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Familiar footsteps came closer, and then a warm fingertip pressed against the sides of her temple. Zhao Jing didn't open his eyes. He only raised the center of his brows. He was still lying on the soft couch, unmoving.

"The emperor is getting bolder and bolder. Aren't you afraid that an assassin will come in?" The sound of magnetic gravity came from the east.

Zhao Jing's long eyelashes were slightly moved by his breathing. She finally opened her eyes and looked at the handsome face at the top of the bed. She was used to the rough texture of the calluses on his palms. Her fingers that were not yet clear from the east carried a scorching heat that caused her eyelids to quiver.

"Why is the assassin so gentle? And you know how to close the windows? " Zhao Jing closed his eyes again, as if he was completely exhausted.

Dongfang Wenming massaged the center of her brows. He tried his best to slow down his strength so that he wouldn't hurt her. He was different from her. He was a person who trained in the world of the living and killed, someone who was used to seeing the cold wind, frost, and snow. Yet, she was a snowflake cake raised deep in the palace, it was heavy that she could not be taken lightly. Fortunately, he had gotten used to it in the past few years.

"For tomorrow's poetry contest?" he asked.

As soon as Zhao Jing made up his mind, he knew that there was a hint of reproach in his tone. As an Overlord, it was indeed unreasonable for him to stay outside the palace without returning home at night. But for some reason, when she heard his tone, it was as if a thorn had appeared in her heart, giving birth to a rebellious feeling at this age. "I only care about your free time, I don't care about the loneliness in the palace.

Abruptly, she opened her eyes and looked at him, leaning close to his extremely beautiful face, and suddenly blew at his eyelashes. He was not prepared for this, and immediately blinked his eyes, but heard her say through gritted teeth, "Could it be that only the Regional Bureau will light the fire, and no one is allowed to light the lanterns?" These words were about when he had disregarded her wishes and secretly brought her away from the Imperial Palace to Jiangbei Province! Hadn't Jiangbei been surpassed by her for so many days now?

Dongfang Wenming narrowed his eyes at her. He frowned slightly.

Zhao Jing felt somewhat guilty. She vaguely felt the cold and ruthless aura of his body pierce through her skin and suddenly burrow into her heart. Well, it's cold! She subconsciously shook her body, but still raised her proud neck and stared at him, unwilling to be outdone. "What, did Zhen say anything wrong?"

"This subject has only asked one question, but the Emperor seems to be explaining it to this subject!" Dongfang Wenming faintly smiled at her as if he was looking at a joke. His eyes actually contained a bit of a smile. And in Zhao Jing's opinion, this was a true mockery, a mockery of her lack of worth three hundred taels of silver!

"I have no explanation. I have only made my position clear. I will absolutely not accompany you back to the palace tonight. Give up on this thought!" Zhao Jing looked away.

The next moment, Dongfang Wenming abruptly pinched her delicate jaw, forcing her to look him in the eye, "Say it again!"

"I don't care what you say, I will definitely stay here tonight." "Unless you tie me up, I will never go back with you!" Zhao Jing could clearly make out the words between his teeth as he stared at him with sharp eyes.

Dongfang Wenming nodded. He cast a meaningful glance at the bed, "It's big enough!"

"What?" Zhao Jing was stunned for a moment.

"It doesn't matter if the Emperor wants to stay outside. There's no one in the imperial palace that he wants to stay with. But there might be people outside the imperial palace that he's interested in!" After saying that, Dongfang Wenming leisurely walked to the bedside.

Zhao Jing stared at him, not understanding what he was trying to do.

Dongfang Wenming touched the bedding on the bed, testing the softness and hardness of the bed. He frowned slightly, "If I can't make it to the palace, I'll make do!" After that, he waved his hand at Zhao Jing. "Come here!"

"What are you doing?" Zhao Jing pursed his lips and slowly walked over with extreme reluctance. When he arrived in front of Dongfang Wenming, Zhao Jing rolled his eyes. "It's getting late, so I still have to get up early to preside over the poetry contest. If Father Zhong sincerely wants to help me, then keep an eye on him and don't let anyone else interfere with my plans." "Ai ai ai, this is my bed!"

When she heard Zhao Jing's shout, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at him, a look of disdain appearing on her handsome face. "This subject will help the emperor try out this soft and hard bed, not to mention that the fire in this room is not warm enough compared to the fire in the palace. What if the emperor is cold?" The emperor will preside over the poetry contest tomorrow. This subject has already sent people to guard Full Moon Restaurant for four days, so we definitely won't let anyone disturb the emperor's affairs! "

"I don't need you to warm up my bed. I'll just take care of myself. I'll take care of eight young and beautiful women in the backyard!" Zhao Jing stood with his hands behind his back. "Rise, I want to rest in peace!"

However, the next moment, before Zhao Jing could even shout, his waist suddenly tightened. He was lifted up by someone and tossed onto the bed. Soon after, the room became pitch-black. The candles were extinguished, and the room was filled with the scent of burning candles.

The sudden quietness caused Zhao Jing's body to stiffen. All he could hear was the faint sounds of breathing from the east. Her throat couldn't help but tighten. In the darkness, she couldn't clearly see the face of the person beneath her. She could only see a pair of black eyes glowing in the darkness. She had a feeling that he was also staring at her. When their gazes met, her fingertips were already firmly pressed into his arm. The strength was so strong that even she wasn't able to feel it herself.

