Chapter 940

Her wine wakes up most of the time.

The man turned his head and gave him a slight smile: "Your Majesty?"

Under the candlelight, the room is full of jubilation, and the man in the wedding dress has a unique demeanor.

Ah Zhao narrowed his eyes slowly.

The smile on her face disappeared and her relaxed look turned into indifference.

"Come on!" she exclaimed, lifting her hand and breaking free of his.

"The emperor of the great summer, come to my rosefinch, is it so sneaky?"

"Your Majesty?" Outside the dormitory hall came the voice of inquiry.

Tonight is the Nudi's wedding night, and they dare not enter directly.

"Give it to me..."

"Zhaoyang!" Hua Yong said quickly, "I just want to say a few words."

Ah Zhaoli ignored him and continued to speak.

Hua Yong looked dark and lowered his voice: "you don't want to know where your holy king is now?"

Ah Zhao stopped.

She looked at him a little strangely.

It's like shock, it's like disappointment.

Hua Yong avoided her eyes.

Yeah.

He also felt sad in his heart.

When did he want to say a few words to her, all of which would be threatened?

"Good." A Zhao slowly opened his mouth, and his voice returned to calm without waves.

She raised her voice and said, "forget it, the emperor is drunk. It's all right. Keep going outside. "

Hearing this, the people in the palace outside thought that it was the empress who was ready to take care of the Emperor himself. They all lamented in their hearts that his majesty valued the emperor.

A Zhao looked at Hua Yong indifferently: "the emperor of the great Xia Dynasty, I promise, if the emperor has anything in case, you don't have to leave my rosefinch."

Hua Yong shut his eyes and said, "Zhaoyang, you and me Do you have to talk like this? "

Ah Zhao thought it was funny.

She really sneered: "you and me? With all due respect, your majesty, if it were not for your despicable means, I and you would not have spoken like this. "

"I will directly treat the outsiders who appear in my bedroom as assassins!"

A Zhao thought for a while, but he thought it was not interesting to talk to him.

She sat down on one side of the chair and nodded to Hua Yong. "If you have anything, just say it."

Hua Yong just looked at her.

She was wearing a snow-white middle coat, long hair was wet, and the water drops on her body. The white middle coat was soaked and showed a transparent state.

She has always had the bad habit of not brushing her hair after bathing.

Every time before, he would pull people to sit down, take a clean cloth towel, carefully dry for her.

Hua Yong's voice was a little hoarse: "if I don't come, you are going to meet other men like this?"

A Zhao looks at himself inexplicably.

Like this? What does it look like?

She looked down at a large water stain on her chest and responded.

When she reacted, she laughed.

Laugh ironically.

"Your Majesty, you have to understand one thing."

"This is my bedroom."

"The man in your mouth is my holy king. He lives in proportion to my husband and wife. After a hundred years, he will share the temple with me and bury the imperial mausoleum with me."

"It's you who shouldn't be here."

Hua Yong has been fixed to look at her, looking at her plain expression to say these words.

He suddenly laughed and said in a soft voice, "don't be angry with me, OK? I know that's what you mean to say to piss me off. I know it's wrong. "

As he said, he went to a Zhao and reached for her hand.