Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 266
In front of Zongma Changjie, snow fell on his shoulders.

The heat in her chest and the fragrance in her skirt made her blush and feel drowsy.

His arms involuntarily wrapped around his strong waist, but——

The scent on him is different today.

Li Xuanye likes the fragrance of plum blossoms, cool and elegant, like snow and wind, cold and arrogant almost ruthless.

But now her body is warm and sweet, like a hundred flowers blooming, charming and affectionate.

Zhao Xiwei's heart moved, and he pressed against his chest and took a deep breath.

Sensing her movement, he lowered his head and smiled: "Why?"

Zhao Xi glanced at him slightly: "Your Highness smells so good..."

Delicate red lips are slightly turned up, a pair of almond eyes are half-closed, and the light in the eyes is faint, as if angry and ashamed.

"Haha—" Li Xuanye immediately realized that he couldn't help laughing.

The hand holding the reins also loosened, and hugged her waist tightly, making her body close to him, then let go again, and said with a smile: "Wei'er is jealous!"

"Where is it?" She glanced at him and rolled her head into his skirt again.

Li Xuanye only thought that her appearance was extremely cute, and his heart instantly softened into a pool of spring water.

"Osmanthus is fragrant, peaches and plums are rich, grapes are mellow, citrus is sweet—" Zhao Xiwei listened to his words, and his heart slowly sank to the bottom of the sea.

……

Just as he was distracted, someone hugged his waist suddenly. Li Xuanye lowered his head and said with a smile, "Do you want to know?"

"what?"

Zhao Xi asked in a daze.

His eyes suddenly lit up, shining like a galaxy.

The kiss fell without warning.

Zhao Xiwei straightened his back instantly.

The bustling long street is full of traffic.

Li Xuanye's bodyguards were too dazzling, with silver saddles and white horses, brocade clothes and swords, passers-by all looked sideways, but with just one glance, they could tell that his status was extraordinary, so they consciously avoided them, leaving a wide road.

Zhao Xiwei tugged at his sleeve nervously, not daring to open his eyes at all.

The mouth and teeth are full of aromatic and sweet taste, like citrus, like grapes...

Wait, citrus?Grape?

Zhao Xiwei suddenly opened his eyes.

A low laugh came, and he heard his extremely ambiguous voice: "Wei'er has tasted it himself, do you know what's going on?"

"You—" Zhao Xiwei gave him an annoyed look, and lifted his cloak to cover his reddened face.

He caressed the back of her neck with his palm, and said in a soft and gentle tone, "After the disaster relief work, His Majesty feasted on the ministers and rewarded the fruit wine tribute from the Western Regions, but I didn't want to, but it aroused the beauty's jealousy..."

Zhao Xiwei's face blushed when someone peeped through his small thoughts, and simply pretended not to understand his explanation, and changed the subject guiltily: "Since your highness is busy with banquets, why come here to pick me up when you have time?"

"On the way."

Zhao Xiwei got out of the cloak, looked in the direction of the Zhao Mansion, and burst out laughing: "Your Highness is walking backwards, so are you going along the way?"

"Wei'er is so smart!" Li Xuanye smiled lowly, ran his fingers along the back of her neck, inserted into her black hair, and whispered softly: "Gu came here on purpose to support you. I want everyone in the Zhao family to know, How much you are valued by Gu Zhen. I want them to respect and fear you from the bottom of their hearts, if they dare to neglect you in the slightest, they will be disrespectful to the Eastern Palace and the entire royal family!"

"Li Xuanye..." Zhao Xiwei felt as if someone had rubbed his heart hard, and murmured.

"Ok?"

An inexplicable impulse surged up, and suddenly, she raised her face and quickly pecked his lips.

When she threw herself into her arms suddenly, Li Xuanye's body tensed, and the hands around her waist subconsciously tightened.

But the beauty is just scratching the surface.

