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Dongfang Weiming hugged Zhao Jing tightly, completely ignoring the noise outside the door. However, Zhao Jing's heart was thumping wildly. If Zhong Fu barged in and saw her and Dongfang Weiming's posture, it was possible that he would...

Sensing that Zhao Jing was about to struggle free, Dongfang Weiming's expression became even colder. His hand went to her wrist and he knew the surge of emotion in her heart. She had failed to control her heart, which made him very unhappy.

"What's the hurry?" Dongfang Weiming's voice came from the top of his head.

Zhao Jing was startled, and suddenly raised his head and looked at him. The instant their eyes met, she saw the anger in his eyes, cold and unfeeling. She realized that the reason he was angry was probably because of Zhong Fu's impudence. If it were not for his friendship with Jiang Bei, Dongfang Weiming might not be so afraid of Zhong Fu's appearance. Because Dongfang Weiming knew, to Zhao Jing, whether it was in the public or the private, the benefits of Zhong Fu's appearance were greater than the drawbacks!

As a result, Dongfang Weiming was unwilling to let Zhong Fu get too close to him. What he feared the most was Zhao Jing's hopes and hopes for freedom. If one day, his hopes of freedom surpassed his desire for imperial power, then she would completely disappear from his world. Regarding this, Dongfang Weiming had already known about it from the first time he saw her.

"If Zhong Fu comes in and sees us in such a state, he might have to think!" Zhao Jing sat up. She was only wearing her sleeping clothes, so naturally she reached for her outer robes.

Who knew that someone else would be unhappy? He reached out his hands and shoved her back into the blanket, his pincer-like fingers gripping tightly onto Zhao Jing's shoulder, the pain making her face change.

Zhao Jing stared at him, "What are you doing?"

"Do you think that if This King doesn't allow him in, he can come in?" Dongfang Weiming stood up, he stood in the candlelight, and looked at her gloomily. Then, he turned around and stood with his hands behind his back, facing Zhao Jing, "Your majesty, it's not that this subject doesn't want you to meet, but you have to know that Zhong Fu is a Noble Heir of Prince Yu.

"Your subject dares to ask your majesty, if there comes a day when Prince Yu's Mansion revolts and Phoenix City invades, what do you think Zhong Fu will do for you? To help you is unfilial, to not help you is disloyal and disloyal. Your Majesty, it's been the most difficult for you to be loyal and filial since the ancient times. Zhong Changtian's ambition has always been there, and it is not something that the Emperor can avoid just by chance. "

The expression in Zhao Jing's eyes darkened slightly, but she did not speak.

Dongfang Weiming continued, "If we were to take another step back, if Zhong Changtian were to raise his troops, would the emperor kill Zhong Fu as a sacrifice? If they had a relationship and were to make a move, the Emperor would most likely be merciful. At that day, if they wished to return to the beginning, it would truly be a matter of regret. "Does the Emperor still remember what this subject said?"

A buzzing sound came from Zhao Jing's brain as it exploded. The hand under the blanket suddenly clenched into a fist. He had said that the emperor's claim of being alone meant that the emperor had to be alone. It was because of this that her mother had died in that cold and heartless palace, leaving her with one last weakness!

Dongfang Weiming glanced at the door, "The Emperor only needs to say a word, he can enter and this subject will leave immediately! The Emperor has made his own choices, and this subject will not interfere. "

Zhao Jing retracted his gaze and tightly hugged the bedding.

"Does the Emperor understand?" Dongfang Weiming looked at her.

Zhao Jing took a deep breath, "Shuge!"

With that shouted, Wei Shuge entered the door hastily.

"Your majesty?" Wei Shuge's face turned slightly unsightly.

Zhao Jing sat up, his expression cold. "Send Noble Heir back to his Rosy Dawn Hall, without our orders, no one is allowed to release him. If he continues to rely on his relationship with me to do whatever he wants in the palace, I will definitely punish him severely.

Hearing this, Wei Shuge was stunned for a moment, then quickly bowed. "This servant understands!"

When the door closed again, Zhong Fu's curses came from the outside, "Zhao Jing, you are ungrateful, how I treated you before, and how you treated me, have you forgotten all about it? For the sake of our friendship, you said we should punish them severely if they don't lend us any money? Zhao Jing, get the hell out here right now. I want to make this matter clear to you, so you better help me … "

His voice was growing weaker. He must have been taken away by someone.

But when Zhao Jing heard this, he was extremely worried. She did not have many friends, especially in this cold and detached palace. Coming out with Wei Shuge and Zhao Yuannan, she very rarely felt that she was being cared for. Zhong Fu treated her sincerely, she could feel it!

"Feeling unwell in my heart?" Dongfang Weiming's tone of voice was very strange, his speed was very fast, and in a blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of her.

Dongfang Weiming suddenly rushed forward and shrank his body in shock, retreating a few steps.

"The Emperor is afraid?" Dongfang Weiming squinted his dangerous eyes as he placed both his hands on her left and right sides. "Your majesty?" Duan Ling Tian's eyes shone with a cold light as he asked, in a low voice.

Zhao Jing's body stuck closely to the ice-cold wall, and stared unblinkingly at Dongfang Weiming in front of him. This man was as cold as he could be when he was angry. With his hands, he surrounded her in a forbidden area, a forbidden area. Zhao Jing's heart was so stifled that she clenched her blanket tightly, "Dongfang Weiming, do you want to look in the mirror and see just how terrifying you are? When you went onto the battlefield to kill your enemies, did you have such a look on your face? "

Dongfang Weiming tensed up, "Did the Emperor put himself in this official's enemy's position?"

