Chapter 916

He was her first man.

From the beginning, Hua Yong felt it.

No matter how strong and familiar she looks.

But the green body can not deceive people.

This cognition made him quite happy.

At the moment, the two of them are like the most intimate husband and wife, close to each other so close that he almost has some illusion that he should not have.

But the words of the palace man awoke him instantly.

Yes, she is not a delicate and harmless girl. She is the enemy of his life and death for decades in his last life, and an emperor whose means and courage are not weaker than his own.

"Your Majesty." He whispered, "it's time to get up."

"Well..." Ah Zhao is not fully awake.

As if she had done so many times in the past, she raised her hand, put her arms around the neck of the man in her arms, and rubbed hard against his chest.

At this time, if the time is not in a hurry, he will hold her and lie down for a while. If the time is tight, he will hold her to sit up together and kiss her in the morning to wake up the new day.

But ah Zhao forgot.

We've changed the world of missions.

The man in front of him is Hua Yong, not Tang Zhou.

Hua Yong looked at the woman in his arms.

Is this really the rosefinch lady I know?

In private, could she have such a delicate appearance as a little daughter?

After a moment's silence, Hua Yong burst into laughter.

Another look at the man in his arms, his face has softened down.

"Your Majesty, your majesty, Zhaoyang? It's time to get up. "

Why are you still shouting

A Zhao opened his eyes and tried to raise his head. He gave him a kiss in the mouth and muttered: "shut up, don't talk, sleep!"

Hua Yong:

Outside the curtain, the head of the palace was almost lowered to the ground.

Your majesty, your majesty and Lin'an Shijun are like this in private?

If you spy on the emperor's privacy, won't you be killed?

The palace people's mind is in a mess.

Hua Yong has been made to laugh and cry by a Zhao.

He felt that his mind, the inherent impression of the rosefinch lady, had been completely broken at the moment.

Forgive him.

Anyone who has seen such a Zhao will never be able to associate her with the words "majestic" and "zhuangsu".

Just now, under the coquettish attack of a Zhao, he was almost soft hearted.

But

Hua Yong narrowed his eyes: the first night he entered the palace, he let the king not go early.

This is not a good sign.

It's inconvenient for me to do things in the future.

It was because of his ruthlessness that he pushed a Zhao for a while, and his voice was amplified a little: "Your Majesty, it's time to get up early."

Early morning?

Morning

Eh? Morning!

A Zhao is excited and finally wakes up.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the white chest and the abdominal muscles under it.

Look up, is a familiar face.

"Good morning, Qingque." She said hello and finally sat up.

Hua Yong was caught off guard and trembled by her cry of Qingque.

He watched a Zhao lift the quilt to get up, moved in his heart, and sat up with him.

A Zhao was about to get out of bed when he was suddenly pulled.

She looked back in surprise.

On the bed, the man with plain clothes and black hair showed a light smile to himself:

"good morning, Zhaoyang."