Yan Song bowed his head: "Yes, Your Majesty has a token that gives me free access to the palace gate."

She talked softly and chuckled: "Are you okay?"

He also wanted to hear her talk about the relationship with the emperor, but she had already turned her head, and his heart fluttered, and he couldn't even tell what the emotion was: "Very good."

"Last time you were in a coma, I was so scared that I didn't dare to see you for a long time. Hearing your Majesty said that your blood was lost. I think it was too much that day and I always wanted to say sorry to you."

Naranmo: ...

Is he losing blood?

Is he losing blood?

What does she mean?

Does that mean he can't do that?

He clenched her hand subconsciously: "Loss of blood?"

Yange seemed to be unaware of the danger in his words, and said with a smile: "Yeah, Your Majesty is distressed, saying that you are ill, and a lot of things have been piled up for him to deal with. He wonders why a person like you can lose blood and blood. , I suspect you have countless beauties in Fuzhong, and be a groom every night. "

Nalan Mo: ... this emperor, how did he think about him?

However, her voice was clear and vivid. When she smiled and spoke, it sounded like a jingling wind bell.

In his mind, she became her voice again and again.

Her voice is really nice.

She shook his hand: "Are there any beauties in your house?"

He busy said, "None of them."

After a pause, he whispered, "My soulful beauty is by my side at this moment. There is no one but this one!"

She giggled, and the laughter was so brisk, it was as if he had made a funny joke.

The next moment, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her face closer to him.

She also had a bucket bucket on her face, and a thin black veil was stuck on her face, and also on his face.

Through a layer of black veil, he collided with her gaze.

She stomped her feet, her lips slowly moving up and touching his lips.

The black gauze was rough, but her lips were soft and moist.

His hand was involuntarily pressed against the back of her head, and even if she could not touch it deeply, he didn't want her to leave.

"Master," she whispered softly, "I'm afraid of the sun. Is there a sedan chair?"

When talking like this, her lips were on his lips, like feathers flicking, itching and tingling, making his thirst really worse.

He has never been a lover of beauty, nor is he a man who will be dominated by women.

But from the moment she saw her, all his thoughts seemed to be affected by her.

There was only her left in her eyes.

Still she took a step back and kept his distance, and he said, "Yes."

He is not well, and wherever he goes, the sedan follows.

He shouted around the seemingly nobody: "Yang Lu."

As soon as the words came down, four people immediately carried a soft car and walked out under the shade of a tree.

Yange took Nalanmo's hand and walked towards the sedan chair.

Opening the car curtain and whispering to him, "This car is very spacious. We squeezed it together."

The four bearers were used to Nalan Mo. Although they all looked down as if they were rooted in wood, they could not help but be surprised when they heard the words.

Adults have a clean habit from small to large. Because of his weak body, all his utensils have been washed numerous times. This woman's words are really bold.

They thought that the Lord would refuse.

Unexpectedly, their high-ranking adults, they whispered, "Okay."