Chapter 149

149 Huan in front of the hall (Fan Wai 8)

Shen Qingru looked at the big white cat with fried fur strangely, and was very surprised. She always felt that after the big white cat came back from the dead, some actions became very strange.

It is more and more intimate with itself and ZHENG'ER. It wants to stick to itself all the time. Every time she woke up, she saw that the big white cat licked and rubbed her and tried every means to be spoiled and please her. It was like becoming a spirit.

But his attitude towards his Majesty was more than ten times worse than before.

Because Huo Qijun is allergic to cat hair, when he appears, Dabai always winks and avoids early. In the past, Da Bai just didn't like to appear in front of Huo Qijun, avoided him from time to time, and occasionally despised his majesty with his ass. he didn't make any aggressive moves.

Now, a pair of cat's eyes are always bad at looking at the emperor, especially when only his majesty is alone with himself. Dabai always stares at the emperor, and seems ready to rush up and scratch a claw on his Majesty's dragon face at any time.

Not only that, Shen Qingru even felt that Da Bai could understand her, and even he was always meowing and trying to express something to himself. His behavior was strange. He didn't look like a cat.

Big white and his majesty looked at each other for a while. The emperor turned his head first. Big white cat smiled triumphantly.

Hum, coward, come and fight!

If you want to rob me, there's no way!

The emperor suddenly sneezed. Then, there was an itch on his body. When he looked down, there were a large number of small red spots on the back of his hands.

Seeing his expression, Shen Qingru knew that he was allergic to cat hair. He quickly tiptoed to his neck. It was also a red dot with a big needle tip. The emperor looked at her innocently, hissed softly in his mouth, and his fingers couldn't help scratching, looking very itchy.

"Don't scratch. If you scratch it, it will leave a scar." Shen Qingru grabbed his hand in a hurry and ordered the maids to get the anti itching ointment quickly.

Although she was a little reluctant to confess, Her Majesty was like this. Shen Qingru could only let the palace people carry the confession out of the Kunning palace.

The big white cat jumped up and down to avoid the captured palace man. Finally, it was pressed to the ground by an old eunuch of the Kunning palace, still unwilling to struggle.

Dead slave, let go of your dirty hands. I want to stay here! When I recover, you will be dead!

However, there was still a series of meowing. Surrounded by the palace people, the big white cat kept meowing all the way and was forcibly driven out.

I will come back! Huo Qijun gave a reluctant meow.

In the shadow of the lamp, the emperor looked down at the little hand pressed on his palm. It was white, thin and soft as if there were no bones. A ripple flashed in his eyes, and his Adam's Apple moved unconsciously.

"It won't itch if you apply the medicine. Your majesty can bear it again." Shen Qingru thought he still wanted to scratch the rash, and comforted with a little guilt.

The palace people soon sent the white jade porcelain bottle containing the antipruritic ointment. Shen Qingru touched a little ointment with her fingers, gently smeared it on his Rashed skin, and slowly wiped it evenly.

First the palm, then the neck.

When applying it to his neck, Shen Qingru inadvertently looked down. The emperor's allergy seemed to be more serious than usual, and his chest skin was red and swollen.

"Your Majesty, chest..." she handed over the medicine bottle and motioned the emperor to apply it himself.

The emperor was silent. He just raised his face and stared at her. He neither took the porcelain vase nor spoke

Shen Qingru waited for a moment. Seeing that the emperor never said a word, he put the white jade porcelain bottle on the tray beside the bed and got up to clean his hands. As soon as he stood up, his hands were held by the people behind him.

Shen Qingru was slightly stunned and looked at the emperor puzzled. An interview picture explained to him: "Your Majesty, my concubine's hands are stained with ointment. I want to clean my hands."

In the past, she did not often call herself a concubine in front of him. Now, I have used this title again.

The Emperor didn't let go, but looked at her faintly, his look dim in the shadow of the lamp. The one holding her hand, dry and slender, gently rubbed her hand. That hand, bony, dry and warm, she should be the most familiar, but now, she feels a little strange.

"Your Majesty..." Shen Qingru said softly.

The emperor's motionless body suddenly moved and gently pulled it. Shen Qingru fell into his arms and leaned his head against his chest.

"What's the matter with your majesty?" Shen Qingru twisted his body in the emperor's arms and wanted to stand up from the emperor's shackles. However, the emperor's arms tightened fiercely and tightly encircled her between his arms again.

His eyes were strange, as if he were looking at something and making a decision. Shen Qingru stared at the emperor, but saw that the other party suddenly stretched out a hand, put her on the bed, and gently kissed her cheek

"Empress... You are beautiful..." his eyes were slightly intoxicated, and gradually kissed slowly from his forehead to his cheeks to his lips. When trying to deepen the kiss printed on her lips, Shen Qingru resolutely pushed him away.

Her eyes were as cold as snow, and her gaze at him seemed to be examining a stranger, rather than her husband who had been grinding with her ears and temples for ten years. She sank down and looked coldly at the emperor in Dragon Robe: "who are you...?"

