The stunning cold emperor is cute

Chapter 36

what to do?How to round things up.

Dare to hurt the emperor, the precipice is no longer desperate, this is a ruthless game, this is a crime that only people who hate their mother's family dare to commit, this is a serious crime of ransacking the family and exterminating the family.

Yun Shu was dumbfounded, she had nothing to do.Keep your eyes empty and stare straight at the roof of Yuhua Pavilion... It turns out that Yuhua Pavilion is still so high up.

Why did she aim at the first layer?If they were on other floors, they wouldn't have encountered this living Hades.

Close your eyes.

Forget it, love whatever you want.Sleep, sleep to death.It is said that this is the happiest way to die.If there is no choice of living, then at least death is still under her control.

Seeing that she didn't move, Emperor Ming Yan became less annoyed.

Being thrown by him just now, she seemed to hit her head on the bookshelf, which was made of agarwood.

Jian Mei frowned slightly, and walked over.

Yun Shu had already closed her eyes, after a few movements and the weakness after waking up from alcohol, she fell asleep in a few breaths.

Emperor Ming Yan kicked her.

Still not moving.

Meifeng frowned even tighter, hesitated for a moment, squatted down, and pressed his fingers to her neck.

In an instant, he said coldly, "I can eat, make noise, and sleep." He picked her up, like a puppy, and walked upstairs.

Follow the stairs to the fourth floor.

There is an elegant and quiet room on the fourth floor, which is for the emperor to rest.The furnishings inside may seem ordinary, but in fact each piece is priceless.Like the flower stand placed in the corner of the door, it is made of a thousand-year-old gloomy wood that is hard to find.

When Emperor Ming Yan first came to the throne, he would often come here to have a quiet time... Don't pay attention to the turmoil of the past here, and the women in the harem don't need to be perfunctory.

He casually threw Yun Shu on the foot of the dragon couch, turned around and went out.

After a while, he came back again, holding a thick stack of memorials and red inkstone pens and inks in his hand.

Although the writing was closed 26 years ago, the writing was not started until after the Shangyuan Festival.But there was still an urgent memorial delivered.

Looking at her dirty clothes, as well as her forehead and forehead, which were no longer bleeding and covered with fresh blood scabs, she closed her eyes, feeling quite helpless.Then he threw the memorial and other things on the low table beside the couch, opened the drawer of the low table, and there was a green jade bottle inside.Unscrewing it, a light medicinal fragrance overflowed, and slowly applied the ointment to her forehead and forehead.This ointment was left after he was assassinated and injured last year when he stayed in Yuhua Pavilion for a short time.

When it was finished, staring at a certain woman who was still sleeping unconsciously, her thin lips curled up in a self-deprecating arc...

Throw the ointment back into the drawer, and then throw Yun Shu on the dragon couch.

Undress yourself.

Seeing a certain girl lying face down, she impatiently turned her over, pushed her to the innermost side, and covered her with a bright yellow embroidered dragon quilt.

The thin body is wrapped in soft dragon quilts, it doesn't seem to be much bigger.

Emperor Ming Yan leaned on the bedpost and looked at it for a while, then went to the couch with black golden dragon boots, and leaned on the pillow to read the memorial.

Yun Shu was still quiet at first, but slowly she began to whisper, her arms were slightly smoked out by the warm dragon.

Emperor Ming Yan glanced at her and saw that her cheeks were flushed, so he ignored the short arm and continued to read his memorial.

The handsome and handsome eyebrows frowned from time to time, and the ink brush drew up and down from time to time, and finally wrote a few words and threw them aside.

When there were only two books left for the review of the memorial, the whirring in my ears stopped.

(End of this chapter)