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Chapter 38
The night slowly chased into the other courtyard, like a huge piece of black cloth, blocking all the light, leaving nothing, even with the cold wind blowing from the forest was dark and silent.
Tang Zhuozhao felt that the man was a little abnormal, and he couldn't see what his expression was, so he inevitably beat a drum in his heart.
"is your Highness angry?" She was so delicate and small that she was hugged by him on the ottoman. She turned around and asked him, and immediately murmured in some chagrin: "it's my concubine who has misbehaved. I shouldn't have gone out today."
Huoqiu let her go and stood up slowly. Leng Yi's face still showed no change, but the hand hanging on one side shook it and loosened it, and avoided talking about her question. "who said it was waiting for solitude this evening?"
Tang Zuozhao flushed, and the color in her foggy apricot eyes flowed. She lowered her eyes and said slightly angrily, "talk to your Highness about business."
Then he said, "I thought your Highness would not reply tonight."
Huo Qiu nodded gently, her cold black robe almost integrated with the night outside, and only the voice was still a little warm: "the orphan was called back by Jiaojiao after she hadn't returned all night, and if she didn't come back, wouldn't Jiaojiao have to be so angry that her chest hurts again?"
This little spoiled bag can only cry out pain day by day, which clearly makes others feel so angry that it hurts their hearts and livers.
His voice was so spoiled that Tang Zhuozhao stretched out his delicate palm to cover his face, peeked at him through his fingers, and then nodded heavily and said, "it will hurt."
Huo Qiu laughed and told Li Desheng, "stay at the Youqu Pavilion alone tonight and bring over the notes that you have to deal with."
He won't let go of such a seductive little thing tonight.
Tang Zhuozhao did not go too far, and after a change of mind, he dillydally to Huo Qiu's side, her slender white fingers rubbing the center of her eyebrows, and the charming beauty suddenly had a touch of Xizi's admiring tenderness.
She groaned painfully and peeked at the man's face in a low and weak voice: "the concubine has a headache."
Huoqiu raised her eyebrow slightly, looked at the woman in front of her, and said for a while, "do you want to drink medicine again?"
Tang Zhuozhao slyly put down the wide sleeves to cover her face, and the silver thread on her dress was shining. She twisted a piece of plum blossom cake into her mouth like peach blossom, and said vaguely with a bulging cheek, "it's just that I'm a little hungry, so your Highness doesn't have to worry."
Huoqiu smiled faintly in her eyes, showing that the whole person was a little softer, the woman's waist was slender and the apricot eyes were as clear as water, but she was overshadowed by the conspicuous little peanut in the corner of the eye.
Huoqiu's eyes suddenly darkened a little, and a string of flames lit up in it.
It was extremely cold in winter that year, and the little girl was wearing a white and red jacket, and the snow-white fluff made her face very white and beautiful, but she accidentally fell into the lake.
He had been pure and abstinent for so long, and after rescuing people that day, he was drenched and cold, but his heart beat ridiculously fast. The little girl was trembling in a coma, her lips so purple with cold that she could not keep her eyes open, but her hands clutched the clothes on his chest and trembled.
He could not do anything heroic to save beauty. He put people in the cabinet and attracted the wife who waited on her and went back to the palace. No one knew about such a thing, and he no longer paid attention to Tang Zhuozhuo.
Just a woman. Even a woman who dreams frequently, even if she still keeps the piece of jade that fell from her, it can't shake him Huoqiu at all.
But the feelings that have been repressed for a long time burst out in hindsight when saw her again, unstoppable.
Every night was like a dream with tearful eyes, and it was another midnight dream. Huo Qiu stayed all night, and then asked the woman something about the woman with a cold face, and naturally knew Wang Yi.
He has the idea of plunder!
A man like Wang Yi can't protect her.
After so much thought, the two of them quarreled countless times, but in the end she said that she fell in love with each other, which was simply ridiculous!
Tang Zhuozhao was somewhat uncomfortable by Huo Qiu. She moved her body, but Huo Qiu caught her waist fiercely. The man's body was hot, approaching with a burning temperature. She blinked to ask and saw his long index finger caress the peach blossom in the corner of her eye.
She shrank slightly, met his eyes and explained somewhat sheepishly, "this is the color that my concubine made when she ran over the flower juice and added paint when she was bored. How does your Highness feel that it is appropriate to draw it in the corner of her eye?"
Huoqiu smiled slowly, her eyes were hot, and said, "very good."
More than fit? It's fascinating.
The cool breeze rustled, the windows rattled outside, the red candles in the room swayed, the cold fragrance spread slowly, and the gloomy boredom of Tang's burning heart slowly dissipated with Huo Qiu's attitude.
Luckily, he believed her.
Her hands were soft and boneless, gently tugged at his wide sleeves, frowned and asked, "does the Linglong Pavilion belong to your Highness?"
Huo Qiu put aside another long speech with the action in her hand, and asked inadvertently, "Why did you say that?"
Seeing the change of his look in the fundus, Tang Zhuozhao had a grain of fructose in his mouth, his eyes bent shallowly into the shape of a crescent moon, but his body tilted in Huoqiu's arms as if he were drunk.
Huo Qiu moved his body and hugged her, and he saw her side smiling. The silver bell at his feet rang softly with the movement, and it was clear to his ears. He felt helpless and wanted to speak, so he raised his chin slightly and frivolously with her delicate fingers.
