Affectionate little lady

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Holding her down with a big hand, she smiled leisurely: "Poor thing...you don't need to be polite if you are so sick. Look at you, you are sweating profusely...you have a fever, right?"

With disheveled hair, looks like a madman, and looks shameful... But Shui Lian is very satisfied with her ugly appearance at this moment-what man is willing to face a woman with disheveled hair and disheveled hair?

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She looked forward to it ten thousand times in her heart, but her head was covered in the quilt and she dared not lift it up. [

What is his purpose in coming?

On a night like this, shouldn't he be working overtime in Shangshan Palace to maintain his image as a benevolent and righteous gentleman? ?Diligent, loving the people, accepting advice...even maintaining a superficial respect for the empress dowager...then, driving her into the tomb of the living dead.From now on, can't you come out again? ? ? ? ? ?

Thinking about that day, how plausible it was.

Thinking about how righteous he was at that time: I want to fast for the Empress Dowager—whether I have any heirs or not, no matter whether I need some kind of restraint, my respect for the Empress Dowager will never change.

Now, what is he doing in Luohua Palace? ? ? ?

Moreover, he was alone, not even a eunuch with him.On a dark and stormy night, what does he want to do?

It was very quiet all around, but the sound of his leaving footsteps did not sound for a long time.She thought that if her head continued to be buried in the quilt like this, she would definitely go crazy.

There was a sound, she was overjoyed, but then her heart turned cold, because it was the sound of someone sitting down on a chair.

This guy, do you want to fight a protracted war?

It’s over.

After a long, long time, she finally couldn't hold back anymore, she was about to get bored, she finally lifted the quilt, and suddenly froze.

It wasn't the man in the dragon robe and the golden crown across the way—he wasn't even pretending to be a eunuch—he was dressed in a moon-white shirt, casual attire, plain, like most men in this world, with the most men off his back. The proudest, most arrogant side.

Also, his voice was no longer the stereotyped coldness and deliberately indifferent of the past—instead, he was smiling all the time, like the voices of two people.

At this time, it seemed that a different person spoke again.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.He pulled the quilt again and wanted to bury his head.

However, as soon as the quilt touched his head, he was immediately caught...