The sickly gentleman's smile was terrifyingly gentle.

Mei Xueyi felt that he sincerely believed that killing her was for her good-after he died, he would no longer be afraid, but would sleep peacefully and peacefully forever.

This person's thoughts are really distorted and fresh and refined, even better than magic repairs.

Mei Xueyi glanced at him faintly: "With the king, every moment, I am happy. Without the king, I don't want to die."

His morbid expression that he was about to kill someone froze slightly, and his muscles twitched slightly under the corners of his narrow eyes.

After a long silence, he suddenly said, "Do you want to die together?"

Mei Xueyi almost blurted out ‘please first’.

When the words came to her lips, she rolled, and the slender jade fingers fell into his half-open skirt, touching his cold and hard body, she groaned: "You must be with the king if you die."

He was dazed for a moment, and smiled blankly: "That kind of thing won't happen. It's not early, and the queen should be ready to go back."

The finger holding her chin slid onto her cheek, stroking it twice, and then leaning over, the unique voice sounded in her ears lowly: "In front of others, you should call the lonely Majesty the King, not Majesty. It’s fun in your boudoir, you don’t have to let others know."

Mei Xueyi: "?"

Mei Xueyi: "!"

He called her the queen. Isn't she right to call him the king? Wouldn't he think that she called him the king literally?

Mei Xueyi took a breath, and her forehead jumped with pain.

He got up with a dumb smile, held her snowy shoulder, and lifted her up.

"I dress for the queen alone."

Mei Xueyi's eyebrows moved slightly, she smiled shyly, stretched out her hand to hold his belt, and followed him to the makeup mirror.

He helped her to sit down, moving gently, and the traces of blue and red that he had made last night were not hurt by him in any part.

Mei Xueyi calmed down, raising her eyes and looking into the mirror.

Fanjie’s makeup mirror was a bronze mirror, and the yellowed mirror showed a stunning face.

Having been in the fairyland for many years, Mei Xueyi had never seen a more beautiful woman than the one in front of her.

Everything is born just right, any powder will only tarnish her color. Huarongyue looks like this.

If you only talk about the appearance of the skin, the world is worthy of this face, and only the King of Guards behind him.

She didn't show a semi-different color, but calmly stared at herself in the mirror, observing him calmly by the way.

He took out the daisy pen of the thrush very skillfully.

"The queen looks like a natural face, no need for carving. However, Gu likes to leave her own marks on the queen." The voice was low and hoarse, sultry, "Deep, shallow?"

A column of daisy pens is embedded in the golden velvet. From the left, it is light gray with light dark clouds. From left to right, it gradually transitions to the thick and dark black of night.

Mei Xueyi picked a pen with the roundest tip.

No way, she had to guard against this pervert and pierced her eyes with an eyebrow pencil.

The depth is second.

The cold fingertips gently raised her chin.

The unparalleled handsome face leaned forward, his breath was slightly cold, with the special faint fragrance in his body, intertwined with her breath.

She couldn't help but think to herself: ‘It’s also rare that people who are chronically ill are incense. ’

His eyes are extremely focused, with a pen in his hand, and his movements are extremely skillful, but after a dozen breaths, he can draw the tip of the tail. He held back a cough and threw his eyebrows for her, making the last stroke, suddenly turned his face to the side, coughing heavily and gasping for several times.

After holding his breath, he put down the pen and turned her face to the bronze mirror.

"How?" The voice was completely dumb.

The long eyebrows are perfect.

Last night was her and his first night. So, is he the thrush skill that he has trained on other women?

She frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable.

It has nothing to do with love, just monopolization. The core of the cultivation of the devil's way and the ghost's way is the word'holding'.

Her things will never allow others to get involved.

Even if you want to make him a puppet in the future, it must be clean, only the puppet you have touched.

"Don't like it?" He tilted his head, looked at her eyebrows left and right, took the wet cloth from the jade shelf, and wiped off the eyebrows he had just drawn in twos or twos. "It's okay, redraw."

He glanced across the row of pens, he picked out the one that he had just used, squeezed it into crumbs, and cleaned his fingers in the jade basin.

Mei Xueyi: "..." This faint gentleman is a bit naive.

"Come on, pick again." He was full of interest.

Mei Xueyi picked up the second round pen.

He stared at the eyebrow pencil weirdly for a while, saw through her mind, and couldn't help letting out a low grin: "It won't hurt you."

"Naturally, your Majesty has been on the battlefield and has proficient skills." Mei Xueyi said half-truth.

He was startled slightly, his Adam's apple rolled around fiercely, and his voice became darker: "It's you alone."

Ah.

Believe him to be a ghost.

After drawing his eyebrows, he took the fat, dipped it with his fingertips, and gently printed her lips little by little.

His eyes became trance, as if he was reminiscing about the past, reminiscing about someone.

"Your Majesty is distracted, thinking about others." She stretched her tone, her lips opened and closed, as if kissing his fingers, "No."

After a pause, he laughed.