"how decent is it to be so coquettish and presumptuous?" His face was gloomy, but his tone was not angry. Tang Zhuozhao used to climb up the pole, rubbing his green stubble with his soft fingers and turning round and round, forcing the man to raise his chin slightly and tighten his abdomen.
"your Highness doesn't like it?" Tang Zhuozhao exhaled like blue whispering in his ear, and he slowly stopped his hand in a delicate manner, but was grasped by Huo Qiu.
"still want to play?" His eyes lived up to the cold of the past, and an inch fell on her extremely charming face. "are you going to settle all the bills you've provoked earlier?"
Tang Zhuozhao had a fierce meal with his little hands, then suddenly smiled and lit Huo Qiu's chest, and the feeling of crisp numbness came to his heart. Huo Qiu's voice was low and hoarse, and her long fingers tapped on the long table. She looked at a pile of unopened plays and raised eyebrows: "would you like to play with Jiaojiao first, or do political affairs first?"
With a little starlight in Tang Zhuo's eyes, she got up and slowly withdrew from the man's arms. The veil embroidered with plum blossom patterns seemed to brush the tip of Huo Qiu's nose with a faint fragrance, but the delicate female voice was a little far away: "my concubine is going to take a bath, and your Highness will just concentrate on political affairs."
Not outside than in the palace, she wanted to take a bath instead of a hot spring pool, but put the long-burnt Scald into the bathtub, but Rao was like this. Tang Zhuozhao sighed lowly.
As the heat steamed, her body was immersed in the water, and her eyes gradually blurred. Anxia and Zihuan stood on both sides, with a basket of flowers full of petals in their hands.
"Madame, your Highness is so attentive to you that she cares about everything, and even the porridge cooked in the morning is specially ordered." The joy in Anxia's voice was undisguised, and a handful of rose petals were sprinkled in his hand.
Tang Zhuozhao closed his eyes and did not speak, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and the scene in the dream seemed to appear in front of him, especially Wang Yi's ferocious expression and his words.
The more she thought about it, the more wrong it became, and she exhaled gently, wondering.
Since she can be reborn, it is possible that the content of the dream is not just a nothingness.
The cool breeze of the summer night moved slightly, and when she stood up from the bathtub and put on her clothes, a few drops of water on her delicate and white shoulders slid all the way and disappeared under her calves.
Tang Zhuozhang had some idea of what would happen next. He had never touched anyone since she was reborn for a month or two, and he had held it for so long that she was frightened by the darkness of his eyes today.
The memory of the wedding night is really not beautiful, but as long as think of him holding other women in all kinds of tenderness and softening his eyebrows, he will frown for a long time.
Not to mention the past, at least she is his wife now.
Huo Qiu sat on the outside of the screen, her deep eyes dark as ink, and she didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't read a word of the notes in her hands.
The word he hated most was Wang Yi, especially when it appeared in Tang Zhuozhao's mouth, which made him gritted his teeth and couldn't sleep. It was really a bloody thorn in his heart.
This thorn, he originally thought it would be stuck in his heart for a lifetime, but today, she pulled it out gently and skillfully, in a reckless way, like a piece of ginger candy into her throat, and the taste that flowed into her stomach was spicy and sweet.
Especially today, he doesn't have the slightest regret in his heart, or even enjoys it.
The gentle footsteps approached, and the cold fragrance unique to the little woman curled away. Huoqiu took a sip of the tea on the table, and with an unfinished smile in the fundus of her eyes, the light of her eyes darkened when she looked up and saw her.
Tang Zhuozhao only put on a tulle, the fragrant shoulder half exposed to cover, smooth green hair loose bundle, a few strands of black hair fell on the corner of the mouth face, the most eye-catching is the corner of the eye that burning peony, seductive with a deep temptation.
As if noticing his eyes, Tang's burning index finger curled his long hair and pulled the tulle over his shoulder, but he could not cover anything at all. "my concubine said to Huo Qiu that this one was not good-looking, so I should have chosen the pink one."
Huoqiu slowly rose to her feet, and Tang Huozhuo bent the corner of her mouth and walked up to him. The petite figure came out of his chest and said, "but your Highness likes it very much."
Whether you like it or not, you can see at a glance that the man's mind is bright in front of his eyes, and there is no need to guess.
Tang Zhuozhao felt a little guilty, so provoking that the man would not spare her at night.
Huo Qiu's voice was low and hoarse, like a guzheng string pressed very tightly.
"Gu Huan is very happy." His eyes swept like a hot flame over her delicate skin, then he laughed heavily and picked her up, causing a tiny cry of surprise from Tang.
He fell with his hand, and the mantle of the bed flew like a butterfly, falling gently and slowly.
Tang Zhuozhao was trapped between his sturdy arms, with soft mattresses behind him, and a cold man in front of her eyes. She bent her eyebrows, turned her hands all the way down, and finally fumbled to his waist, then slowly hooked his belt and winked her eyes like silk.
Huo Qiu he had seen her so voluptuous, and his eyes flushed with irritation for a moment. He raised his chin slightly, let out a low sigh in his heart, and finally warned her again: "it's getting more presumptuous!"
In response to his words, is a pair of apricot eyes full of spring water, the owner of the eyes jade hands to support the cheeks, Jiaojiao quietly soft to the bone.
This is a leprechaun from a junior college student who captivates his soul!