The fish-belly white in the east is gradually revealed, carrying a ray of morning light.
The young man on the dragon bed frowned slightly, and gently opened a pair of narrow and stern eyes amidst the calming incense in the room. His slender eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and he was fully awake the next moment. His glass-like eyes were cold and tyrannical. , squinting slightly, there was no expression on his face, showing his usual cold indifference.
something is wrong...
He looks down.
There was a warm, soft mass in his arms.
The girl slept soundly, her jet-black hair lined her plain white cheeks, and she looked peaceful in her sleep.
His hands were tightly wrapped around the other's waist without leaving any gaps, as if he was worried that she would run away.
"..."
The boy's face was expressionless, and there was still some bloodlust in his eyes that had not faded away. When he was not awake, his appearance was beautiful and harmless, like an immature child, but once he opened his eyes, the meaning of cold blood and cruelty was clearly presented In the bottom of his eyes, there is still the rumored tyrant emperor.
He lowered his head slightly, raised his white hand, and pinched the girl's neck coldly with his bony fingers, his gloomy and stern eyes fell on her, staring at the small white face the size of a palm.
His fingers rested on the girl's neck, but the hand stopped, and he didn't pinch it hard for a long time.
The cold look in the boy's eyes changed, looking at this white and tender face in sleep, with soft cheeks and full lips, it was a beautiful face.
make him a little familiar...
He stared at her with a cold expression, but after a few seconds, he opened his hand lightly, and suddenly leaned over slightly, getting close to her.
The tip of her high nose touched her collarbone, her thick eyelashes swept over her chin, and her slender figure commanded her, enveloping the girl again.
His expression was indifferent, with cold-blooded crimson that had not faded from the tip of his eyes, he still looked like a cruel and cold-blooded king, but his movements were not heavy, his side face was close to the girl's side face, buried in the loose hair of his neck, his long and narrow His eyes narrowed slightly.
Yun Xia's eyelashes moved slightly, she opened one eye, and glanced down.
Then she closed her eyes again and pretended to be asleep, hummed a few times on purpose, raised her hand "inadvertently", and touched it.
Sensing her movement, the young emperor raised his eyes slightly, but didn't move away, just looked at her calmly. But in his cold gaze, that little hand directly touched his face.
Yun Xia touched the soft and smooth face with her fingertips, and touched it unceremoniously, which slightly stunned the cold-looking person.
The girl just "woke up slowly", turned slightly, opened her eyes, and met the man's dark and clear eyes.
Those eyes were beautiful to the extreme, but cold and cruel, even the sight was shockingly oppressive, without any warmth, as if looking at a dead person. It seemed that the next moment he would strangle her mercilessly, without any hesitation.
But if Yun Xia is afraid of the way of heaven, then she is not the eldest brother.
She didn't have the slightest fear on her face, instead she was calm, she raised her face and smiled at the emperor, her expression was almost cold.
In ancient times, the rules that should be followed still had to be followed.
The girl put on her coat and got up, stood in front of the bed and gave a standard salute, lowered her head without looking at the person on the bed, and said, "Your Majesty."
"..."
She looked calm and courteous.
But it was inexplicably a little uncomfortable. The Son of Heaven narrowed his eyes slightly, tightened his slender fingers that were put aside, and stared at the saluting girl indifferently.
She was dressed in a gorgeous palace dress, which made her slender and tall. When she woke up in the morning without any makeup, her cheeks were pale. She didn't know whether it was because of fear or indifference. She didn't look at him, but just lowered her head.
After she left her side, her arms were empty, and the soft warmth and light fragrance were gone.
The emperor frowned.
He doesn't have a headache now, it can even be said that he had a good night's sleep, a feeling of comfort that he hasn't experienced in many years, his brain doesn't feel pain, but his mood is still inexplicably irritable...
The boy suppressed his faint irritability, squinted his long and narrow eyes, and looked at the girl coldly for a while. His long legs were slightly bent, his elbows rested on his knees, his voice was hoarse when he just woke up in the morning, and he lazily turned towards her. Stretch out your hand: "Come here."
Yun Xia looked up at him, walked over, and stood in front of the dragon bed.
As a result, as soon as she stood still, a pair of slender and beautiful hands hugged her waist, and she couldn't help but take a step forward, kneeling on the edge of the dragon bed, her body had already fallen into the arms of the emperor, and her slender arms were tightly wrapped around her slender waist , looked up and saw the other party's fair and beautiful chin, and bright red thin lips.
The young emperor looked at her with a smile that was not a smile, and the arc of his slender lips was lazy and charming, even a little bit evil. He put his arms around her waist and pressed her in his arms, and lifted the girl's chin with the other hand, staring at her. Looking at her black and white eyes, she said hoarsely, "You are Yun Xia? The person who gave the handkerchief, the concubine of the harem?"
Yun Xia nodded.
After she admitted her identity as concubine, the emperor relaxed his grip on her chin, looked at her thoughtfully for a while, and suddenly let out a slight sneer.
The irritability in his eyes disappeared without a trace, his deep and narrow eyes narrowed, and the light in his eyes fell lightly on her body. It seemed that he was even in a better mood, and he said softly and coldly: "Yun Xia..."
(end of this chapter)