Remnant King's Ghost Concubine

Chapter 239 It’s Really You, Wuji (4)
Princess Ling Xiao didn't turn around, she just stood there casually, as if thinking about how the sandalwood dragon bed she arranged would be destroyed?There is only one possibility, the woman lying on the bed is a phantom, not a great beauty, he is angry, he doesn't like the bed that others have touched, "Got it..."

Xiaoyaohuang listened to her reluctant voice, he didn't blame her for not doing things well, he quietly watched her disappear at the gate of the main hall, she was exhausted, but first re-arranged a dragon bed for him, ordered someone to take care of everything before she returned She went to her residence to take a bath and change clothes. The fiery red petals blocked the pool of spring light. She leaned against the wall of the pool, quietly enjoying the peace of this moment. A gorgeous smile unconsciously rose from the corner of her mouth. She obviously didn't complete the task, but she was very happy in her heart. Happy, because the person she tried to bring back was not a great beauty, and what she saw was not the scene of him embracing a beauty.

"Soaking for a long time is not good for the body!" The familiar voice sounded faintly, Princess Ling Xiao was stunned, and suddenly raised her eyes to see that he was standing in front of him in a purple dragon robe, with those long and narrow red phoenix eyes. He just stood quietly not far away and looked at her with lowered eyebrows.

Princess Ling Xiao blushed, but raised the corners of her lips, picked up the silk handkerchief in the bath with her slender hand, covered her chest, supported her head with one hand, and smiled charmingly: "I've been with you for so many years, I don't know you like it." It's really strange to see a beautiful woman taking a bath!"

"In this world, who really understands who? Even he doesn't understand himself, let alone others? Hurry up, my dragon bed can't be arranged like that!" Xiaoyaohuang turned and left after speaking.

Princess Ling Xiao looked angry, is his dragon bed casual?What a picky person, every time!Her black hair is slightly wet, without any accessories, hanging down her waist at will, but she is beautiful and coquettish. With red makeup, flamboyant red, enchanting figure, and charming footsteps, she walked slowly into the bedroom, her eyes were full of doubts, this picky girl What's wrong with men? "Your Majesty, tell me, what doesn't agree with you? I'll order someone to change it for you immediately!"

Xiaoyaohuang lay lazily on the soft bed, without looking at her, but the chic and casual posture revealed the temptation of ecstasy, Yuzhi pointed to the dragon bed, "You will know what's wrong after you try it!"

Princess Ling Xiao pouted, she didn't close her eyes for several days and nights, dare he not find fault with her?Reluctantly raised her head and let out a sigh of relief, she bent down to touch every place. The purple dragon bed was wider and firmer than the previous one. She was a little annoyed: "Can I make do with it for one night? I'll help you deal with it tomorrow?"

Emperor Xiaoyao lay lazily on the soft bed, and said lightly: "I have slept here for several days and nights to make do with it, do you think I still have the patience to make do with it?"

Princess Ling Xiao held back her anger, her whole body was about to fall apart, and she wanted him to test the bed for her?As soon as she lay down, she couldn't resist the drowsiness anymore, she fell asleep while lying on the bed.

Emperor Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows lightly, picked up a memorial, glanced at it, and threw it aside. The pile of memorials seemed to be thrown randomly, but they were divided into three piles.It wasn't until after the last memorial was thrown out that he raised his eyes and saw that lifeless woman lying on his dragon bed, motionless.He said coldly: "Ling Xiao!"

When Princess Ling Xiao heard him call her, she moved in a daze, her black hair had already dried, and it was scattered on the purple silk, outlining the splashed ink painting on the clothes.The purple figure slowly walked over, staring at her with lowered eyebrows, frowning, as if he didn't understand this strange feeling, his voice became severe: "Ling Xiao, this is my dragon bed!"

But Princess Ling Xiao just turned over and continued to sleep, unable to hear anything, the tired look on her face gradually faded.Emperor Xiaoyao grabbed her by the belt and lifted her up to throw her out, but somehow he didn't want to throw her out. In the end, he just picked her up and threw her on the soft bed, and his tall body fell heavily on the dragon bed. It was going to be comfortable before.But his thoughts were not here, the red-faced woman, that beautiful face, that cold bright eyes, that kind of carnival, flashed by.

In the dead of night, there is no silence in this huge palace, a white shadow approached quietly, the eyes of the man in green at the door burst open, a powerful inner force gathered in the palm of his hand, he was about to attack, but he saw the man's face clearly, and immediately withdrew it internal force.

"Who are you?" Nangong Wuji asked in a cold voice, staring at the man in Tsing Yi, when he used his internal strength just now, he clearly felt that this man's martial arts is definitely not ordinary!

The man in Tsing Yi just smiled wryly, and said lightly: "It's not important anymore!"

When Baili Youmeng heard the familiar voice, he woke up suddenly from his dream and sat up. Nangong Wuji didn't ask who this person was anymore. He walked into the palace, which is the bedroom of the future princess, but Murong Hua let her Live in it, his mind, need I say more?In the darkness, by the moonlight, he saw the familiar figure sitting on the bed, the person he had been thinking about day and night, his heart suddenly lifted, and he remembered the water of forgetting love that Nightingale said, she still loves him ?How important this answer is to him!He stood in place, motionless, his black eyes as silent as the night, as mysterious as the night, endlessly changing, so many emotions flashed through them, Wan Yue was about to cry out in surprise, but felt that the atmosphere between the two of them was very different. No, she immediately exited the bedroom and closed the door.

The two looked at each other, but she was suddenly a little scared. Could it be a hallucination?Is she hallucinating again?Who is this guy?But why is the voice so similar to her Wuji?When she looked at that masked man today, she could take it as her innocence. She didn't tell anyone, but she panicked in her heart and shouted: "The waning moon..."

That sound of panic stung the man in front of him. His footsteps came steadily, but there was a trace of mess. When was his wife so scared?Her fear made his heart ache, his voice was a little hoarse, but gentle: "Meng'er..."

Through the moonlight, she clearly saw his jade face, which was still so handsome, as if it only belonged to a beautiful face in a dream. Those sultry black eyes revealed deep love and distress. In front of her, looking at her carefully, those bright eyes were full of fear, as if he was afraid of something and dared not let him approach.

Baili Youmeng's body immediately hid back, covering her ears, not daring to look, she was afraid, afraid that this person was an illusion, if it wasn't for her Wuji, how would she face her Wuji after she woke up?Her voice was already trembling in fear, "The waning moon...the waning moon..."

Seeing her petite body trembling slightly, his hands froze in mid-air, his wife, are you afraid of him?What a hurtful reality this is, has she really forgotten her love? "Meng'er..."

The hotness in Baili Youmeng's body suddenly arose. She suppressed it fiercely and covered her ears. She was afraid that it was not her fault. For the first time, she hugged her body helplessly and curled up in a corner, her voice seemed to cry out: "Wan Yue ..."

Can Yue heard something was wrong, rushed in immediately, and lit the lamp in the room.Seeing Baili Youmeng huddled at the foot of the bed, he seemed terrified, so helpless.And Nangong Wuji was sitting by the bed, the pity and pain in his eyes had already been revealed.

(End of this chapter)