Chapter 1292

LAN Xiang'er had no idea for a moment.

But Li Aofeng suddenly bowed his head, so he kissed LAN Xiang'er's lips. LAN Xiang'er's eyes widened. Li Aofeng's deep voice came from up and down: "close your eyes."

Simple words, but also with a touch of banter.

LAN Xiang'er passively closed her eyes, almost a command and an action. Until the end of Li Aofeng's kiss, LAN Xiang'er couldn't breathe. Li Aofeng released her, still holding LAN Xiang'er's hand and looking down at LAN Xiang'er.

LAN Xiang'er's breath was very short. Just looking at it, her ears were boiling hot. Subconsciously, she struggled for a while, but Li Aofeng didn't give LAN Xiang'er the chance to struggle. The palm of her hand made a little effort to let LAN Xiang'er be imprisoned in her arms.

For a long time——

After a long time, LAN Xiang'er became more and more cramped. Li Ao Feng gave a smile and released the person in his arms: "you should get used to my intimacy."

LAN Xiang'er didn't speak, but Li Aofeng's words meant that LAN Xiang'er couldn't understand it any more. In such a situation, LAN Xiang'er was very quiet, didn't resist and didn't say much. Li Aofeng didn't force her to lead LAN Xiang'er along the birch forest.

Originally neat snow-white ground, soon appeared footprints, one after another.

"My mother used to love coming here." Li Aofeng suddenly spoke.

"Empress Dowager?" LAN Xiang'er was stunned.

"Yes." Li Aofeng nodded, "my father will accompany my mother and go quietly in the birch forest. Step on the snow one by one until the next heavy snow covers them

"Why?" LAN Xiang'er is a little puzzling.

She doesn't see snow on weekdays, so she is very excited when it snows. If she has seen snow on weekdays, she won't be so excited when it snows. Mu Cen grew up in Kyoto, so she doesn't like to see snow.

So LAN Xiang'er doesn't understand why Mu Cen likes to walk in the snow.

Li Ao Feng listened to LAN Xiang'er's words, but he laughed out: "the mother said that when it snowed, they stepped in the snow, and they walked side by side. The snow fell on their shoulders and hair, which seemed to make people white. The footprints at their feet seemed to imply that they had gone all the way to white."

Li Ao Feng explained for a while, this words, let Lan Xiang son quiet for a moment, low head but didn't speak.

Unlike Mu Cen, she and Li Shiyuan are braved with snow, and their bodies and heads are covered with snow, which makes them feel like they have gone all the way to Whitehead.

And she and Li Aofeng still have an umbrella on their body. All the snow flowers are blocked by the umbrella. On their body, only a few snowflakes fall from their shoulders. With a slight shake, they have disappeared.

So, it's not the same that you can't get to the white head.

"What do you think?" Li Aofeng asked LAN Xiang'er.

LAN Xiang'er calmed down and looked at Li Aofeng as if he was thinking about something. Until LAN Xiang'er came back to his senses, he said calmly, "emperor, why haven't you ever set up a queen for many years, even a crown princess in those years?"

LAN Xiang'er was a little annoyed when he asked.

And Li Aofeng just looked at LAN Xiang'er, and suddenly laughed with such a banter: "are you asking me to be the queen?"

LAN Xiang'er was even more hasty. Her face turned red. She immediately shook her head: "no, I don't mean that --"

The more confused the explanation is, the more like there is no silver 300 Liang here. In the end, LAN Xiang'er gives up and stands in the same place without saying a word. On the contrary, Li Aofeng pinched LAN Xiang'er's chin and half forced LAN Xiang'er to look at himself.

LAN Xiang'er didn't say a word.

Li Aofeng then said, "the queen is not for everyone. Like you think Zeng Fuling, almost everyone in the Zhou Dynasty thought she was the most suitable queen. But people in this position should know how to weigh the pros and cons, not their own interests, and the latter family was the only one. At least up to now, I haven't met such a suitable person. "

Li Aofeng's indifference is just a very common thing.

LAN Xiang'er nodded knowingly: "someone like the Empress Dowager?"

"It's not as good as that. It's probably rare to be able to do this. It's even more difficult." Li Aofeng said directly, "no one needs to compare with his mother, because there is no comparison at all. People are different."

LAN Xiang'er made a sound and then looked up at Li Aofeng.

Li Aofeng lowered his eyebrows and rubbed LAN Xiang'er's hand: "what else do you want to ask me?"

LAN Xiang'er seems to be hesitant.

"Ask. I forgive you for your innocence. " Li Aofeng spoke lightly.

LAN Xiang'er said quietly: "why does the emperor have no children for so many years?"

In fact, LAN Xiang'er was not the one who said these words. People in Dazhou probably felt very curious. After all, since ancient times, emperors have many children, so they can continue the incense. It seems that since Li Shiyuan, he has never opened branches and scattered leaves.

"The only one who can give birth to a prince is my queen." Li Shiyuan just looked at LAN Xiang'er and said every word directly.

LAN Xiang'er was quiet and didn't speak.

But Li Aofeng suddenly said, "is Xiang'er going to give me a prince?"

This question is a bit subtle, combined with Li Shiyuan's previous words, it makes LAN Xiang'er unable to say a word, so he can only passively look at Li Aofeng, and his ears are burning.

Seeing that LAN Xiang'er didn't say anything, Li Aofeng didn't say anything, but the faint smile in his eyebrows and eyes didn't disperse, so he looked at LAN Xiang'er with a low eyebrow.

LAN Xiang'er is imprisoned in Li Aofeng's arms. This person has already blocked the wind, frost, rain and snow for her. It seems that he takes himself as a treasure and takes care of him in the palm of his hand.

LAN Xiang'er's heart beat very fast. She lowered her head and looked at the white snowflakes on the ground. There were their footprints on them. There was no one else.

Always firm mind, suddenly began to become erratic.

"Can you dance?" Li Aofeng asked suddenly.

"Yes." LAN Xiang'er nodded.

Even in the LAN family, the LAN family has always regarded LAN Xiang'er as a princess of the state of Yao. Naturally, it's not a matter of chess, piano, calligraphy and painting. Even if not top mouth, but it is absolutely one of the best, but LAN Xiang'er hidden very well, there is no need to expose these strengths.

And Li Aofeng listened to LAN Xiang'er's words and quieted down: "what can you dance?"

"All right." What LAN Xiang'er said was general.

"I play, can you dance?" Li Aofeng asked directly.

LAN Xiang'er calmed down, and her ear became even more red. Then she said, "there are no musical instruments here."