His hand was slightly cold, and he moved down little by little along Fu Ronghua's lips.

In the middle of the night, Fu Ronghua was trapped in her arms. Her fair back was full of marks, the quilt slipped, and her waist was full of pinch marks.

There was a red glow between her eyebrows, and she was sleeping deeply. Emperor Xuan Zhao slowly traced her eyebrows and stared at her like this.

The depth and strong possessiveness in his eyes are frightening.

After a long time, his lips slowly raised. He lowered his head and kissed Fu Ronghua's forehead gently. Under the weak light of the moonlight, he revealed a solemn piety.

He traps people as if he were holding a treasure in his arms, with a certain amount of care and a certain amount of treasure.

As the morning light fell, Fu Ronghua opened her eyes tiredly. She spoke with a hoarse voice, "Ruixue."

"Wake up," a deep voice rang in my ears.

Fu Ronghua suddenly woke up. She opened her eyes and saw the person sitting next to her.

Emperor Xuan Zhao tilted his head. Under the light, his handsome face was like a god's mansion, and his eyes looked at him like stars falling.

"Your Majesty," Fu Ronghua sat up holding the quilt.

Emperor Xuan Zhao stood up and came to her, "Why don't you rest a little longer."

Fu Ronghua shook his head, and then Emperor Xuan Zhao spoke, "Come in and wait."

Ruixue came in holding the dress, Fu Ronghua tightened the corners of the quilt, and the bed curtains fell to block the eyes from outside.

Fu Ronghua was a little surprised when he saw the clothes in Ruixue's hand, "This clothes?"

Ruixue replied, "Your Majesty prepared it."

Fu Ronghua pursed his lips, remembering what he said yesterday, and had some vague guesses.

After cleaning up, Emperor Xuan Zhao was already waiting in the dining hall. When he saw Fu Ronghua coming out, he spoke slowly, "Follow me out after dinner."

Fu Ronghua was stunned, "Today?" Although he had already guessed, he was still a little unsure.

Emperor Xuanzhao nodded, "Today."

He glanced at the stand-collar gown Fu Ronghua was wearing, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, "This dress looks good on you."

Fu Ronghua lowered his eyes, picked up a bun and ate it.

A soup dumpling was placed in the bowl, "I remember you liked this."

Fu Ronghua's hands shook, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern."

After finishing the meal, Fu Ronghua was surprised when Emperor Xuan Zhao took his hand and walked out of the palace in a swaggering manner.

She turned around subconsciously, as if she was still a little disbelieving that she just came out.

Emperor Xuan Zhao knocked her head and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Fu Ronghua hesitated and said, "If Concubine De and the others know."

"They won't know," Emperor Xuan Zhao said with rare patience.

Fu Ronghua pursed her lips and didn't ask any more questions. She always felt that the current Emperor Xuan Zhao made her a little scared.

Just like, she squeezed her hands slightly, "Why does Your Majesty want to bring a concubine with you?"

A strange look flashed in Emperor Xuan Zhao's eyes, "Because you are so well-behaved." His tone was light.

Fu Ronghua loosened his grip, and there was a trace of ridicule in his eyes. Sure enough, she smiled lightly and said, "Your Majesty is my concubine's heaven, and I will naturally obey you."

Emperor Xuan Zhao responded softly, and Fu Ronghua sat on the carriage.

Emperor Xuan Zhao held a book in his hand and said, "Go down and take a walk."

He stood up, took Fu Ronghua's hand directly, hugged her and got out of the carriage, and then held her in an extremely natural manner.

The crowd was not crowded, but they did cast their eyes on such a pair of wall figures.

Emperor Xuan Zhao took her walking on the street like an ordinary person.

Fu Ronghua's eyes unconsciously fell on the clay doll beside him.
Chapter completed!