"It was the Uncle who placed us in that position, wasn't it?" Zhao Jing clenched his teeth, suddenly his body leaned forward and immediately grabbed Dongfang Weiming. Her body hung in the air, looking as if she was about to eat her own flesh. Looking at it up close, the veins on her neck bulged, and her warm breath gushed out onto his face. At that moment, Zhao Jing really wanted to bite him to death.

"When this official goes into battle to kill the enemy, he will never give them any chance." He snatched up her delicate jaw and suddenly caught her lip.

Zhao Jing widened his eyes in shock. In his blurry vision, he saw a blurry face. The only thing that was clear was the rolling on his lips, which he bit down on with revenge. He was taking revenge on her, punishing her. Zhao Jing felt that he was about to suffocate, he was continuously stripping her of the air in her mouth, the last breath in her chest was completely sucked out by him, Zhao Jing felt that he was about to die!

Finally, the air returned to his mouth. Zhao Jing panted heavily, staring at the man who was pressing down on him, "Eastern, Dongfang Weiming, you, you are too much! This life of mine is yours, but I have never promised you that I can do whatever I want! "

Me?

Dongfang Weiming was very satisfied, only then did he look like a living person in a rush.

"When you're not talking, you look like someone who doesn't care about the world." Dongfang Weiming slightly raised the corner of her lips, caressing the hair on her face, her gaze suddenly became incomparably gentle, "If you say it, then it's vulgar! This official is not a common person, but this official likes ordinary people. "The Emperor likes freedom, and this subject has also given him enough freedom. What else is there that the Emperor isn't satisfied with?"

His fingertip caressed her red and swollen lips, "One cannot be greedy, but so what if you kill with your bare hands? Your majesty, it's not time for you to handle life and death. If you start acting emotionally now, how can you talk about great things? "

"Dongfang Weiming!" Zhao Jing sneered, then suddenly opened his mouth and bit down on his finger.

Dongfang Weiming did not say anything, but laughed instead. The way she resisted allowed his suspenseful heart to slowly calm down.

"Don't think I will forgive you just because you give me a bite!" Zhao Jing clenched his teeth, his mouth still reeking of blood. His fingers were bleeding from her bite. They were clear teeth marks that dripped blood. The sight of it was enough to make him flustered.

"This subject has no intention of getting His Majesty's forgiveness. Ever since this subject sent His Majesty to this position, this subject knows that His Majesty will never forgive this subject again. The Empress Dowager's death, the Emperor's poison, this subject either participated in it or did it personally. But the Emperor couldn't do anything about it, could he? " Dongfang Weiming turned around, laid down beside Zhao Jing, and pulled her into his embrace, "One day, if the emperor can personally take back the power of this subject, then the emperor can kill this humble subject justifiably. "Otherwise, the emperor will bear with it. After all, once this subject closes his eyes, the tens of thousands of Imperial Guards under his command, as well as the hundred thousand soldiers at the border, and all of the old tribes …"

Zhao Jing stared at him, but could not refute him.

He touched her face. "Sleep well!"

Zhao Jing closed his eyes, "Dongfang Weiming, you know everything, why did you keep me?"

"Because I'm not afraid!" Dongfang Weiming exhaled a long breath, "This subject is confident that he can hold you! Zhao Jing, you are the emperor in front of outsiders, but here … You belong to me alone! Your life, I gave it to you, so... "Don't let your thoughts run wild."

"You will regret it!" Zhao Jing cupped his hands across his chest and found a comfortable place to lie down, "Dongfang Weiming, your life is also mine!"

He smiled and looked at the flickering candle light. Regret? Actually, I've already regretted it. It's just that you didn't know. From the first moment you saw it, from the moment you put on the dragon robe … The first time I kissed you...

The wind and snow blew against the windows and on the roof, causing a slight sound of shattering. Accompanying the crackling and crackling of the sparks in the room, a warm and cozy feeling arose within him. It was extremely similar … The warmth of home.

Dongfang Weiming hugged the person in his arms tightly and subconsciously laughed.

Zhao Jing was very sleepy, and when Dongfang Weiming left, Zhao Jing did not wake up either. The year before last, had been very busy, and whatever it was, it was no longer important. During the banquet last year, Zhao Jing met Zhong Fu. The way he looked was the same as when he was in Jiangbei.

However, Zhong Fu was not truly angry, he was just trying to take advantage of his anger to say a few words to Zhao Jing. But Zhao Jing just winked at him and followed along, angering Zhong Fu to the point that he jumped up and down. But he could do nothing about it, Dongfang Weiming had sent heavy soldiers to surround Rosy Dawn Hall, so there were always people following him wherever he went, so it was impossible for Zhong Fu to see him.

After the end of the year, the court began discussing the expansion of the imperial harem.

Taking advantage of the Spring Festival, Zhao Jing slipped away again.

The Spring Lantern Festival was very lively in the capital. Every street was filled with lanterns, and the bustling scene made Zhao Jing's eyes slightly red. She was dressed in plain clothes as she stood on the street. She thought back to when she was young, when she was with her master and the Big Brother Yue, hanging lanterns on the Four Ming Mountain. The lanterns were still there, but the people around him were no longer there!

"Shuge, buy me a flower lantern, the kind that belongs to a little rabbit! And also a string of candied fruits, no, two! " Zhao Jing smiled meaningfully.

Wei Shuge was stunned, why is the emperor suddenly so strange?