Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Xia Qingluo covered her pillow on her face and took a long breath.

It's all three years later. Why do you think so much? Maybe you'd better kick him first.

Xia Qingluo, with a big heart and some thick nerves, comforted herself

The night was as cool as water. Xia Qingluo still fell asleep. The red ball held in the palm of her hand radiated a faint light

In a mansion in the west of Chang'an City, furuo bit her fingers and stared at Jiaxiu Tianjun standing under an apricot tree in the yard.

In fact, she has never seen such a beautiful person.

His sky blue clothes are like clouds, but what people can't ignore after all is the color in his eyes, indifferent and alienated, which is thick and cold.

Jiaxiu Tianjun casually glanced at furuo and quickly moved his eyes.

If furuo tells the truth, she doesn't like this handsome and extraordinary heavenly king very much. She is cold like a piece of wood

I don't know what's wrong these days. I seem to be hit by something. I'm a little depressed. This is not the emperor she knows.

In her impression, this is a rebellious Lord. It is heaven and earth, overturning rivers and seas, and omnipotent.

These days, it's like being stimulated by something.

If in some images, it is like a puppy thrown away by its owner, with bleak and lonely back.

After all, furuo had to be loved by Empress Tian Tian, so she slowly came to Jiaxiu and whispered, "the night is deep. Why don't you go to rest?"

Jiaxiu ignored her.

Fu Ruo blinked and thought of the empress's entrustment, so naturally she should also pay attention to his emotions.

So he opened his mouth gently, "I heard the women next door talk. They said that if there was something in their heart, it would be much better to say it, otherwise they would get sick easily. If it's convenient, you can tell me that I promise I won't reveal a word. I swear to empress Tian Tian!"

Then furuo raised her hand.

The small courtyard they live in is a three entry courtyard surrounded by corridors.

The main house is to the north.

They were in the garden of the yard. In front of them was a lotus pond. At this time, the color of lotus leaves and lotus flowers could not be seen, but bursts of lotus fragrance came with the night wind.

It's very pleasant.

Furuo's mood is actually very restless. She feels that although the days in the world seem to have a strong smell of fireworks, they remind her of the memories she had forgotten before.

In fact, she likes the life here very much. It would be good if she could stay longer.

So she didn't want Jiaxiu Tianjun to be stimulated, and then suddenly left here.

Then there's no reason why she wants to live here.

After all, empress Tian Tian personally approved this descent.

No matter how she tossed, no fairy King dared to say half a word to her.

So how to enlighten some depressed Jiaxiu, furuo also racked her brains.

Look, Jiaxiu hasn't spoken yet. Just standing there in silence, the hostility of the past disappeared, and all that remained was the endless sadness of unknown words.

This is the feeling in furuo's heart, so she habitually pulled her earlobe, and then turned into the main room.

On the eight immortals table is a set of tea sets and a wine pot, next to which are exquisite cakes.

The days in the sky are too leisurely, and the years are long, so she can do a lot of things, especially cakes.