Chapter 7

Vaguely, seeing a figure in a wedding dress, Yan Luoli subconsciously hugs herself. Her thin face is full of panic. She tightly holds the quilt in her arms and retreats.

Back against the wall behind the bed, she trembled and held the quilt closer in her arms. There was a layer of mist in her eyes, which could not stop the fear from her heart.

As the mist cleared away, the people in front of her became clear, and she slowly returned to calm.

"Lord, why are you here?"

Yan Luoli naturally spread the quilt, wrapped herself in it, and calmly opened her mouth.

The panic just now seemed to be Han xuyao's own illusion.

Han xuyao's anger was raised to his throat, and his face was covered with a thin layer of ice.

Thanks to her face to ask, wedding night, wedding candles, what do you say the king to do!

In anger, Han xuyao held Yan Luoli's chin, moved her face in front of him, and gazed at her like a king.

At the corner of her eyes, there were still wet tears, reflecting the yellow candle light. Han xuyao held her breath and reached out for her.

Yan Luo Li Zheng is there, he just now, is helping oneself wipe away tears?

But there was anger in his eyes.

At the bottom of my heart, I felt a little ashamed and turned my head subconsciously.

It's like asking a wrong question. What can he do? He could have come.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and in the embarrassment, there was some ambiguity.

"I didn't think you would come."

It's still a light tone. It's an explanation for Han xuyao.

Self righteous, bold girl!

Han xuyao frowned, pushed the woman in front of him, turned over and locked her in his arms.

No, this, this what situation, say good like Xiao family girl?!

Yan Luoli caught off guard and lost her square inch in his arms.

Calm down, calm down!

Yan Luoli constantly admonishes himself in the bottom of his heart that he should be angry only because he sees that he is not waiting for him and his self-esteem has been hit.

"The LORD said that I don't like to be ungrateful. So do I, yanluoli. If you allow me to settle the rumor about my marriage, I will help you and Miss Xiao in your heart, and ask the king to calm down. When I go to the Palace tomorrow to thank you, I will ask your majesty for another Oracle Well... "

I haven't finished.

Yan Luoli was blocked by Han xuyao directly. Her overbearing kiss caught her off guard and stirred her heart up again.

She wanted to struggle, but her hands and feet were so strangled by him that she couldn't move at all, leaving only her eyes staring at him angrily.

What's wrong? It's not good for him to marry Xiao Wanru?

Although she was selfish, she made Xiao Wanru's wedding dress in her last life, and she took everything that should belong to her. This time, she wanted to take her to the palace and clean her up.

But at least, at least, it was a success for Han xuyao. As long as Xiao Wanru did not pose a threat to herself, at most, she would not harm her.

After a long kiss, Yan Luoli felt that she would not be able to breathe, and her head became more and more dizzy. It was like she had been infused with the poison of losing her mind. If Han xuyao didn't put it away in time, maybe she would choose to fall into the enemy.

When fresh air poured into her chest, Yan Luoli woke up.

Han xuyao didn't dare to be nostalgic. He was afraid that he would lose control and plunder the woman in front of him.

He has to stop, he has to wait, wait for her heart to fill itself again.

"I'll move to Lingxi Pavilion tomorrow. Don't get in my way here."

Han xuyao got up, turned his back and gave a cold order.

For Yan Luoli, that is forgiveness.

Hanging heart finally breathed a sigh of relief. She always felt that if she stayed around Han xuyao for a moment, she would be in danger of being swallowed alive.

"Thank you. Don't wait for tomorrow. Move now."

Words fall, she can't wait to go down to the ground, wake up the two servant girls that she brought, simple clean up for a while, went to Lingxi Pavilion directly.

The speed is amazing.

That cold seven curiously gather together to come over, stare at own Wang Ye that gloomy as if the face of the storm is coming.

"Sir, are you going to guard the empty room alone?"

A cold light came, cold seven neck a shrink, feet a soft, plop kneeling on the ground.

"If my subordinates fail to speak, please punish them."

Han xuyao held his anger and directly kicked Han Qi to the ground.

"Go, keep an eye on her!"

Ah?

Han Qi looked up and saw Han xuyao's black face. He didn't dare to ask. He immediately got up and left.

Han xuyao stood alone in the Longxiao Pavilion, his mouth slowly raised.

Yan Luoli, you haven't changed at all.……

Palace, South study.

After the early Dynasty, the emperor was reading the memorials there.

Turning to the fold handed over by the magistrate of Tongzhou, he frowned: the flood in Tongzhou has just been decided, and he is afraid of pestilence, so he hopes that his majesty will send the imperial doctor to reinforce him.

"Your Majesty, I heard that the princess moved to Lingxi Pavilion in King Jing's mansion last night, and King Jing ate it."

Looking at the emperor's face, Gao Gonggong, the chief manager of the Imperial Palace who was waiting on him, went over and said vividly.

The folding in the emperor's hand was closed, and the atmosphere was condensed. Mr. Gao's face was uneasy.

"Ha ha ha My son, leading a war is invincible and invincible. I didn't expect to be defeated in front of women. It's interesting, interesting! "

Gao Gonggong's heart fell to the ground, and he laughed with his majesty, secretly relieved.

Between talking and laughing, the guard at the door came in to deliver a message.

"Your Majesty, King Jing and Princess Jing have asked to see you."

The emperor and Gao Gonggong looked at each other and laughed again.

"Look, look, talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive, spread it!"

Han xuyao and Yan Luoli went in and knelt down in the hall.

"My son!"

"Daughter in law!"

"Long live my father, long live my emperor, long live

The emperor looked at them faintly, picked up the tea cup on the side and took a sip slowly.

In front of the couple are low head, no communication, especially King Jing's face is gloomy.

"No, get up."

"Thank you, father!"

When she got up, Yan Luoli looked up and saw a gray haired and kind-hearted old man sitting behind the desk full of memorials.

He was drinking tea with a smile. On his face full of years, his eagle like sharp eyes were calm, as if nothing could escape from those eyes.

No matter how many wrinkles there are, the majesty between the eyebrows can't hide the majesty of the emperor.

And it is such a wise and powerful emperor, now appeared decadent state, dark complexion, fundus floating blood, eye socket some depression.

A few days ago, his majesty suddenly fell ill. King Jing was called back to Beijing. The layout of the prince's residence It seems that they are all signals, signals of a race for power.

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