"The emperor prefers a human mattress?" Below him, the voice from the east, which was filled with an unfathomable magnetic force, sounded a little playful.

Only then did Zhao Jing regain his senses. He immediately turned around and lay beside Dongfang Wenming, doing his best to suppress his breathing. However, this b * stard was currently pinching her wrist. Even though she could hold her breath, she couldn't stop her heart from pounding. Being able to control one's breathing but not one's heartbeat, this was most likely the helplessness of ordinary mortals.

"How does the Emperor know that there are seventeen or eighteen beautiful young women in this subject's backyard?" "Your Majesty personally went to inspect it?" Or is it that the emperor feels unhappy and that he's eating too much? "

Zhao Jing coldly snorted. His face was burning with anger, but he still had to change the topic. "Do you know that a martial general enters the palace to take down an armor?" For Father Zhong to be so close to us, and yet carry around such a weapon like the Face-face Sovereign, are you not afraid that This Emperor mistakenly believes that Father Zhong is going to kill the monarch? "

Dongfang Wenming turned around and looked at her. They stared at each other in the darkness, his warm breath spraying onto her face. "Your Majesty, why do you say that? This subject …" "No weapon!" However, after saying this, Dongfang Wenming began to regret it a bit. He no longer looked at her. His fingertips were still pinching her wrist, as if he was afraid that she would lie!

"Father Zhong is a man who can support both heaven and earth. So what if he has a sharp blade? Since you don't admit it, do you dare to let me search you? " Zhao Jing snorted coldly. Seeing that Dongfang Wenming didn't say anything, he immediately shook off his hand. His hands began to move from Dongfang Wenming's chest to his waist.

All the way down, no, not even a single one …

However, she vaguely remembered the place where the hard object was at. She blinked her eyes in the darkness and her throat tightened. Tightening her eyebrows, her heart skipped a beat as she stared at his bulging chest thoughtfully. His face was burning. Zhao Jing was thinking, "Did something happen to my brain?" This Location... She looked down at her crotch. Carrots?

Below the waist, between the legs...

"So?" Within the darkness, Dongfang's unclear voice clearly carried an unconcealable mute, as if infected by some unknown emotion. "Why isn't the emperor searching anymore?"

Zhao Jing rubbed the center of his brows, keeping silent.

"Your majesty should continue searching. Otherwise, you'll suspect that this subject has a hidden dagger. If you're not careful, you'll end up murdering the Emperor!" Dongfang Wenming humphed twice.

Zhao Jing coughed lightly and lay back down without saying a word. He slowly turned his back to the east and covered himself with the blanket and went to sleep. Although she was a woman and was the emperor in the palace, she was usually only accompanied by Wei Shuge and Zhao Yuannan. Zhao Yuannan was a eunuch, and Wei Shuge was a woman. She would never bring up such a topic.

The most recent contact was two years ago, when Jian Xi was' lucky 'to have met her. However, that didn't mean she was armed. Therefore, Zhao Qing didn't know much about the needs of men. His face burning, Zhao Jing slowly climbed down from the bed and tightly wrapped himself in the quilt. No one had told her that a man's carrot was as hard as iron, causing her to feel pain.

The next moment, Dongfang Cunming pulled her out of bed, "Do you want to suffocate yourself to death?" The back of his hand brushed past her cheek. He could clearly feel the heat coming from Zhao Jing's face.

The temperature of her smooth cheeks was rising sharply. Who said the fire in this house was not warm? Who said there was no warmth in the palace? Zhao Jing's back was covered in sweat. Wasn't it still warm? That was why his mother had said something that was also true: 'I would rather believe that there is a ghost in this world than to believe that mouth of a man!'

"Tonight, my heartache has not broken out. Father Zhong does not need to stay and sleep here!" Her back was to him.

Dongfang Wenming didn't say anything, but Zhao Jing spoke again in a low voice. "Father?"

Behind him, someone was breathing evenly.

Zhao Jing quickly turned around and stared at the man who was pretending to be asleep. She knew he was playing dead, but what could she do? It didn't matter if she pretended to be dead or if she slept. In the end, she was still at the mercy of others. She could only allow herself to be slaughtered by him.

No, there was another way!

Zhao Jing tightly wrapped himself in the blanket, tightly wrapping himself up like a cocoon of silkworm treasure. Not a single bit of it was left to the east. Since he was going to sleep, he might as well sleep and put out the fire in the latter half of the night. Even if he didn't freeze to death, he could still freeze half to death! She only needed to guard her own bedding. Since she had a tenacious heart, she would definitely not be soft-hearted to Dongfang Wenming!

Strangely, Dongfang Wenming didn't move at all, as if he was really asleep! At first, Zhao Jing had been somewhat cautious. However, he had lain down by himself quietly until the latter half of the night. His eyelids could no longer hold up; it was unknown when he would go to sleep. The bed was very warm, as if a fire had been set in place. It made her sleep very comfortably.

However, he had to pay the price for this comfort!

When the sun had risen, Zhao Jing felt a faint burning sensation around his body. It was as if someone was peeling off his skin and hanging it on a branch to dry. The frightening feeling from inside to outside made her abruptly sit up in her sleep. It was one thing if he didn't wake up, but after waking up, Zhao Jing was drenched in cold sweat!

How could this be … Would it be like this?!