Sima Jiao, the monarch of the Hu Kingdom, has slept less and more dreams since he was a child. He often has many random dreams, most of which have no specific images, just a large red sky, blood and flames, and occasionally a dark palace and chains on top of his head. , is depressing.
Just like the teachers who taught him, the lengthy lectures, with contempt and rejection in the eyes, are unpleasant.
Only, occasionally, he would also dream of a person, a woman.
Sometimes she sat by the mountain stream, stepped on the water with bare feet, stretched out her hand and folded off a fresh green leaf above her head, and swirled the green leaf in the clear stream at will. The sun fell on her ankles, on her long eyelashes and cheeks, on her splashing fingers.
He felt very calm in the dream, even with soft emotions, watching all this, he seemed to feel the cold stream through this dream.
Sometimes, she lies in a splendid and gentle quilt, and falls into a soft package, like a candied date wrapped in candy, with a sweet smell. Occasionally she would roll over and put her hand out on the edge of the bed. And in his dream he would lift her hand and squeeze her fingers one by one.
Other times, she shed tears to him in her dreams, as if he had broken her heart, so that she could not have fun in her dreams, she had to cry to him, forcing him to have nowhere to vent her pain.
The face of the person in the dream changed from blurry to clear as he grew older, and it became more and more active, but the question of who she was had troubled him for many years.
"Who are you?"
"Liao Tingyan, I am Liao Tingyan." When she met him, she was Liao Tingyan.
Sima Jiao stood in front of Liao Tingyan, reached out and rubbed her chin and cheeks, his fingers were slightly cool, and he looked at her with a lot of inquiry.
Liao Tingyan had cried enough, and finally recovered from the reunion after a long absence. She sat there looking up at Sima Jiao, as if watching a flower that bloomed again after many years. After the surging emotions subsided, the waves still rumbled again and again. Shoot on the beach, stirring up small waves.
If it weren't for the fact that there were many people watching, she might not be able to help but touch his face.
Hmm... That's right, she took a closer look. At present, this majesty is still a little majesty. His sixteen-year-old appearance is not the same as the one she was familiar with before, and he looks more youthful. In the past, Sima Jiao looked like a young man. After all, he lived for so many years, and his expression, demeanor, and actions usually carried the temperament of an adult, but now this Sima Jiao... is really tender.
The eyes are still the same eyes, but because there is no memory stacking for hundreds of years, they appear much clearer and a little rounder. The contours of the face are softer than when they grow up, not so sharp. The nose and lips are also very cute. .
No, this feeling is like suddenly returning to the teenage years, seeing the appearance of the young lover, I am about to die of cuteness! Even if the other party used to be a self-inflicted old dog, it can't affect his current cuteness.
This little face is so tender.
Liao Tingyan couldn't help but reached out and touched His Majesty's face.
Sima Jiao: "..."
The beautiful woman in front of her who was still crying just now was taken back by him. Of course, he could touch other people's faces if he wanted to, but what happened to her, so naturally he touched his face in the opposite direction. That scary bad name tyrant, or is she
Sima Jiao looked at her strangely: "You touch Gu's face?"
Liao Tingyan: "..." To be honest, Your Majesty, in fact, I have touched your butt, so what is your face
Sima Jiao didn't feel angry when he found out that he was offended, but asked strangely, "You don't seem to be afraid of being alone?"
Liao Tingyan: Huh? Should I show fear of you now
But she just came to your land, and she hasn't finished the new character design of the former Dao Companion, and she doesn't know what terrifying things the tyrant has done, so where do you start to be afraid now? To be honest, her acting skills haven't improved at all over the years, and I don't know if she can handle this Sima Jiao.
Sima Jiao: "Could it be that you haven't heard of a lone murderer?"
Liao Tingyan: "Wow?"
Sima Jiao was very dissatisfied with her ignorant appearance. She felt that this girl was probably too young, and she was well raised at home. How did he kill.
Sima Jiao swaggered and sat next to her, leaned on the table, waved the attendants who were standing on the side to get down, then looked up and down Liao Tingyan presumptuously, and said in a perverted tone: "General Gu Zeng A man who scolded me was skinned and hung at the gate of the palace, until he was turned into a bone by the wind and rain."
Liao Tingyan: Well, that's really scary—if it wasn't for Sima Jiao, who always wanted to destroy other people's families, kill the entire inner circle of Gengchen Immortal Mansion with one hand, and burn most of the demon generals to make flower fertilizer. For comparison.
Sima Jiao could see that the beauty in front of him didn't feel scared, he laughed lowly, and lifted her chin, "Aren't you afraid that if you anger Gu, you will be treated like this by Gu? people."
Of course, this man was not born with the word Lianxiangxiyu. She remembered that she had just entered Gengchen Immortal Mansion and was elected to his Sanshengshan Tower, and she watched him kill a bunch of beauties. He wanted to kill , never differentiated between men and women.
Yes, she remembered a small part of the original memory. It was after Sima Jiao burned himself as a candle. It might have stimulated her a lot at that time.
The sixteen-year-old Sima Jiao approached her to deliberately scare people and seemed to be saying his "great achievements". Not only was Liao Tingyan not afraid, he even wanted to laugh.
Forget it, let's give your majesty some face, after all, it's a terrible majesty.
"Okay... I'm so scared." Her voice trembled a little, resisting the trembling of laughter.
Sima Jiao: "..." I always feel that the woman in front of me is weird.
Sima Jiao: "It seems that you haven't realized your destiny yet. You are the monarch of the country, Sima Jiao, and you will follow me to the capital of Yancheng." From now on, he will leave his hometown and be imprisoned in that palace city cage.
