Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 628 The boy in the mirror has red lips and white teeth
He turned her over and pressed her face on the soft pillow, "I don't like to hear my sister chattering about other things when we are in the same room... I once said, whether you want it or not, I will give you the world .No one can stop me, including my sister."

He bit Su Jiu's thin neck.

Then,
Leaves a long string of dense water stains.

Pale red strawberry prints,
Extremely ambiguous.

Su Jiu felt weak all over.

She didn't have the strength to push Xiao Tingchen away, let alone bargain with him.

she can't do anything...

Tears fell silently into the pillow.

she,
I don't like the domineering Xiao Tingchen...

Just when Su Jiu was being entangled by Xiao Tingchen, he arrived in Chang'an City on a fast horse.

Zhao Wuyang reined in the reins and looked at the plaque in the roadside garden.

The four golden characters of "Royal Pear Garden" shine brightly in the morning sun.

She got off her horse and stepped into the pear garden in two or three steps.

In the early morning, there is dew among the flowers, and the pear orchard is very quiet.

She boarded the theater building with ease.

There is a round stage for opera singing in the building. A young man in a sapphire blue embroidered costume stands in the center of the round stage with his orchid fingers in his hands. He is smeared with makeup and powder, singing babbling to the empty auditorium alone.

"The Peony Pavilion".

"The most tantalizing spring scene is today/If you don't have anything low, you will come up to the wall/It turns out that the heart of spring hangs everywhere/It's the sleeping tea that grabs the hairline of the skirt/It's just like a flower that draws people's hearts to the good..."

He plays Du Liniang, the Huadan, with a surprisingly soft and graceful appearance.

Even though he was a young man, he performed an alluring appearance.

Zhao Wuyang stood in the auditorium and watched him finish the play in silence.

At the end of the play, the boy flicked his wide sleeves, walked a few steps forward in a graceful manner, and bowed to her.

Zhao Wuyang avoided his ceremony.

Her voice was indifferent: "The Eighth Prince's singing skills have improved a lot."

"Heh..." The young man walked towards the backstage, "This hall loves singing and operas very much, and I love Liyuan very much. After immersing in it day and night, I naturally improve a lot. Didn't the princess follow her brother to the hunting ground to hunt? Why did you come to me suddenly? Liyuan?"

Zhao Wuyang followed him into the backstage.

She watched him sit down in front of the dressing table, slowly wiping away the heavy ink on his face.

In the rhombic mirror, an exceptionally delicate and handsome face gradually appeared.

It was the eighth prince of the current dynasty, the second son of the empress, Yuan Min.

Zhao Wuyang played with the props here, "The hunting ground is boring. I know His Highness the Eighth Prince likes the pear orchard the most. He often stays here day and night, so I came here to watch it."

"This palace wants to hear the truth."

Zhao Wuyang walked behind him calmly.

She leaned over and hugged his neck, and her lips brushed his cheek lightly, "Your prince and brother are dead. If I guess correctly, your mother probably wants to kill me and make me the crown prince." To be buried with you. But Yuan Min, I don’t want to.”

Yuan Min stared at the Linghua mirror.

The backstage is quaint and quiet, with candles flickering.

The girl who hugged him had sickly pale skin, every frown, smile, and every move was sinister and seductive, different from ordinary noble girls.

The lacquered eyes were bottomless, as if one would sink into them just by looking at them.

Yuan Min thinks that Zhao Wuyang has a special beauty.

This kind of beauty cannot be appreciated by ordinary people, only people like him can appreciate it.

He blinked in the mirror, and tapped his lip balm, "Is the emperor's sister-in-law here to join me? But, why should I save the emperor's sister-in-law? The queen mother has always been domineering and powerful, so I dare not offend her."

Zhao Wuyang smiled lowly.

During the days when she came to Chang'an, she was not just making jokes in the Prince's Mansion.

She also has her eyeliner and snobbery.

She knew that Yuan Xu would die suddenly, so she had already prepared a way out for herself.

Yuan Min is her retreat.

She knew all the habits and idiosyncrasies of this boy, and even more so, the secrets and hatreds buried deep in his heart.

The boy in the mirror has red lips and white teeth.

Zhao Wuyang kissed him on the cheek, and said playfully, "How about a promise with your body? Anyway, the position of the Eighth Prince and Concubine is vacant, and I am very interested in that position."

Yuan Min took her into his arms.

He looked down at the little beauty.

Zhao Wuyang tilted his head, and with provocative fingertips, he caressed his chest gently, "His Highness the Eighth Prince likes the songs of Liyuan, but unfortunately the empress does not allow it, and thinks that his highness is a loser. Criticism. Poor His Royal Highness can only hide from his mother, from the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, and secretly create in the Liyuan. There is a lack of bosom friends around His Highness."

Yuan Min lowered his eyes.

After all, he was just a teenager.

Zhao Wuyang's words were like a stone thrown into the lake, causing ripples in his heart.

He smiled, "It's hard to find a confidant when you live in this world. I'm a prince. Everyone thinks that I should focus on the classics and history collections. The queen mother often forces me to learn the art of the king. But I don't know those things. I don’t like it, I like singing operas, and I prefer writing scripts. I thought I was born for Liyuan.”

Zhao Wuyang stroked his cheek, and his voice became more gentle: "Then, from now on, I will accompany Your Highness. If no one listens to your opera, I will be His Highness's only audience. If no one discusses the script with you, I will To be His Highness's only confidant. As long as it is something His Highness wants to do, I am willing to accompany His Highness."

She knew that Yuan Min was the one Empress Zhao really cared about compared to Yuan Xu.

Everyone has weaknesses,
Yuan Min,

It is Queen Zhao's weakness.

She had to make Yuan Min fall in love with her. Only when Yuan Min stepped forward could she save her life from Queen Zhao.

The girl smiled like a flower, put her arms around Yuan Min's neck, and kissed his lips familiarly.

Panting, Yuan Min suddenly rejected Zhao Wuyang, and asked in a hoarse voice: "But why? The prince's brother's body was not cold, and the emperor's sister-in-law came to the door... Was the emperor's sister-in-law just to use me to avoid the queen's pursuit? In your eyes, am I just a tool that can be used?"

Zhao Wuyang's eyebrows and eyes were deep.

This Yuan Min thought he was a Liyuan drama idiot, but he didn't expect to be so shrewd.

She slightly raised her chin, her red lips were full, and exhaled like blue to the boy: "That's not the case. I noticed His Highness when I married the prince. Your Highness's demeanor is different from other princes, very, very special. I am very happy." I like Your Highness, just like I like the plays Your Highness sings."

The pitch-black almond eyes were bewitching.

With dim light and shadow, she looked like a seductive fox.

It seems that because he finally found a bosom friend, Yuan Min was agitated and gasped even more.

He brushed off the dowry and rouge on the dressing table, and pressed Zhao Wuyang on it desperately.

The candle shadow in the mirror shakes red.

The girl's fragrant shoulders were half exposed, the carmine skirt was lifted to her waist, and the spreading blue silk was as beautiful as an ink painting.

She coquettishly said, "Your Highness's lip balm is really delicious..."

The charming appearance, like a vixen who came out of "Liaozhai", made Yuan Min completely fascinated.

(End of this chapter)