Hei Miao stared at her closely: "In order to succeed and Shen Xiuzhu's private escape, I would not hesitate to use beauty tricks to paralyze the lonely. It doesn’t matter, whether it’s feigning or feigning, even if it’s a stab in the back, as long as you give it, I’ll be lonely. Take it! It’s just that, since you want to play beautiful tricks, why not be more sincere?"

The smile on the lips widened, and the eyes quickly darkened.

He picked her up and sat down on the dressing table.

He leaned forward, bowed, and rudely ate the fat that had just been touched on her lips with his own hands.

Qing Luo's shirt was torn down in half, and a cold bronze mirror was attached to her back, which aroused a shudder.

The skirt is rolled up and stacked on the dressing table.

As he invaded, he pressed against her auricle and said in a mute voice: "You are looking forward to being robbed by Shen Xiuzhu halfway, staying with him and flying with him, right?"

The queen who robbed the door halfway? She originally thought that the wild man Shen Xiuzhu was just climbing a wall, or pretending to be a small servant to meet each other, but she didn't expect it to be so vigorous.

Mei Xueyi was stunned: "What?"

He suddenly exerted force, and she slammed into the bronze mirror, exhaling half a vibrato.

He squinted his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips sneered: "You have received the news that today Shen Xiuzhu will lead someone to pretend to be an assassin from the Jinling Kingdom to rob you and take you far and high. I am very happy, right? In order to leave the palace smoothly, I will not hesitate to commit myself to me. Lie to me and seduce me."

Mei Xueyi: "...No, it's not."

His actions were even more presumptuous, holding her five fingers, pressing her hands on the bronze mirror, and said in hate, "Innocent Queen, you have been cheated! The one who came to rob you today is not a Jinling person who is pretending to be Shen Xiuzhu. , But the real Jinling people. Someone cheated you out of the palace under the guise of Shen Xiuzhu and wanted to kill you."

Mei Xueyi: "..."

She opened her mouth to plead, but he took the opportunity to catch her slightly opened lips and kiss them thoroughly.

He is skilled in kissing and is by no means an innocent boy.

Even if he has no affection for him, his heart is itchy when he is hooked.

Not to mention that he is still doing two things at the moment, causing the bronze mirror behind her to make waves of metal trembling.

This body is too delicate, tears ooze out of the corners of his eyes unknowingly, and he can't breathe at all.

She felt that she would be crushed easily by him, and then melted into the water like the extremely delicate Dai pen just now.

After finally waiting for him to let go of her lips and focus on her slender neck, she said intermittently: "Since this is the case, why do you want me to see Shen Xiuzhu?"

He sniffed her breath lightly, and then said after a while: "You and him, will meet. The lonely person tells him the news, he will come to save you, so you won't see it."

Mei Xueyi: "..."

"The lone will kill him and the people of Jinling." His breath and hoarse voice fell in her ears, "No matter who wants to harm you, the lone will let him die."

Mei Xueyi: "..."

He tilted his head and looked at the golden hourglass in the temple. Although he was not happy, he still hugged her from the dressing table.

"The hour is coming." He touched her cheek with his lips, his tone was sullen, "Don't be afraid of anything, just go and look at you alone."

Mei Xueyi felt like a lively bait. He opened the net and waited for the fish to take the bait.

"It's my close servant who is colluding with outsiders to harm me, right?" She thought of the ghost she saw last night.

"Yes!" He nodded indifferently, "I don't know if she died. When you go back to the palace, the lone person will wash her clean and send her over. You can interrogate by yourself."

Mei Xueyi: "..." I'm afraid there is no trial.

She looked at him aggrievedly: "Since you know that the maidservant is uneasy and kind, why do you still believe her? What do you think Shen Xiuzhu and I have?"

He stretched out his finger, touched her cheek, and said softly, "You and Shen Xiuzhu, the son of Dingguo, have a marriage contract since you were young. They grew up together with their childhood sweethearts, and never thought that the lonely fell in love with you at first sight, forcibly Take you into the palace... Do you think you should have something with him?"

Mei Xueyi was stunned: "..."

To death, what is this bully story?Knowing this, she was struggling to throw something.

It turns out that Shen Xiuzhu is not a savage man, he is a savage man.

Today's matter is probably his design. He wanted to use this incident to accuse Shen Xiuzhu of collaborating with the enemy and treason, right?Sure enough, Hunjun not only has to be extravagant, but also to harm Zhongliang.

Putting it in the script, the end must be uncomfortable, and it will be cursed by thousands of people after death.

Maybe it was because her eyes were too disgusting, he stared at her and laughed slowly.

"Everything I do alone is for you. You just believe me."

With that said, a big hand has quietly stroked her neck, whether it was tenderness or her life, only between his thoughts.

Mei Xueyi nodded without love, "I believe in your Majesty."

He smiled: "Go and see Shen Xiuzhu for the last time."

She understood that this fainted monarch had a black heart, and was more evil than the man in the magic way.

Between her and him, one will die sooner or later!