From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 565 Returning Feng Junran
In the Xinuang Pavilion, Ye Xiaoxiao was at ease with government affairs, it was rare that no one bothered her today, the Xinuang Pavilion was unusually quiet.

The little man stretched, yawned and yawned, and looked up, the night was getting dark.

Rubbing his head, thinking that he hadn't eaten dinner at all, he couldn't help but shook his head and gave a wry smile.

She was a little too involved.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help yawning again, the candlelight on the desk seemed to be a little smaller for some reason, Ye Xiaoxiao supported her head, and continued to review the papers, but after a while, she closed her eyes like this, falling into a Dreamland.

The night was hazy, and even the whistling north wind was much weaker. The closed wooden lattice window was pushed open from the outside, and a figure entered through the window nimbly.

The visitor tore off the pitch-black veil on his face, revealing a stern and indifferent face.

The slender eyes quietly looked at the woman who was already too tired to sleep, and the cool and thin lips raised slightly unconsciously, with a slightly seductive arc.

A woman who never tires of seeing.

Feng Junran walked over slowly, looking down at the woman who had completely fallen asleep.

The messy folds that covered the table became her quilt, which isolated the cool table. The little girl pouted, her eyes were closed tightly, and her slender eyelashes cast a thick shadow, trembling slightly with people's breathing. .

Feng Junran just lowered his head and looked carefully, his breath was filled with a faint sweet fragrance, which made him feel familiar, and made him feel obsessed with it, just like the poppies planted in the workshop, just one bite, and you are addicted. Indulge in the sweetness of it.

So he couldn't help stretching out his hand, pinching the woman's beautiful black hair that fell on the desk, slowly playing and kneading.

As a result, the fragrance from the hair wafts out more and more, and the fragrance becomes stronger, and the breathing becomes more rapid.

Feng Junran took a deep breath. This was a feeling he had never experienced, but it was very familiar. For some reason, this woman, who had never seen him before, was always attracted by her, and then couldn't help it again and again. Passing over the tight-knit imperial palace and going deep here, I just want to see how this little woman, under the persecution of a group of courtiers, is going crazy.

"What kind of man is he who would cruelly leave you in the palace and fight to the death with those old foxes?"

Feng Junran muttered to himself, he obviously felt that this little girl shouldn't work so hard.

Couldn't help but smile helplessly, the man withdrew his hand, and wanted to turn around and leave, but he saw a little grain of wood on the tabletop exposed between the creases, and a brushstroke swept across it, no matter the strength or momentum, it made him feel familiar very.

Carefully peeling away layers of paper, revealing that the desk was full of bastards, large and small, Feng Junran was taken aback, and quickly took out the two letters from his arms, comparing them one by one.

One, the same!

Feng Junran shook his hands and looked down at the little girl who had fallen asleep. For some reason, a pity rolled in his heart, and then he couldn't help it, lowered his head, and gently kissed the little girl's cheek.

Ye Xiaoxiao felt itchy on her face, stretched out her hand to scratch, frowned, and then opened her eyes suddenly.

In the empty Xinuang Pavilion, only the windows in the backyard are open, and the cold wind blows in, rolling up the papers on the desk, making a non-stop rattling noise.

Ye Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes, pouted her lips, jumped to the ground, and closed the window lazily.

The cold wind was immediately cut off, and there seemed to be a faint smell in the air.

The faint fragrance is not floral, but extremely familiar.

The smell of ambergris? !
The person who has not yet woken up suddenly opened his eyelids, turned around and pushed open the window that was just closed, his eyes were completely dark, only the snow in the corner that had not yet melted in the future reflected a piece of blue and white...

Ye Xiaoxiao looked around in panic, and Tao Hua's eyes were full of anxiety.

"Feng Junran, is that you? You are back, why don't you come to see me!"

The crisp voice was choked with sobs, Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't help it, shed a tear.

The man in the darkness watched quietly, his slender eyes stared at the crying woman without blinking, his heart that had been cold all this time suddenly softened, he watched quietly, watching this street neighbor talking a lot The Empress Dowager finally dimmed her vision and closed the window dejectedly.

"Feng... Junran?"

The man murmured suspiciously, yes, that's the name of the current emperor.

For some reason, there is a little pain in my heart, the person this woman misses deeply is not me, isn't it?Then why did he foolishly run over to see her?

In the darkness, the man sighed slightly, and was about to turn around, but found a person standing behind him.

Dong Luo stood in front of the man with his hands behind his back, his eyes were cold.

In fact, he was puzzled in his heart, and the empress had already yelled out this doubt for him just now...

"I didn't expect there to be such a good martial artist in Ouchi."

Feng Junran looked at Dong Luo indifferently, no matter the voice or power was the same as before, Dong Luo couldn't help but get distracted, his heart trembled, and he wanted to kneel down like this.

Taking advantage of distraction, Feng Junran jumped up with a whoosh, and after a few ups and downs, he had already disappeared into the vast night.

The night wind was cold, brushing the same long black hair, Dong Luo stared deeply at Feng Junran's leaving back, and couldn't help wondering why the emperor's reaction was so strange?Could it be that he was also bewitched?So he forgot everything about the empress and the Western Jin Dynasty, so why did he come to the palace?
The two words suddenly flooded into his head, and Dong Luo's face turned cold, and his hands and feet felt cold for an instant.

Assassination? !
No... No, no matter what, the emperor will not attack the empress... He has been with this man for so long, and he knows that he can attack anyone ruthlessly, but this young lady is absolutely impossible!
Slowly comforting himself, Dong Luo frowned, thought for a moment, and took advantage of the darkness to quietly go to the first-class mansion.

"What, you said the emperor has been hit by a Gu?" Ye Qin stood up abruptly, with a slightly surprised look on her face.

Dong Luo nodded and told Ye Qin what he had seen and heard. The young general pondered for a moment and said, "Probably not. If that's the case, the empress must have passed away long ago."

"Do you want to search?" Dong Luo couldn't help asking.

"No, Muyang King's people are already staring at us all the time. For the present plan, we should pretend not to know and focus on the empress first!"

King Muyang wants to take advantage of the absence of the emperor to divide power, don't think about it!

In Muyang Palace, Liu Li hurried into the study room with a small bundle in his hand. The study room was pitch black. Liu Li frowned, and heard screams from the bedroom. It was the screams of a woman. Liu Li was taken aback, and rushed to the door in an instant, kicked open the door, and saw a naked woman curled up in the corner of the wall with a quilt, that face turned out to be the empress!

Liu Li was taken aback, and turned his head to look, but saw Mu Yangwang's face was extremely gloomy.

(End of this chapter)