The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 632 Girl, come here

That night, the empress turned away the palace people and dimmed the candles.

Standing on the side of the couch and thinking for a while, he loosened the curtain to hide the figures of the two of them.

"Uh...well, I didn't mean to..." She hesitated to the unconscious man.

After hesitating for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and stretched out a trembling hand.

A moment later, the man's pale and haggard complexion was slightly red, and a few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.

It's a pity that I still haven't earned the consciousness of imprisonment.

The whole thing started because of her, but it couldn't end because of her.

His breathing was slightly short, and he was a little pitiful in his unsteadiness.

The pink face of the instigator was also flushed to the point of bleeding, so she had no choice but to coax his undulating chest, and said in a low voice:
"Well... don't rush to wake up, you, you take a good rest, after a while... well, you should be fine... right?"

She suddenly felt ashamed, it was so inhumane to treat a patient who was recovering from serious injuries and frail.

Then the next day, Concubine Liu led the young prince into the palace to visit, and met with sad eyes from her cousin.

"Is it useless?"

She propped her cheeks and said in a bad mood: "Your method is too..."

Biting her lip, unable to think of words, she simply angrily said:

"Too despicable!"

Liu Zhenzhen looked inexplicable: "Isn't it just for you to have some intimate contact, it can be a kiss, a touch of the hand..."

"What's the use of touching hands! Even..." She muttered out annoyed, paused, and said wearily, "Anyway, I won't bother him anymore."

Standing up quickly, he called out to the two children who were playing in the courtyard: "Zhi'er, Jie'er, do you want some snacks?"

"Yes!" The little prince rushed forward bouncing.

The little prince walked slowly behind, wondering about his brother's behavior, this snack can't run long, so why rush.

Concubine Liu thought for a moment, but she couldn't resist her natural curiosity, so she moved closer and asked with a smile: "So, what did you do?"

"Let's have some snacks!" A piece of chestnut cake was stuffed into my cousin's mouth.

Hmph, she wouldn't say it even if she was killed.

Three days later, as usual, she finished dealing with the relevant matters and returned from outside the palace.

In his hand, he held a bouquet of goose yellow flowers, which were tender and very delicate.

She looked at the man on the couch, and said to herself habitually:
"Your Highness, the winter jasmine in the palace is blooming."

I found an empty vase, inserted the branches into it, and placed it by the window sill.

The breeze blows, and the petals ripple, like dancing butterflies.

Fiddled with the stamens with bare hands, she smiled wistfully:

"I was afraid of delaying for too long, so I didn't rush to the hall of the East Palace. I picked it on the road leading to the upper study room. This year's flowers are particularly lush, and the branches are bent, but they are still too high. I can't hook them. Fortunately, Mr. Mo passed by and helped me..."

"No...he...cough cough...help."

A familiar, hoarse voice came, very soft.

But to her, it was louder than the midnight chime.

Looking back in disbelief, I bumped into a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Those eyes, after months of torment, were bloodshot and tired, no longer clear and bright.

But the gentle eyes are the same as before.

She trembled and refused to go forward, fearing that it might be Nankey Yimeng.

How many nights, I have had such a beautiful dream countless times.

Smiling and calling her nannie, kissed her lips lightly.

But when he woke up and faced him, he was still unresponsive.

How could she not be impatient, in fact, she was more impatient than anyone else.

Huangfu Yue looked at her frightened and bewildered look, and her heart ached uncontrollably.

Raising his hand with difficulty, he said with difficulty:

"Ninny, come here..."

Slender white fingers, generous and warm palm.

Tears welled up, and she finally flew over, crying out:
"Your Highness—"

　Sprinkle flowers~~The following is sweet and greasy~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)