The host of the last life, she did not survive the battle of Yuan Jingdi Ningwu, and died of an old illness early.

But this old disease is more because of ineffective treatment.

The host is angry with Emperor Yuan Jing, but this is not much. The host, from beginning to end, is a woman with a clear mind. She knows what she wants and also understands what Yuan Jingdi wants.

Yan Song looked up and smiled at Zhao Zimo.

His own brother, Zhao Zimo, knew better about Yuan Jingdi's temperament, the clearer he became, the more guilt he felt towards the woman in front of him.

When he laughed at her, he felt more uncomfortable, his fingers moved slightly, and he said, "Imperial, you are a woman, you ..."

You should have been pampered in a deep boudoir.

But he couldn't say this, she interrupted him with a long smile: "What about women, fight the Quartet, stand in the temple, I have done all this."

Her voice was loud, the pride in her eyebrows was stunned, and the current flowing through her eyes seemed to soften the arrogance of her body.

She smiled, not fascinating, but seemed to be more intriguing than any woman.

He froze slightly.

I heard her sigh again and again: "Last time, this time His Majesty kissed him, and his life tied the whole world. This time I must follow him. After this last time, there will be no song in the world. "

What she said seemed to assure him.

It was as if he forced her to make a choice.

He was a little blocked, but had nothing to say.

The incense in the ash oven on the couch next to her was burned out at this time, and she waved at him: "Time is up, can you bother the wise king to pull out these pins on my back?"

"can!"

He got up and slowly approached.

Her eyes dodged again and again, and eventually fell on her back.

He had seen her back five years ago.

At that time, although the scars on her back were staggered, it was not as it is now, and there was almost nothing intact on the entire back.

The needles on her back were in several acupoints, densely packed, and meandering from the shoulder bone to the groin of her waist. Even if she was more powerful, the woman's delicate curve was still essentially different from the man's.

He helped her pull the needles one by one, telling him over and over again, but his eyes seemed to stick to her back, and he couldn't move them.

The last needle was pulled out, and his fingertips touched the latest scar on her waist.

"It's ugly." Yan Song didn't look back. She got up with her back to him and walked a few screens on one side. "When I return from my expedition with Her Majesty, I will find an artist and help me Draw a big phoenix on your back, lest others be scared when they see these scars. "

She was talking to others, but King Yin thought of his brother.

She is his emperor, the queen of Zhao Guo. Sooner or later, she will become the woman of the emperor.

Her back can only be seen by the emperor.

As soon as the thought came out, he didn't know what was going on, but his tongue was a little bit bitter. "You, aren't you going to tell your emperor about yourself? Xu, Xu ...

Yange interrupted him: "This is a secret between me and you, I will not tell anyone, I hope you will not tell anyone."

He heard this, and there was an inexplicable joy and contentment.

This is the secret between him and her, only the two of them know the secret.

He didn't even know his brother.