It was winter now, but the two of them were wearing cloaks, holding a hand stove in their pockets, then grabbed the kite and flew in the open area.

Whenever Yang Yaoer is fascinated by anything, she will ignore her fatigue and even more so on.

Her fingers were cold and she was completely unaware of anything.

She grabbed the tiger kite and ran all the way. The winter wind whistled, wrapped the kite's wings and started to blew. The kite swayed and flew into the sky, and it was very beautiful in the air.

Xiao Yi is not much better than the three-year-old child in this matter.

He can't fly kites.

It was probably because he was too improper to run, and Xiao Yi could not do it anyway. It was just that the kite was slow to fly, so Xiao Yi's face was not very good-looking. He could always handle anything he did. But flying a kite seemed to stump him.

Yang Yaoer had such a relaxed and happy time. She ran back and forth four or five times, staring at the kite, and her neck was sore when she saw it. As a result, she was stunned and the kite was stuck among the branches of the big tree.

Yang Yaoer was still holding the thread, but she couldn't bear to let go, so she rubbed her neck and turned her head to look at Xiao Yi.

"Emperor." She shouted.

As a result, the emperor was like her, standing there without moving, and having no way to use the kite in his hand.

Yang Yaoer looked at the kite among the branches, then looked at Xiao Yi's that, and finally stared at Xiao Yi's rabbit kite. She decisively loosened the string in her hand and wandered to Xiao Yi's side.

"I'll do it." She said, her face actually smelled eager to try.

Xiao Yi looked at her appearance and was slightly stunned. Then he came to his senses and saw that Yang Yaoer was about to pull the kite out of his hand.

As soon as Xiao Yi pressed his hand, Yang Yaoer couldn't move.

His arm wrapped Yang Yaoer in his arms, and he held the kite string with one hand, but his other hand held Yang Yaoer's hand holding the string.

"Let's go." He said lightly, without any intention of blushing.

Yang Yaoer continued to fly the kite with satisfaction. She really grasped some skills and told her that she would definitely not be able to tell her, but she pulled the thin kite string and let the kite fly up.

But whenever she wanted to run out, she was taken back to her arms by Xiao Yi.

Yang Yaoer felt like she was carrying a big stone and could not take any steps, so she had to give up.

The palace guards and guards surrounding him all lowered their heads tacitly when they saw this scene.

The two of them had tossed for more than half a night. Yang Yaoer was so tired that she was weak and could hardly stand. She couldn't resist. Xiao Yi picked up the man horizontally and stuffed it into the carriage.

He picked up his cloak and wrapped her around, and then he got on the carriage.

"Let's go back."

"yes."

"Kite..." The hat on Yang Yaoer's head fell down, revealing the beautiful face below.

"A precious thing." Xiao Yi said: "I'm holding it."

Yang Yaoer: "Okay...right."

Xiao Yi did what he said, and he really gave the rabbit kite to the palace servants who were attending him and ordered him to set it aside. Then he ordered the guards to take away the tiger kite stuck between the branches and put them away.

Yang Yaoer glanced at her for a few more times before she sat down obediently.

She waited for a long time, but she didn't wait until Xiao Yi spoke again. Yang Yaoer blinked and looked at Xiao Yi and asked, "Where are you going down?"

Xiao Yi said lightly: "Go home and go to bed."

Yang Yaoer covered the loss in her eyes.

Xiao Yi brought her expression into her eyes and said nothing.

This shows that she is not born stupid and is dull in perception of the outside world. But she has just recovered a little bit now, and the emotions and emotions that should have belonged to normal people.

Wait for the carriage to stop outside the gate of Yang's house.

Yang Yaoer was still sitting upright inside, not moving.

Madam Liu said outside: "Girl, it's time for us to get off the carriage."

But Yang Yaoer looked at Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi suddenly remembered something. He walked over and raised the curtain, got off the carriage first, then turned around and reached out to Yang Yaoer, hugged her, and then he returned to the carriage.

Mama Liu was so amused and laughed, and thought to herself that Miss Yang had also learned to "be arrogant by favor".

