyang turned his head, Beitang's eyes fell on the two marriage books.

This was the first time he had seen a marriage book in the world.

Unlike the ritual of the monk's marriage, the marriage book of a mortal has no contractual power, but in this illusion, he had the opportunity to experience how a mortal is married, and he even had the idea of "it would be good if he could leave his name and the person next to him here".

There was no worship of heaven and earth, and there was no marriage certificate as proof, because he was poisoned and weak, and he did not make a cup.

When the process of getting married in the world came to them, there was only one knot left.

In the night breeze, the peach blossoms that were blown off from the branches floated into the palace, and according to the emperor's temperament, after the old eunuch announced that the two began to tie their hair, no bride came forward to take over.

The box containing the red thread of the old moon was picked up, and the emperor's slender fingers hooked and took the red thread himself.

He turned sideways, reached out and picked up the black hair that he had just wrapped around his fingertips.

Beitang's cold eyes moved with his fingertips, and after seeing that Chu Yiyang had hooked a strand of his hair, he naturally took a strand of the same jet-black green silk from between his hair, and then wound the red thread around the end.

married as husband and wife, the white head is inseparable.

The contrast between the white fingers and the red silk threads is clear, and it is this long-cherished wish that is entwined.

Beitang's breath suffocated in the cold night, and he felt the throbbing pain that had faded before hit his chest again.

The sequelae of this poisoning seemed to replace the words of the ancestor, reminding him in this illusion that he should not be emotional, as long as the emotions were affected by the person in front of him, he would feel pain.

Under the candlelight, the red-clothed emperor's expression was focused, unaware of his pain.

At this moment, this stunning face was like a son of God under the reflection of the candlelight, without the slightest hint of the usual perverseness and violence.

Beitang's cold night suppressed the pain in his heart, lifted his gaze from his fingertips, and rested on his eyebrows.

As if sensing his gaze, the man with red lines in his fingertips raised his head.

Seeing the black eyes of the person in front of him that seemed to retreat from hatred in the candlelight, giving people the illusion of tenderness, the red-clothed monarch smiled at him, and took the golden scissors sent by the old eunuch in the other hand.

The golden scissors closed and cut at the end of the red thread, and the two strands of hair wrapped in the red thread fell into his palm.

"Teacher, look." He called the teacher and handed the wrapped hair to Beitang Hanye, so that he could see it clearly, "From now on, the teacher will be with me, entangled to the end, and will never leave." ”

As soon as these eight words stirred up a ripple in the heart of Beitang's cold night, the old eunuch announced in a timely manner: "Licheng-"

Then, as he watched the elder emperor, he reached out and took the wooden box lined with red cloth, and let the two strands of hair that were tangled fall into the box.

The old eunuch held the box and said happily: "The old slave congratulates Your Majesty, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, and the old slave will not bother." ”

After speaking, he led the palace people behind him to salute, and then waved his hand to let all the palace people standing in the palace retreat.

After placing the wooden box containing his hair under the burning red candle, he withdrew with a smile on his face.

In the happy hall where the red candles were shining, there were suddenly only two people left again.

The voice of the red-clothed emperor sounded, and he asked with a bit of restraint, "I have wanted to say that the teacher has such a fragrance—" He dragged out his last note as he approached the person beside him, like a beautiful beast ready to show its fangs, "What incense?" ”

Beitang looked at him as he spoke, and once again ruffled his hair around his fingertips, lowered his head to sniff lightly, and his eyes suddenly became deep.

The other person did not notice it, only immersed in the fragrance of white plum.

He approached in the direction of the growing aroma, his red lips were attached to the red placket, the tip of his nose was roving upward, and he said while looking for the source of the aroma, "Obviously, in my palace, I use the same incense as me, but it still has a different taste from me...... What is it? ”

When those lips touched the side of his neck, he whispered as if he was off the ground, and Beitang was slightly shocked by the cold night.

However, before he could make a move, his vision changed suddenly, and he was forced to fall to the bed by the person next to him.

The bed shook, and a faint golden bell rang from somewhere.

Under the candlelight, the beauty is like jade, and the long black hair is like a match, scattered on the red mandarin duck brocade quilt, in exchange for the infatuated gaze of the red-clothed tyrant.

His amber eyes seemed to have a magnetic force, firmly locking the gaze of Beitang's cold night, and he couldn't be distracted from this position.

"Strange ......," the red-clothed emperor said suddenly, with a clear suspicion in the depths of his obsessive eyes.

He leaned forward, used his own weight to suppress all the resistance movements of the people under him, and raised a hand that was originally restraining the cold night of Beitang, and touched his face, "In the past, I 'offended' the teacher like this, and the teacher had an expression of wanting to kill me and hang me outside like everyone else, why didn't he resist today?" ”

As he spoke, his fingertips roamed over Beitang's cold face, caressing his face and landing on his brow.

Then he thought for a moment and showed a heart-warming smile, "Is it resigned to fate?" Knowing that you have to be locked with me for the rest of your life, so you won't resist anymore? ”

"No, it can't be." Without waiting for the people below him to answer, he reversed Fang Cai's conclusion on his own, and said in a soft and dangerous tone, "Let me guess because I mentioned my younger brother, and the teacher wants to defend him?" So...... Do you already know that he secretly entered the imperial capital?