The emperor's lips made a pleasant arc. He gently twisted her chin with his fingertips: "Qingru... What's the matter?"

Shen Qingru, on one side of his body, avoided the touch of his fingers, stared into each other's eyes and said word by word: "I don't know who you are, but I'm sure you're definitely not my husband."

The emperor was stunned and smiled stiffly on his face.

"You are by no means my husband. Who the hell are you?"

The emperor looked at her for a long time and finally slowly opened his mouth: "I am your husband - Huo Qijun, but I am not Huo Qijun in this life."

Shen Qingru's body trembled. He tried to resist the cold in his heart and heard the other party say, "I was dead, but I don't know why I was born again. Fortunately, everything is different from my previous life."

"In this life, you are my wife." the emperor stared deeply at the little woman in front of him. Even if he heard such news, her beautiful face was still calm and fearless in the face of danger. Very good. He liked her more and more.

Shen Qingru straightened up slowly and tried to make himself look as calm as before: "you occupied my husband's body, what about my husband?"

The emperor looked cold and said in a deep voice, "since I am reborn, he may be gone..."

His eyes wandered around Shen Qingru's face, and he seemed to sigh with emotion: "In my previous life, I was addicted to the hatred with the Xiao family. After seizing the country and mountains, it seems that my life has no meaning. I have been conquering the north and South all day, and there is no peace for a moment... Now I understand. I... I am jealous of me in this life. I have you and Zheng children, and live happily every day. I just don't understand why it is the same me, but the opportunities of the two lives are so different?"

His mood seemed a little excited. He closed his eyes slightly and adjusted his breathing. Then he opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Don't be afraid, I will never hurt you... I will be good to you and ZHENG'ER, better than that me..." the emperor looked at her sincerely.

Shen Qingru closed his eyes and didn't want to see the man who occupied his husband's bag: "you don't belong here. Where you come from, you should go back..."

The emperor looked at her with fixed eyes and spoke slowly: "I like you... In the last life, there were three thousand beauties in the harem, but I never found a person who really treated me. But at the first sight of you, I felt like I wanted to be with you all my life. Having you around me always makes me happy from my heart..."

"That's my husband's residual feeling, not yours." Shen Qingru interrupted him.

The emperor's tone suddenly changed: "he and I are one person, I am him, he is me!"

He suddenly reached out and took her into his arms, put his lips close to her ear, and repeated again and again: "I am him, he is me, we are one person!"

Huo Qijun spent nine cattle and two tigers to get rid of a group of difficult slaves in the Kunning palace. It was easy to break through the siege again and climb to the window of the palace. The scene in front of him almost blew it up!

Huo Qijun blew his hair again. The bastard who occupied his body cheated and teased his son. Now he dares to flirt with his wife!

I can't bear it!

With a meow, Huo Qijun directly broke the window of Kunning palace and rushed into the palace like a calf. He heard Qingru's voice as if calling himself: "husband, husband..."

Don't be afraid, I'm coming!

Huo Qijun's blood surged into his heart, gnashing his teeth and looking at another himself on the bed. He ran straight into him with enough strength. If he didn't kill the bastard, he wouldn't be surnamed Huo!

……

Huo Qijun was awakened by a violent shaking. He opened his eyes in confusion. A lotus show face appeared above his line of sight. It was Shen Qingru.

Shen Qingru was startled by his ferocious expression: "what's the matter with you?"

He slept well, but he suddenly danced. His teeth were creaking, which frightened Shen Qingru.

Huo Qijun gasped, looked at her blankly for a moment, looked down at himself, suddenly grabbed Shen Qingru's sleeve and asked an extremely stupid question: "Qingru, am I white or human now?"

Shen Qingru blinked and felt that her husband was full of crazy words.

He was supposed to have done it on purpose, but now it seems that he is pale and out of his mind. Shen Qingru feels pity for him and quickly wipes the sweat on his forehead: "husband, this is a nightmare? What's in the dream?" Huo Qijun closes his eyes and laughs suddenly: "Great, ha ha, I said I wouldn't be so unlucky. I'll become a broken cat. I'll kiss you like a baby..."

Shen Qingru smiled and pushed him: "in the middle of the night, he began to go crazy again."

Huo Qijun happily hugged her and turned around in bed: "ha ha, Qingru, I've never felt so happy... It's good“

Everything is fine. He hasn't become a cat. Qing Ru is still there, Zheng Er is still there, he is still there.

Huo Qijun was satisfied.

He looked at the shy little wife in his arms, and a bad smile came up at the corners of his mouth to kiss, but suddenly he remembered something.

"Somebody..." the emperor suddenly lifted the curtain and roared.

The palace people were startled and answered quickly, but they listened to the emperor's order: "the big white cat is not allowed to appear within ten miles of the Kunning palace in the future, otherwise I will only ask you! And let the dead cat lose weight!"

Shen Qingru was so happy that she was about to tell the palace people not to pay attention to the emperor, but Huo Qijun directly blocked her lips and kissed her deeply.

The good night was short and bitter, and Huo Qijun cherished every day with heartfelt emotion.