Uncle, I will marry you

Chapter 118 Forget (2)
Puyang Yuren smiled and pulled away the young man's arms: "Well, Huang'er is good, so I won't forget." For Yuhuang, she is more tolerant, just like Puyang Fenghua Tolerating her is average, just tolerance, but no love, a cycle of cause and effect.

Looking at the palm of his hand in a daze, he bent the corner of his mouth: "Well, I will be obedient." For her, he became much more obedient.

Lying on the couch, Puyang Yuren finally closed his eyes and took a last look at Yuhuang.

Looking at the man sitting at the table drinking alone, Lu Sheng paused and said, "Master, alcohol hurts you a lot." His eyes fell on the crooked wine bottle on the ground, and he comforted him.

The hand holding the wine glass paused for a while, and still raised his head to drain it, but even so, his movements were still so elegant and pure.The crystal wine dripped down the corner of the mouth, drawing a seductive arc.

"Go down..." Puyang Fenghua held the wine glass and said to Lu Sheng beside him.

"Master...Prince Yuxi will sleep with the emperor tonight." Lu Sheng told the man the latest news from Heyue Palace, and looked at him worriedly. He wanted to comfort him, but was stopped by the man's lingering eyes. Can look left and right to retreat.

The charming moonlight fell on the pavilion and on the man's jade-like skin, shining with brilliance.

Bright red drops of blood slid down the fingertips, and suddenly, the wine glass was shattered in the palm of his hand.

Ayu, what should I do?It was me who pushed you into this situation step by step, but why was my heart stripped from my body little by little?Smiling mockingly, he thought that since he was used to such a deformed relationship since he was a child, he would not be contaminated. Why did he fall into the abyss step by step?
Holding the young man's unruly hands, he pulled the quilt aside and tightly covered the young man's body: "If you are unruly, go back to Wutong Palace." There was a hint of warning in his tone.

Looking at Puyang Yuren with glazed eyes, he withdrew his hand and said, "Your Majesty, let Huang'er serve you." After blinking, a charming air flowed out from the black pupils, making people daydream.

Give the young man a white eye: "Yu Huang, do you think I can stand up to your tossing now that I am weak and sick?"

His gaze was tactful: "Ayu, I will be very gentle." As soon as the voice fell, it landed on the top of the young man's head, and the delicate face he provoked wrinkled and looked at the person beside him with grievance.

"You don't learn well at such a young age! Sleep with your eyes closed." After speaking, he stopped talking about the boy's sleep with his eyes closed.

Pouting her mouth and looking at Puyang Yuren who no longer paid attention to her, Yuhuang smiled, put her hands alternately on her chest and closed her eyes, and fell asleep, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth all the time, very comfortable and at ease.

Feeling a pair of slightly cool hands holding his palms, his eyes trembled, but they did not open in the end, and were still held by his other hand.

Slowly opened his eyes, stared at the sleeping girl, stretched out his fingers to stroke the familiar eyebrows, and carefully stroked the healed wound, sadness flashed in the dark eyes, and the fingers that landed on the tip of the nose were bent and held together. Withdrawing his fist suddenly, he looked mockingly at the fingers in the air that were as charming as a woman, and his glazed eyes were as helpless and sad as the blooming flowers of the other side.

Just keep looking at the girl next to him, smiling, maybe, he should be content, at least, Puyang Fenghua will never know Ayu's gender until now, at least, he and her have a common secret, right?

When the sun rose, Puyang Yuren opened his cold eyes, looked sideways at the person beside him and frowned.

The vigilant Yuhuang was awakened by the young man's movements, and quickly opened his eyes, but he saw a pair of indifferent pupils, slightly dazed: "Ayu..."

He held the hand hidden under the quilt slightly, and said in a cold voice, "Bold! Who are you? Go down!" He propped himself up and distanced himself from the person in front of him.

The smile froze at the corner of her mouth, she looked at the cold person in a panic, reached out and took her hand cautiously, and said, "Ayu...I...don't you remember me?" Nervously clutching the boy's arm, Cardamom pinched into her arm.

The hand hidden under the blanket was lightly held and gradually let go, looking into the man's eyes, Puyang Yuren raised his eyes and glanced at the boy's eyes, "Come here!"

The girl's injured hand was stiff, and her lips were slightly opened, "Sister..." The shallow call fell into the dust, and she looked at the girl with indifferent eyes in horror. Don't remember?Give him hope, why make him so desperate?

With a trembling heart, the palace people outside hurried in when they heard the shout, and looked at the two people on the bed in a daze, then quickly lowered their heads: "What orders does the emperor have?" Was the emperor in a hurry? Before recovering... Concubine Yu's charm is really great.

"Drag her out." After speaking, she gently closed her eyes, not looking at the expressions of the people beside her.

Little by little, he let go of the boy's arms, rolled over and got off the bed, put on his coat, and said proudly like a phoenix, "No need, I... I will go by myself." A cinnabar mole is bright and vivid.

The palace man looked at the boy strangely, not knowing what was going on.

Walking out of the room with a stiff back, Yu Huang's hands hidden in the wide sleeves were tightly clasped, and the long cardamom sank into the white palms, numb himself with pain.

Looking at the empty side beside him, he stretched out his hand to touch the place that was still warm, