Chapter 296 The Empress Dowager (23)

   promised to embroider a sachet for Shiyou, and when he returned to the palace in the afternoon, Su Xian "embroidered heart" and was eager to try it.

  Linglong gave advice from the side: "The slave will get Su Zhengjun a needle and thread and an embroidery shed. Does Su Zhengjun want to embroider a parallel lotus or a mandarin duck playing in the water?"

  Su Xian thought that what Su Huaijing embroidered was Bing Dilian, so he didn't want to embroider the same thing.

  The sachet is a token of love between men and women nowadays.

   "The mandarin ducks play in the water."

   When Shiyou entered the door from the outside, Su Xian was embroidering sachets under the lamp.

  The young man was wearing a white lingerie, sitting cross-legged on the couch, his black hair loosely scattered, and the warm yellow candlelight sprinkled on him, giving off a good taste of the quiet years.

   A stitch rises, a thread falls, and the thin thread runs through the fingertips, but it is still decent, holding a virtuous and virtuous appearance.

  Suddenly, Su Xian let out a "hiss" in pain and was stabbed by a needle again.

   He frowned, but the movement of his hands didn't stop. Anyway, it wasn't the first time that he had been pricked, and he was numb when he was pricked.

   This little injury doesn't hurt at all!

   Until I heard footsteps beside my ears.

   He raised his eyes subconsciously, and when he saw Shiyou, his clear eyes sparkled with joy, "Your Highness, you are back."

   Shiyou walked straight to him and stood still, lowered his eyes and landed on his hand, with a serious tone: "You don't know how to stop when your hand is stuck?"

   Seeing Shi You pick up his embroidery shed and look at it, Su Xian stared nervously at her reaction.

   "Your Highness, it's my first time making a sachet...a bit ugly."

   His handsome face was slightly red, and his slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed his nervousness.

   Shiyou hurriedly shook his head and waved his hand, "It's not ugly, it's not ugly, it's so pretty."

   Shiyou carefully identified what he embroidered.

  Although he embroidered a mandarin duck that was not like a chicken, not like a duck and not like a goose.

   But as long as it is given to me by my husband, it is the best!

   is also her favorite!

   "Yeah." Su Xian deserved to be calm, but the corners of his mouth were raised, and his heart was filled with sweetness.

   He liked that His Highness opened his eyes and talked nonsense in order to coax him.

   He still knows what kind of embroidery he will embroider.

   "It will take a day or two to finish the embroidery."

   "Well, I'm not in a hurry."

   Shiyou put the embroidery shed aside, picked up his hand and looked at it carefully: "Does it hurt if you get stuck with a needle?"

  Su Xian rolled his eyes, pursed his lips lightly, and said coquettishly, "It hurts...but His Highness blows me...it won't hurt..."

   Shi You obediently held up his hand and pouted to him.

  Su Xian stared at her exhaling mouth, he said without shame, "Your Highness, I want to kiss."

   Shiyou: "..."

  Su Xian used to think that he was not serious about desire, but now he realizes it, but he just didn't meet the right person.

  If he meets the right person, not to mention that she doesn't seduce him, even if she gets a little closer to him, he can't resist, so he has to catch him.

   Before Shiyou agreed, Su Xian came up and licked her lips. Shiyou was so shocked that he swallowed all the remaining words and stared at him with round eyes.

   After that, Shiyou had no chance to speak, except for a few soft hums.

   After a long time, the couch gradually became quiet.

The next day, Shiyou woke up, rubbing her sore waist, lying on the bedding with a blushing face, recalling the someone who was entangling her on the couch yesterday, she couldn't help but sighed in a low voice, her body might really not be able to, or make up for it. Make it up, or you can't stand it...

   When I woke up early in the morning, Shiyou knew that her marriage leave was over.

   I have to go to the morning morning every day from now on.

   I really got up earlier than chickens...

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   Above the court hall.

   "Why didn't Sir Sikong come... Do you know what happened?"

"I do not know……"

   "I haven't seen her in Hualou for several days..."

   Before the queen arrived, some bureaucrats began to whisper.

   "Does the emperor know where Sir Sikong went?" Yan Qingqing asked meaningfully.

   "I don't know." Shiyou yawned, looking like he was overindulging, and the answer was very perfunctory.

   Lord Sikong has already reported to the Hall of Kings of Hell.

   But can I tell you, obviously not! !

   Occasionally, there is no time to break the chapter and it will be co-authored. There is no overcharge, and it is charged according to the number of words. The previous chapter added some small details, but you can go back and look at it, and it has increased from 2000 words to 2400 words.

   New day, ask for tickets, love you

  

  

   (end of this chapter)