Qiande Palace

After running all the way again, when Ling Xiaoxiao was pulled by Yan Chitian to his palace, Qiande Palace, she was already so tired that she couldn't breathe.

This is the first time Ling Xiaoxiao has visited Yanchitian's palace after traveling through time. The golden roof, red door, and antique style of this palace give people a sense of solemnity.

Arriving inside the courtyard, Ling Xiaoxiao felt that her eyes were full of exotic flowers and plants. The most eye-catching thing was the large peach grove in full bloom to the east of the palace. From a distance, it looked like steaming clouds, which was extremely spectacular.

Peach grove? A question flashed in Ling Xiaoxiao's mind. How could there be such a large peach grove in such a heavy and dense palace?

The palace officials of Qiande Palace suddenly saw the emperor and empress coming hand in hand, and hurriedly greeted them, throwing themselves on their knees and kneeling on the ground.

Yan Chitian waved his hand casually and said in a manly voice: "Everyone, get up." He directly pulled Ling Xiaoxiao to the inner room.

Arriving in the palace, Yan Chitian finally let go of his hand. After getting rid of the restraint of his big hand, Ling Xiaoxiao, who was thirsty and hungry after standing for a long time, came to the table in the room unceremoniously, picked up the lukewarm teapot, and The spout of the pot was facing his mouth, and the drink was slurping for a while, which attracted Yan Chitian's side glances.

Is this the queen of his mother? Where is her proper appearance? Where have they been thrown?

When Ling Xiaoxiao drank enough, Yan Chitian stretched out his hands and slightly closed his beautiful, dark eyes.

The sunlight shines in lightly through the window lattice, scattering golden yellow all over the ground, and dyes the bright and white face with a soft golden light in the blazing sky.

Eyelashes like crow feathers covered his eyes like thousands of glazed glasses.

When he closed his eyes, he lost a bit of domineering and became a bit more approachable.

Those thick eyebrows, high nose, and beautiful lip shape all exude nobility and elegance.

Huh? Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned. She rolled her throat in a hopeless manner, and her little face suddenly turned red for some unknown reason.

Ling Xiaoxiao felt her heartbeat speeding up and her breathing difficult.

What does this guy mean? Asking for a kiss? Sexual seduction? For a moment, all kinds of images that were not suitable for children flooded into her mind. Suddenly, all kinds of eroticism were endless.

After thinking about it for a while, Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly thought that she was only ten years old now. Wasn't she just like Long Yu, who could only watch but not eat? How sad! At this moment, she deeply shed tears of sympathy for Long Yu. .

Faced with this, she shook her head in annoyance and cleared away all the unhealthy thoughts in her head.

The room was filled with the delicious smell of ambergris, unique to the scorching weather.

In order to divert her attention, Ling Xiaoxiao automatically filtered out the unknown man and looked around leisurely.

Inside the spacious palace, there was a large rosewood marble table with various dharma stickers from famous people, dozens of inkstones, various brush holders, and a sea of ​​pens inserted like a forest.

On the other side is a large Ru kiln flower bag, filled with white chrysanthemums and crystal balls.

On the west wall hangs a large painting of Xiangyang's "Mist and Rain" in the middle, and a pair of couplets hanging on the left and right, with dragons and phoenixes dancing in the air, which reads: "The style of leisure in the mist, the life of spring and stone."

There is a large tripod on the table. On the left side is a large plate from the Daguan kiln on a red sandalwood shelf, which contains dozens of delicate yellow and exquisite Buddha hands.

There is a couch on the east side...

Yan Chitian waited for a long time, and when he saw that Ling Xiaoxiao didn't respond, he couldn't help but open his eyes strangely.

At a glance, he found that Ling Xiaoxiao was looking around curiously. Thinking that he had been stupidly stupid for a long time, he couldn't help but said angrily: "Why are you standing there? Change my clothes!"

Xiami? Change clothes? It turns out that this guy... wants to enslave me?

The corners of Ling Xiaoxiao's mouth twitched and she muttered in a low voice: "You don't have hands yourself."

Then he came to Yan Chitian ordinarily and stood on tiptoes to undress and untie Master Yan. Seeing Ling Xiaoxiao being so obedient, Yan Chitian felt satisfied. He still closed his eyes and concentrated on fighting with his belt.

Ling Xiaoxiao heard: "You did a good job today, and I will protect you from now on."

Xiami? The tyrant king who had evil intentions towards her at this moment said that he wanted to protect her? He was lying, she didn’t believe it.
Chapter completed!