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It's night.

The empress was reluctant to return to the palace of Yangxin Palace.

She hesitated in front of the door for a long time and sighed. Today, she suppressed the fans of Xiaoyao and Xiaoyao, which was a happy event for her.

But now facing a bet, her joy turned into a sad face.

"Come in." Zhao Wujiang's gentle laughter came from the house.

The empress snorted and pushed the door. The lights in the house were yellow and warm and peaceful...

Except for Zhao Wujiang with a smile on his face... she said so in her heart.

The bet was not very explicit or ridiculous. It was not to ask her to do things about the concubines in the harem, but just a small request - she wanted to fall asleep with Zhao Wujiang in her arms.

When this request was first put forward, she couldn't help but feel a strange feeling of relief, longing, carefulness, and fear.

During the day and night with Zhao Wujiang, Zhao Wujiang not only increased in her heart, but she understood that she had already developed feelings for her.

Love doesn't know where it arises.

But she would never admit even a trace of affection.

Xuanyuan Jing, not just Xuanyuan Jing, she is the emperor of Daxia and the helmsman of Daxia. She carries the expectations of her ancestors. She wants to lead Daxia to prosperity and make Daxia stand proudly on the top of all countries.

She did not allow any, unnecessary emotions to stop herself on this road.

The love between children is just the past, she told herself over and over again.

So she was afraid of this bet with Zhao Wujiang, and she was afraid that she would be unable to help herself at the moment she fulfilled the bet.

Zhao Wujiang is as gentle as jade:

"What's the difficult thing that makes you so worried?"

"Let's change the bet, Zhao Wujiang, I can use my mouth..." The empress looked embarrassed.

"Then let me owe it first, or forget it, there is no need to change it." Zhao Wujiang shook his head. Love is different from desire, and Zhao Wujiang is not lacking in desire.

As the empress fell into silence and entanglement, Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and added:

"No need to change, you don't have to make things difficult, and you don't have to worry. If you don't like it, if you don't want to, don't do it!

You and I have some tacit understanding. I will not mind or feel displeased at all. You understand.

don’t worry."

Zhao Wujiang's gentle words came into his ears, the empress's heart was touched, and she hummed with a nasal voice:

"I am willing to accept the loss of the bet. If I lose, I will naturally fulfill the bet."

Just now, a sound came from outside the door:

"Your Majesty, Little Li Zi is asking for a meeting."

"Get out!" The empress's eyebrows and eyes were majestic and loud.

There was a moment of silence outside the door, and his steps were in a panic and gone away.

"But, I want to make three rules." The empress stared at Zhao Wujiang, her eyes trembled slightly and dodged slightly:

"First, don't be able to make a big move.

Second, you are not allowed to be shameless.

....”

Zhao Wujiang smiled and nodded.

......

Bed curtain.

The empress's hands and feet were stiff, and she hugged Zhao Wujiang like a lifeless doll.

She felt Zhao Wujiang's breath that was so close to her, and her heart was pounding, as if she was about to jump out of her body.

She didn't dare to look at Zhao Wujiang's eyes. She could feel Zhao Wujiang's eyes were staring at her.

"Emperor, I remember, you had to wear clothes without undressing when you were sleeping, why did you wear clothes today..." Zhao Wujiang was locked by the empress's hands.

I knew they were sleeping, but I didn't understand what the empress used to imprison Zhao Wujiang, making Zhao Wujiang unable to move.

The empress's pretty face was red, but she replied coldly with a stern face: "The cold night in late autumn..."

"Can you panic if you don't hold it?" Zhao Wujiang asked again. Under the bandage, he could only vaguely feel the thrust that the empress was about to burst out.

The empress took a deep breath: "Shut up."

"Oh..." Zhao Wujiang dragged his long tail sound.

Time ticking, ticking.

One cup of tea, two cups of tea.

Half an hour, one hour.

The empress felt the soft and heartful sound of Zhao Wujiang falling asleep, and her tense heart finally calmed down.

For this time, she was afraid that Zhao Wujiang would make trouble.

The majestic aura of a man came from in front of her. This aura made her so familiar. This was the aura of the man she had been with day and night for these days.

She had never dared to admit it, and this breath made her feel very at ease.

At this moment, the empress was holding Zhao Wujiang, and her trembling eyes slowly and seriously began to look at the man who was sleeping like a child.

His clear cheeks and thick slanted eyebrows were invisible, but he knew that under his eyelids were deep eyes as deep as the night sky, and his high nose bridge was like his always upright figure.

There are also those dry and not much moist lips. The empress knows that there is still a tongue that is not bad in her mouth, but every word is gem, a lotus blooms in her mouth, and a tongue is fighting against the scholars.

Her eyes gradually waved, and the face reflected in the water. Her silver teeth nippled her red lips. Gradually, unconsciously, the ripples in her heart rippled, pushing a faint curve from the corner of her mouth.

Love does not know where it arises, but goes deeper.
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