Liao Tingyan nodded reservedly: "Okay, I agree."
Sima Jiao: "... Gu is not asking you, Gu is telling you that from now on, you are a lonely woman." His meaningful gaze swept across her body, waiting to see her panicked appearance.
It's impossible to be in a panic, Liao Tingyan looked at the tender face of the little majesty hesitantly, and thought, it's good to be young, even if he said this kind of bullshit, he would not be angry when he saw his tender face.
Still, being his woman isn't good, right? It's too early to think about the fact of driving.
Although this is not modern, Sima Jiao's body is only sixteen years old now, the cat may not have grown up, and he has a high probability of not remembering the past, and his mind is still a rebellious boy of sixteen years old, she really can't go on hand.
No, my conscience will not allow me to sleep with underage boys, at least another two years.
"Your Majesty, shall we talk in two years? Or in one year?" Liao Tingyan euphemistically changed the subject of the next sentence from 'you' to 'me'.
"I'm still young and a little scared."
Sima Jiao: "..." What nonsense is this person talking about
He sank a small white face, "Do you think you can choose? As long as you think so, you can belong to me immediately."
Liao Tingyan: Don't, don't force me to commit a crime. My will is very weak, and my sense of morality is getting less and less.
Maybe it's because she is a lot stronger than Sima Jiao now, and she wants to laugh listening to how a sixteen-year-old boy fights. The big devil who can't move on the bed is very tolerant.
Oh, whatever you say, I won't be angry with you, this little brat.
In the end, when she was "robbed" on a spacious carriage and escorted back to the capital of Yancheng, Sima Jiao saw that she was lying down beside him and was ready to rest, and suddenly said to her, "Are you stupid? No response at all, if you enter the harem like this, you can be eaten raw by those women in the harem."
Mature adult · never angry · Liao Tingyan: Those women in the harem? what woman? Sima Jiao, you are about to die, and your decades of life are now coming to an early end!
Seeing that Liao Tingyan's face finally changed, Sima Jiao felt very comfortable, and thought, "I'm afraid, right?" He said slightly proudly: "If you can be happy with Lonely, Lonely will keep you safe."
He was thinking about his current harem situation, thinking about what the most flamboyant ones looked like recently, and he couldn't remember clearly when he came out.
As an emperor, of course he has a harem. The beauties in it are selected according to the rules, and some people give them away. The princes from all over the world love to send beauties to each other. Huguo has such a style. Concubine Ji.
He sees which subject is not pleasing to the eye, and he will send which subject a beautiful woman. The ones he sent out were all those who were among the best in his harem battle. Just pulling one out would not be a fuel-efficient lamp.
He raised the beauties sent from all sides, just like raising a group of crickets and let them fight. Whoever has the skills and scheming to win is what he can use in his eyes.
This lousy majesty, every time he sends out a beautiful woman, he calls it "harmony between the ruler and the minister", but King Huwen sent his general Harem Miji because the brothers have a good relationship, regardless of you and me. As for him, he It was because of the idea of not pleasing the courtiers, and sending a beautiful woman could turn a courtier's family upside down, and he didn't know how many ministers' harmonious families were broken up.
As a result, what those ministers are most afraid of now is to hold a banquet on a whim of His Majesty during the New Year and holidays. He always sends out a few beauties at the banquet. Where is the gift of beauties, it is simply a funeral.
Liao Tingyan didn't know the inside story. She gritted her teeth and looked at Sima Jiao, who seemed to be sitting there, and suddenly raised her hand and waved it. Sima Jiao blinked, and suddenly closed his eyes slowly. His eyelids were covered, but his eyes were still rolling, as if he was struggling to wake up.
Liao Tingyan wrapped his arms around his neck and softly soothed: "You are sleepy, go to sleep." Sima Jiao didn't try to struggle anymore, and slowly fell asleep.
Liao Tingyan put the person to sleep, and then squeezed his wrist and pressed it, and immediately pouted.
Bah, this jerk.
However, his body is really bad.
Liao Tingyan examined him carefully and found that his spirit was still damaged in the past, and it did not integrate well with the current body. He probably felt headaches from time to time. There is Wu Qing right now, and I can see it quietly when I close my eyes, and I don't think I sleep well.
Is he an ancestral sleeper? No matter how I changed my body, I still couldn't sleep well.
There is also a weak body, the influence of the spirit, and the disease in the womb. He may not care much about it. If he is young, if an ordinary person does not have a magic medicine to treat it, he may live in his thirties at most.
She was a little mad at him just now, but now seeing his broken body, she began to feel distressed again. Fortunately, she is a cultivator.
"How can you make yourself so uncomfortable wherever you go?" Liao Tingyan whispered, pecked at His Majesty's cheek.
She took out a jade pot. It was the ginseng dew from Senior Brother Guyuwu. There was not a lot of spiritual energy. Those who cultivated immortals probably only wanted to drink it, but it was a top-notch nourishing product for the body of ordinary people. She has many better ones. , but now this one is the most appropriate.
She took a sip, lowered her head and kissed Sima Jiao's lips, feeding him a small sip. He can't even drink more of this now, and he can give him a little drink every day in the future.
Sima Jiao frowned and flicked his fingers, looking uneasy. Liao Tingyan wrapped his arms around his neck and brushed his forehead with one hand to calm him down, then leaned against his chest.
His senses are very keen, even if it is an ordinary person's body, the soul is still that Sima Jiao.
His chest is a little thin now, and it really is a teenager. His chest is not as cold as before, with the warmth that is unique to young people, only the hands are slightly cold. His heart was beating slowly, representing a deep sleep.
Liao Tingyan stared at his chin for a while, rubbed his chest, and fell asleep together.