When Mama Liu and Lian Gui helped Yang Yaoer into the door, the carriage galloped in the other direction and soon disappeared in the night.

Madam Liu suddenly let out a breath.

Yang Yaoer couldn't help but look at her in confusion.

Mama Liu hurriedly smiled and said, "I feel very happy in my heart."

Who would have thought that on the eve of the wedding, the emperor came out of the palace and flew kites with Miss Yang all night in the night. The cloak on his body was cold.

Such behavior is really strange and funny.

But such behavior makes people feel happy from the bottom of their hearts.

Because this shows that the emperor finally has such a hint of popularity...

Perhaps she was very tired, and Yang Yaoer didn't bother to listen to what Mama Liu and Lian Gui said. Her eyes were dizzy and she hurriedly took a shower and washed up, changed into clean and soft clothes, and then lay down in the quilt.

Mama Liu and others were afraid that she would get cold, so they lit carbon and piled up bed quilts at her feet to warm her feet so that the cold would not rise from there.

Yang Yaoer closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.

...

The carriage drove into the palace, and the palace was quiet. Even if there were thousands of insects chirping among the grass and trees, it did not make people feel noisy and lively.

Xiao Yi raised the curtain and looked out.

The shadow of the palace was long and extremely tall on the ground, like a monster lurking in the middle of the night. The high walls and red tiles became baring minions.

Xiao Yi took a look and immediately lowered the curtain.

When Xiao Yi returned to the Xihun Pavilion, he felt a little sticky. He had just played with Yang Yaoer, but he didn't seem to be walking around, but in fact he was sweating all over.

He rarely has such a time.

Even if he was shooting arrows, or practicing other kung fu to strengthen his body, he rarely sweated. At that time, the imperial doctor always said that this was extremely bad.

Xiao Yi was slightly stunned for a moment, and then ordered the palace servants to prepare a hot water bath.

After taking a shower, Xiao Yi slept on the bed in his thin underwear. Because of the cold wind blowing today, Xiao Yi did not dare to use his body to treat him, so he ordered someone to add a thin quilt.

After putting on the quilt, my body quickly became warmer. Xiao Yi closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep. But after sleeping for a long time, he felt that the quilt on his body was a little too warm.

Some sweat gradually oozed out of his forehead.

Xiao Yi's eyes turned slightly, and his eyelids were not lifted.

He actually dreamed again.

The quilt seemed to have turned into a beautiful woman pressing on him.

The beauty was slim and leaned softly against his chest, but for some reason, she always supported his arm, and the thin and white fingers pressed on the muscles of his arm, and then struggled as if she wanted to sit up, or as if she wanted to break free from his arms.

Xiao Yi did the moves that night countless times.

He reached out to hug—

He touched her soft waist.

But she seemed to be scalded and suddenly avoided. She supported his arm and wanted to escape from his arms even more intensely.

Xiao Yi's eyebrows were covered with a layer of gloom, and the corners of his mouth were pursed backwards, looking a little unkind and even extremely cold.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

He reached out and held the other person's waist and wrist tightly.

His palms were extremely strong, and he vaguely saw a bit of fear and pain from her face. No... she never showed such a look. Even if she really hurts, she would only have watery eyes, but she could not bring any complaints in her eyes. She would also say, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

But Xiao Yi still held the other person firmly, and as if he was forced to do it, he deeply impressed every change in his expression into his mind.

He kissed her heavily.

His teeth broke her lips, and he tasted the fishy and sweet taste, but this taste even more fascinated him.

He ravaged her lips hard and kissed her chin and neck.

He calmly brought her emotional changes into his mind one by one.

If her face was even more fearful, his movements would become more rough, as if he wanted to tear her apart.

...Xiao Yi opened his eyes again.

He heard Eunuch Zhao call in his ear: "Emperor, Your Majesty..."

Xiao Yi sat up suddenly.

It's a dream.

Everything is a dream.

But he felt that this time's dream was really real, and he could still vaguely remember the remaining smooth touch of Yang Yaoer under his palm.
To be continued...