Li Xuanye thought about it for a while, wishing he could hug her and ask for a kiss, but he was worried about riding a horse, so he had no choice but to accept his wishful thinking.

"If I go back to the Zhao Mansion in the future, I will be alone with you, okay?"

"I can do it by myself." Zhao Xi said softly, "Your Highness, don't be so cruel to my father from now on, he is still sick."

Li Xuanye snorted coldly: "He treats you badly, yet you still speak for him!"

His chest was like a furnace, Zhao Xi leaned into his arms slightly, feeling very comfortable, half-closed his eyes and said lazily: "He is my real father after all, if I treat your father like this, you will feel bad too!"

"My father?" Li Xuanye raised his eyebrows, very sure: "Father will not treat me badly."

A hundred days after birth, he was established as a prince; when he was four years old, he was raised by himself; when he was young, he was entrusted with state affairs.

It is said that the Tian Family is ruthless, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has received the best affection.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said in a low voice: "Since his mother passed away, he no longer has the idea of ​​becoming a queen, and he has never been tempted by other women."

According to Li Xuanye's standards, Zhao Ziyi is not only not a good father, he is simply not a good man...

Zhao Xiwei was suddenly curious, so he raised his face and asked with a smile: "Then if I die, will His Highness marry someone else?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Li Xuanye rubbed her hair, his voice was deep and cold, "With me here, you won't die!"

Zhao Xiwei raised the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and said in a delicate voice: "But people have to die, if I die, will your Highness not marry me for the rest of my life?"

Li Xuanye suddenly withdrew his arm, and snorted coldly: "If you die, you will immediately accept a hundred beauties alone, and you will be happy day and night!"

Zhao Xi leaned into his arms slightly, his shoulders shaking with laughter: "One hundred beauties, Your Highness is so amazing!"

"That's right! You're so lonely..." His palm slipped from the back of his neck, and his eyes were burning: "Let the Crown Princess take good care of me tonight?"

"..." Zhao Xiwei immediately shut up obediently.

Horseshoes stepping on the snow, slowly passing through the busy city.

Teahouses and restaurants are full of voices, singing and dancing are peaceful, and the fragrance is surging.

Zhao Xiwei exposed half of his head from the cloak, looking dazzled.

He raised his eyes inadvertently, and suddenly froze.

On the attic opposite, a group of women in red and green were leaning over the railing, looking at her curiously.

"Wow, that young master is so handsome!"

"Jun is quite handsome, but he doesn't look easy to mess with!"

"Hey - she's still holding someone in her arms! Look, look, she's a beauty!"

"Ah, it really is!"

"Hiss—" gasped, "Riding together!"

Great Wei Shangwu, the folk customs are open, women don't have to do needlework in the boudoir, and often travel together in groups.

All eyes of the crowd gathered at once.

Zhao Xi shrank his neck slightly, and rolled into the cloak again.

There was a low laugh in my ear.

"You're still laughing!" She hid her head in his arms and hit him again, "You're still laughing! It's all your fault! Stop laughing!"

He laughed more freely.

Zhao Xi was so angry that he ground his teeth, put his palm on his waist, and squeezed hard.

The soft touch came through the material of the clothes, and Li Xuanye immediately suffocated, his waist straightened and he dared not move again.

Such an obvious response.

Don't look at his majesty, it's not impossible to cure him...

Zhao Xiwei couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Ok?"

Li Xuanye exerted strength on her arm, pressed her back with his palm, and pressed her against him: "What are you laughing at?"

The corners of Zhao Xi's lips curled slightly, like a child who won a game, his voice was delicate and dazzling, and he was faintly proud: "My weakness is in my chest, Your Highness's weakness is in my waist—"

As soon as the words fell, the horse stopped suddenly.

He took a breath, grabbed her waist with both hands, and said in a bitter tone, "Zhao Xiwei! If it weren't for your poor health..."

Zhao Xi raised his head slightly "ah".

He paused, then snorted coldly: "I will make you cry every day and beg for mercy!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)