Chapter 920

A Zhao laughs out a voice: "I am only not serious to you."

A Zhao looked at such a Hua Yong, and the more he saw it, the more he liked it.

This looks cold and cold, not easy to approach, but actually shy and soft, which is really too cute.

After learning about her own and Hua Yong's settings, she and marshmallow discussed how to go about the world.

At last, a Zhao felt that he wanted to go.

Isn't the task to protect Hua Yong from being blackened by stimulation?

She intervened in his marriage with biliant and brought him into the palace.

Love and protect an emperor with all he has.

In this way, she did not believe that the Lord could be blackened.

With the arrival of a Zhao, Hua Yong could no longer enjoy reading.

After chatting for a while, Hua Yong asked casually, "I thought your Majesty would come to play chess in the afternoon. I don't want to wait for someone else."

A Zhao reached out and nodded at the corner of his mouth: "it's wrong again."

Hua Yong was as good as a stream: "a Zhao."

A Zhao did not hide from him: "Lanting is ill, I will go to see her."

Is bilanting sick?

Hua Yong's eyes flashed when he heard the name.

He was disgusted with the woman biliant.

It's just about hate, not much.

After all, in his last life, the other party humiliated him, and he personally revenged himself, which can be regarded as a lifetime of resentment, a lifetime.

He also did not forget the burning eyes from the direction of bilianting when he went to the main hall to meet the empress.

Hua Yong has always known enough about the charm of his leather bag.

In her last life, biliant fell in love with her face at first sight. In this life, it seems, it's not much worse.

Just so?

She was ill when she entered the harem yesterday?

Hua Yong looks up at a Zhao, and doesn't miss the soft color in her eyes when she mentions bilianting.

They have a good relationship with the Royal sisters.

……

A Zhao got up early in the morning. In the afternoon, he did not rest because he went to see bilianting. After chatting for a while, he became sleepy.

Since I'm sleepy, I have to go to bed.

She said to Hua Yong, "Qingque, go to bed."

Hua Yong's body was slightly stiff and then relaxed.

"Yes," he said softly

However, it was beyond his expectation.

After the young empress went to bed, she did nothing to him.

She lay on the bed in a proper way, and only when Hua Yong was lying on the bed, she put out her hand and took his hand, clasping her fingers.

"Your Majesty?"

Ah Zhao closed his eyes and coaxed a child to shake his hand: "OK, sleep."

She said to sleep, and soon her breath became longer.

Hua Yong didn't fall asleep so fast.

He turned his head and looked at the woman on his side.

After the light through the layers of curtains, it is no longer dazzling, but it is enough to let people see the shape of the person beside the pillow.

She looked safe, even with a faint smile around her mouth, which was a completely unguarded gesture.

Hua Yong never thought that one day, he would lie in the same bed with this woman who had been fighting for more than ten years.

Even the night before, they had done the most intimate thing in the world.

Nature plays tricks on people.

He looked at ah Zhao for a long time and felt the soft touch from his palm. He moved his fingers several times, but finally he didn't pull the palm out of the other's palm.

I just don't want her to be suspicious tomorrow.

He said to himself.