Traitor Concubine Growth Manual

Chapter 76

The moonlight is clear and cold, with occasional wind blowing.

Chu Yan limply lay on Gu Qi's body, she had no strength at all, so she simply accepted her fate and just closed her eyes and pretended to be dead.

The little majesty in the body seemed to be a little ready to move, Chu Yan waved the white flag weakly in her heart, God, let's end here, if it happens again, I will really die!
Unexpectedly, Gu Qi didn't pester her to do it again, but just stretched out his hand to comb her loose black hair bit by bit, with gentle movements.

"Chu Yan." He called her.

"Huh?" she replied lazily.

Such a careless and cute nasal voice pleases Gu Qi, who in the palace doesn't respect him?

But she is different, the difference in attitude is based on her different positioning of him.

In her eyes, he is not only a lofty prince, but also her husband.

With her hands wrapped around her soft black hair, a gentle smile appeared on her lips, "No matter how many women there are in this palace, you will always be the only princess."

Chu Yan was silent, but still closed her eyes and hummed.

Seeing her dissatisfaction, Gu Qi smiled more and more, and said helplessly, "You are the only one here."

Holding her hand and putting it on his chest, his heart beat steadily and powerfully, as if to prove his sincerity when he said this.

After a long time, Chu Yan asked him slowly, "Am I the only one in my whole life?"

"Forever." He squeezed her hand tightly.

But Chu Yan sighed leisurely, and said with a smile that was not a smile, "But a lifetime is too long, and things change, and who knows what will happen in the future? Your Highness has me in mind today, so I naturally believe it, but if tomorrow So what if there is a more beautiful and delicate woman than me? Flowers are red, willows are green, Yingyingyanyan, His Highness's harem will be more beautiful than the imperial garden, and even a layman like me will love the beauty of flowers, how can His Highness not tempted?"

"Weak water three thousand." He whispered four words softly.

Chu Yan laughed lightly, a series of clear and sweet laughter, "Three thousand of weak water, just take one scoop? Choice, I'm afraid I'd rather drown in three thousand waters than starve and thirst with a ladle of pitiful clear water."

(End of this chapter)