Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Gu Shengyan quickly turned his back and asked softly, "the emperor has never left the fox fragrance. How can he --"

"Get out."

After layers of curtains, the cold sound came. Gu Shengyan shut his mouth, immediately opened the Xuan furnace, took out the fox fragrance, and quietly closed the door of the heart nourishing hall.

Peace was restored in the hall, but behind him, a hand grabbed his sleeve——

Ningxiluo was surprised that she broke through the acupoint at a very fast speed?

At the moment of sideways, Yunxi was pulled into his arms by Ning Xiluo. His hands were gently attached to Yunxi's back, and his internal force floated Yunxi's hair, and the Feng's eyes were vaguely surprised

He let go of his hand.

Yunxi poked his head out of Ning Xiluo's arms and smiled gently: "are you detecting my internal power?"

His cold eyes showed a little cunning at the moment. Seeing that the people in front of him were silent, Yunxi smiled and said, "you look good when you frown."

Ningxiluo sat in front of the bed, staring at her slightly drunk appearance: "your internal power has improved very fast."

"Really... Ah... If you want to measure Yunxi's internal power, don't wear clothes..." after that, Yunxi stepped back, untied the belt on his waist and threw his outer shirt on the ground

Nodding, Yunxi looked at Xiao Su with a cold look.

Ninzlo is silent, and neither is she.

It seems that she is drunk, and it seems that the fragrance of the fox is not exhausted. Now she is too different from the past. As long as she is drunk, she can forget all her unhappiness. Now she... Maybe she is just the painting stream in her dream that has not been out of the cabinet.

Yunxi saw Ning Xiluo pick up her body, pick up her clothes, gently cover her body, and put them on for her again. She swallowed her saliva and just stared at the person in front of her nervously.

"I thought you could resist the wine and the fox fragrance. Now I'm sober and you're lost. Compared with Xi'er, your drunken temperament is not like her at all."

"Xi'er can drink very much." Yunxi asked.

Ning Xiluo was stunned, and his shining eyes were much darker: "better than you can drink."

Yunxi was unhappy. He dragged Ning Xiluo's sleeve and said loudly, "I'm also Xi'er. No one can drink me!"

He smiled, picked Yunxi up horizontally, put it on the bed again, wrapped her tightly with bedding, and stood beside her, with her unyielding appearance: "OK, you are also Xi'er."

Yunxi sniffed contentedly. He wanted to stretch out his hand from the quilt, but he pressed it: "only then do you want to stay with me."

She somehow nodded and continued to sneer at ningxiluo. Her eyebrows and eyes were drunk.

"Sleep."

“……”

He seemed to say something in his mouth. Yunxi wanted to remember it firmly, but he always stared at his eyes, which were extremely beautiful, but he still couldn't restrain his eyes and fell into darkness.

On the side of his bed, his face was no longer cold. Instead, he looked into the deepest darkness, slapped down, and the window was opened directly.

The cold wind fell into the heart nourishing hall, and the last touch of fox fragrance in the hall also dispersed.

The person in her arms seemed to feel cold, so ningxiluo hugged her tightly. Even so, the palpitation in his heart could not be extinguished. Then he got up and whispered, "Gu Shengyan, look after her."

Gu Shengyan entered the hall door and leaned over to stand in the hall: "promise."

As soon as the voice fell, the slender figure went towards the back of the heart nourishing hall. He didn't dare to keep up. Instead, he stood still and stayed quietly, and looked at the people who had fallen asleep after the layers of curtains with a sad face.

The cold wind entered the heart nourishing hall, and the ethereal night Pearl was shining. It was the most peaceful night in the Imperial Palace and the quietest night for the emperor.

*** ***

The forbidden room of the heart nourishing hall.

Lights came on with footsteps. Long and dark ahead, there were several lights of fire and candles in the forbidden room. He walked very slowly. Every walk added a sound in the quiet place.

Huaxi lay on the jade bed and fell asleep. It seemed that she didn't know who the visitor was or what he looked like. Everything had nothing to do with her, life or death. This body had no feelings.

Ning Xiluo sat on the jade bed and quietly stared at the face of Huaxi. His cold eyes also became gentle: "Xi'er, it's much colder today than in the past. If you feel cold, I'll find warm jade and warm your body."

The person on the bed said nothing, but Ning Xiluo still looked at her and said gently, "but warm jade is hard to find. I'm afraid your body can't stand the heat of the fire. So you'll have to endure it for some time."

He stretched out his hand to open the quilt, took out the painting River, rubbed it slightly in the palm of his hand, then "ha" a breath in his mouth, and clumsily did what should have been done by slaves.

Ning Xiluo seemed to see that the white hand was more ruddy, and the color of killing anger was more in Feng's eyes: "Xi'er, you have been here for so long, but you have suffered a lot. When you wake up, I will certainly not let you suffer so many grievances. When you wake up, I will make Dongshu pay a price. All your grievances will not be in vain. I promised you!"

After that, ningxiluo put Huaxi's hand in the quilt again.

He got up, stroked it with a palm, and the breeze was blowing. All the candlelight went out at the moment. In the dark, he took off his boots, slept in peace, and lay quietly on the side of Huaxi.

Feng's eyes were not closed. He looked at the darkness in front of him and said in a deep voice: "I haven't told you that the destruction of Yun family must be what you want to see. Yun Zhentian was born and died for Eastern Shu. I don't understand why Eastern Shu has a good move."

Ning Xiluo paused and said again to the air like person: "Yunxi is as similar as you. In the end, I used my heart to her, and this heart is a debt to you, a debt to you..."

His voice was hoarse and then slowed down.

Since his accession to the throne, he has never had a safe sleep, but today he feels particularly peaceful.

The painting stream used to depend on him, but it depended on him. Now, she no longer speaks, no longer has any expectations for him, but lies like a corpse and becomes a real living dead man.

"If you can't wake up all your life, I will make her a queen and be angry with you."

"If she is paranoid about marrying Beiyuan, I will use your 200000 painter army to send troops to Beiyuan. You say, at the cost of one woman, ten thousand people will be killed and injured. Will you bear it? If you hear it, please reply to me?"

"Whether you're angry or not, you've never been angry with other women, and you've never asked me to accompany you every day. But I don't care. As long as you're still here, this western state can't be exhausted."

No matter what he said, there was endless loneliness.

In this darkness, only the halo of the jade bed gently moistens the extremely beautiful face of the painted river. He hugged Huaxi and said softly, "I really miss you..."