After resolving Erbao, Zhou Wudi reached out to Mulberry Elm and clasped his fingers with her. He said softly, “Let's go and go back to dinner. ”
Meng Sangyu promised, deliberately lagging behind, staring at him obscurely, but did not want the man to suddenly turn his head and look at her open face.
“What's that look on your face? Hmm?" The man leaned into the thick eyebrows and provoked, smiling with a little evil, squeezing her jaw, lifting her chin, spraying a scorching snort on her cheek, and the thick male hormones filled the air, choking.
Monsanto Elm seemed to have been bitten by the cat's tongue, only to look at the man's particularly deep and bright eyes, so that he could not speak. The man is a beauty, both in appearance and in character, especially when he intentionally demonstrates his charm.
“Huh ~” Seeing her look silly and cute, the man bit on her pink lips and smiled happily. I didn't think it would be so funny to make fun of Mulberry Elm. He's a little addicted.
“Let's go.” Lara Sand Elm's hand, he keeps moving forward. Monsanto Elm's retrospective, also tends to follow him, without a trace to measure his handsome side face. What exactly is this man's attitude towards himself? Being tolerant, cherished and spoiled gives her a feeling of being loved.
This must be a delusion! Shaking his head, Monsanto Elm locked his near-bewitched heart in a deeper black box.
Paradise, Sister Feng is directing the palace people to cook. Returning to the place where he lived for five months, he smelled the faint vegetative scent in the air. Zhou Wudi took a deep breath. The unstoppable rise in the corner of his mouth created a sense of ‘finally coming back' belonging. A man lives in the great Dry Qing Palace, without the accompaniment of a mulberry elm, who turns sleepless every night.
Stepping into the bedroom, he saw the little willow basket placed by the mulberry bed, and his raised mouth immediately turned into a straight line. Why are you so close? Is Po's position replaced so soon?
“Get this thing out of here!” Pointing to the willow basket, he said to the palace people behind him, seeing the sand plates in the corner and the bowls filled with water, his face was darker, “this, take this out! ”
Speaking, he looked at the woman with a slight eyebrow and a full face of reluctance, and said in silence, “Do not allow Erbao to enter your bedroom in the future, do not allow him to climb into your bed, do not hold him to sleep, do not allow him to show up while I am here, do you hear me? ”
“I hear you.” Meng Sang Yu promised to be cheerful, but didn't feel comfortable.
Zhou Wudi frowned and smiled, pinching her jaw, warning word for word, “If I find a dog fur on your bed, I will throw it away immediately, I am not playing with it. ”
“The concubine knows!” Monsanto Elm grinds his back teeth and smiles on his face, but his heart is defamatory: Nima, how dare you compete with Erbao over the land? Want to be so childish?
“Good boy!” The man murmured, kissing the woman's slight pink lips with deep eyes full of intense drowning. Little things must have scolded me in my heart! He's funny in the dark.
“Your Majesty, Mother, it's ready to eat.” Sister Feng walked in and reminded her that when she saw the two people that fit closely together, her expression was very embarrassing, and she immediately retreated out. Her heart was confused and dark: Her mother said that the Emperor's love for her was fake, how did the slave not look like her?