Chapter 922

A Zhao strode over and waved to sui'er to step back.

She went to Hua Yong and looked at him from a commanding position: "Qingque doesn't believe me?"

Hua Yong looked at him and seemed helpless: "Your Majesty, you are the empress of the rosefinch. Your majesty will always marry the emperor."

"Then you will be my king!" Ah Zhao said without thinking.

Hua Yong was stunned and looked at ah Zhao. He was surprised and said, "me? But I am a person of Daxia, or the prince of Daxia. Your majesty can't be willful. "

Ah Zhao sat down beside him and took his hand: "who said that? If you can't even be your own emperor, what's the point of being an emperor? "

She looked at Hua Yong, thinking that she had to comfort him and not let him think more.

So a Zhao leaned over and gave Hua Yong a kiss to show him.

"Qingque." She spoke to him as if she had promised, "believe me."

"It's my own business to marry the emperor. I don't care about those courtiers."

Hua Yong looks at her quietly.

A Zhao also looked at him gently: "Qingque, I only ask you. Would you like to be my king. If you want to, then in this world, no one can stop us. "

Hua Yong's heart trembled.

The opposite person is looking forward to him, waiting for a response.

However, after a long silence, Hua Yong just gave a helpless smile: "Your Majesty, don't make a joke."

He didn't say he wanted to, and he didn't say he didn't want to.

A Zhao was disappointed.

Her words to China Yong are not empty words. The imperial power of Zhuque Dynasty is supreme, and the female emperor oppresses the world. If she insists, the courtiers can object to it, but it is useless to oppose.

But she thought for a second, and so on.

Now she can really overcome the public opinion and make Hua Yong the emperor, but there will be many discordant voices, and even Hua Yong may be called a disaster.

Just wait.

When she cleared the way, she would give him a grand wedding.

So he won't be wronged at all.

After making the decision, a Zhao looks relaxed again.

She said to Hua Yong, "in a word, I won't make others a saint, and I won't accept other people to serve you."

Hua Yong looked up at her.

A Zhao took him with a smile and leaned over and said, "in my life, it's enough to have a Qingque."

Huayon did not speak.

He closed his eyes and hugged the man in his arms. Rarely, with a bit of uncontrollable strength, he kissed him hard.

They kiss each other all the way from the couch to the bed. Hua Yong holds ah Zhao and presses down.

Together for more than a year, the two people have been very familiar with each other's body.

A Zhao was a little surprised, because Hua Yong was always gentle and careless between the bed, rarely taking such initiative, even with a bit of ferocity.

Well, it's not hard, but it's kind of exciting.

She stretched out her arms and put her arms around the shoulders and backs of the people in her body.

Hua Yong seemed to pause for a moment, and then his action became more intense.

Love is like fire.

……

The consequence of indulgence was that a Zhao failed to get up early the next morning.

After calling for two or three rounds, Hua Yong looked down at the tired man nestling in his arms, and his face showed a gentle smile that he didn't even notice.

He lowered his voice: "Your Majesty is not feeling well. I'll let you off this morning."

Palace people were very surprised, but listen to the curtain curtain of people did not half move, had to whisper a yes.