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In a room shrouded in water mist, there is a large white marble bathing pool. The sparkling water is like stars scattered with countless petals, petals as red as blood, charming and passionate.
The black hair, as smooth as silk, twists and turns in the water, entangled with the red petals, black and red, gorgeous and charming.
Beautiful butterfly bones, smooth and undulating back curves, and flawless white and smooth skin.
Everything is as beautiful as the most tempting dream.
He stepped forward, held the seductive fairy tightly in his arms, and sucked out traces as gorgeous as petals on the flawless white jade. Vigorously, eagerly, and eagerly, he opened the slender legs that tempted his mind, and galloped hard into the warmth, making those passionate and proud phoenix eyes reveal pleading, even stubborn moisture...
"Well-"
Waking up from the same dream again, An Xiao looked at the messy lower clothes and smiled bitterly.
How many times has this happened
From that day on, such secret and fragrant dreams would appear whenever he fell asleep.
Panic, confusion, fear, anxiety, and concealment are not enough to describe An Xiao's entire mood these past few days.
The dreams day after day, the same scenes in the same play every time, and the face that I see every day, even if I close my eyes, An Xiao will not admit it.
That was his king, the emperor of the most powerful land, Emperor Jingyuan of the Daqing Dynasty.
His master, the person who haunts his dreams, the person to whom his soul is bound, the person he cares about, is also the person he wants but cannot get.
It was time to change shifts again. He hid in the dark and looked at the man who was concentrating on painting.
An Xiao's unseen eyes were full of admiration, piety, and longing.
Looking at the usual curvature of the corners of the man's mouth, his clear eyes, he was painting leisurely.
An Xiao darkened his eyes, and there was a storm in his eyes that was about to be suppressed.
"Xiao."
Cong Sheng suddenly looked at the scroll that had been made at hand, put down the purple hair in his hand, took out the small seal he had with him, and pressed it gently.
"How about coming over and taking a look at my painting?"
With such a burning gaze, it was difficult for Cong Sheng to pretend not to notice. Looking at An Xiao, who was dressed in black, expressionless, and full of anxiety, a hint of smile flashed in Cong Sheng's eyes.
"Yes." An Xiao appeared in response and stood three meters away from Cong Sheng.
"How can you see clearly when you are so far away?" Cong Sheng said in a relaxed tone as he leisurely admired his paintings without looking at An Xiao.
"I won't eat you. Come over here and stand next to me."
An Xiao lowered his eyes and took a few steps forward with a calm expression, then stood at an arm's length away from Cong Sheng.
"No one can match the master's paintings, and my subordinates cannot even describe his magnificence."
"Oh?" Cong Sheng raised an eyebrow. Can an honest person flatter you? He rolled his eyes, "The weather has been really dry recently."
"?" An Xiao was confused for a while, and then his cheeks turned red under Cong Sheng's pointed gaze.
Cong Sheng stared at An Xiao's tall nose for a while, "Be careful... you might get angry."
Thinking of An Xiao's nosebleed that day, Cong Sheng laughed heartily again. He really laughed every time he remembered it.
Such a solemn and cold-hearted man actually looked at his back, his face paralyzed, and he didn't even know he was bleeding from the nose.
If Cong Sheng hadn't smelled the smell of blood and his sensitive nose, he might have stained a pool of clear water.
It's been a long time since I've encountered such sincere and silly feelings, so warm that Cong Sheng's cold heart softened.
Looking at that beautiful face that was as bright as the morning sun, An Xiao's embarrassed expression calmed down. There was an affectionate arc at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were as deep as the sea, full of love.
A slight ambiguity flowed quietly in the room, and the atmosphere between the two of them, which had been slightly stiff for many days (an ominously one-sided affair), began to warm up again.
"Long live my lord, Concubine Shu is asking for an audience outside the palace."
The voice of the great eunuch Jin Laifu sounded, causing the two people who were looking at each other to come back to their senses. An Xiao darkened his eyes, glared at Jin Laifu quietly, then bowed to Cong Sheng and made a farewell ceremony, and instantly disappeared from the room again. .
Cong Sheng is already used to this, his secret guards are so cool~
"pass."
He pulled out a piece of white rice paper and covered his masterpiece. Cong Sheng sat on a chair nearby and adjusted his posture.
We finally meet, the winner in life, Concubine Shu.
The author has something to say: Yesterday, an important guest came to the house, so we ate, played and went shopping together. The author of "Escort Company" has only just coded the text now, so he has coded so much for today.
I'm sorry, I only slept for less than three hours yesterday, and the guests were served until about ten o'clock in the evening. Now I really can't bear to take a nap.