Empress, run away, your drowsy prince is also reborn

Chapter 1 His Special Way of Pampering
"Those who entered Luohui Palace did not come out alive."

This sentence is like a hot iron plate imprinted in the Forbidden City at dusk, accompanied by screams from the palace, it seems to correspond to the large swath of ink rendered by Yan Wangye.

dead.

Qu Changsheng knelt in the Luohui Palace, the blood red spreading in the palace touched her knees all the way, the crimson palace gauze was stained with a lot of blood, she knelt respectfully, trying her best to turn a deaf ear to the screams around her.

Can't move, can't cry, can't make a gesture of disrespect.

Out of the corner of the eye, you can see the bare feet, which are white and flawless, stained with human blood like the color of fine rouge, a little stuck to the man's toes.

Immediately afterwards, a corpse was thrown from a high altitude, just in front of her.

The ferocious face, the crooked mouth, and the bloodstain with a big gash on the neck.

This is the penultimate dead person in Luohui Palace.

The last one is... her.

Qu Changsheng stared, as if he could feel the god of death right behind him, the coolness spreading all over his body, and the feet approaching him step by step.

After a while, the blood-stained fingers lifted his lower jaw, and the man's lazy voice was mixed with satisfaction:
"Why, don't you dare to look at me?"

Her heart was beating like numbness, and her teeth were chattering: "The emperor is so beautiful, how dare a lowly slave."

"Oh?"

The thin lips parted slightly, provoking a gentle arc: "I promise you to see."

She flinched for a moment, trying to resist, but it was hard to see, she could only slowly raise her head.

This glance is as long as a lifetime.

Mottled bloodstains in the scarlet robe, the man's blue silk to the waist, his skin was almost bloodless, and his blood red lips were painted like ink, which was favored by the Jade Emperor. The mark looks like a goblin cultivated from deep in the mountains.

She was in a trance for a moment, but he actually knelt down and looked at her level.

He is so beautiful that it seems to make people forget the fear of death, but he is also fascinated for a moment. She can clearly feel the slender fingers outline the throbbing arteries in her neck, and with a firm force——

"what!!!"

Struggling out of the dream, Qu Changsheng panted heavily, and it took him a while to recover.

What happened three years ago appeared in my dreams like yesterday.

The bloody Luohui Palace, that cruel and ruthless king, and...

She is the only one who broke the death curse of Luohui Palace.

But before she could catch her breath, the maid Taozi rushed in, her face pale, as if she had seen some scourge:
"Empress Empress!! Your Majesty, Your Majesty is here!!"

what!
Qu Changsheng slid down from the soft couch, hurriedly gathered up his long skirt, and was about to walk out the door when he saw a dark team stepping in the middle of two neat rows of snow-colored court ladies, walking towards her calmly.

The steps of lifting and throwing the sedan chair were in unison, stepping on the tip of Qu Changsheng's heart step by step with the sound of neat footsteps.

That murderous demon from Luohui Palace has now become her husband.

She straightened her expression, raised her arms, slid her bright red sleeves in front of her, put her hands between her eyebrows, and bowed respectfully.

"Chen and concubine see the emperor."

The slender hands stretched out in front of him, exuding his unique aura.

"My concubine, please get up."

A gentle, drowning voice rang in his ears, Qu Changsheng stood up respectfully, instinctively rejected the hand in front of him, turned sideways and waited for the emperor to enter the room.

Yingchen frowned in displeasure, and forcibly found her delicate little hand from her wide sleeve, and held it in his cold palm.

(End of this chapter)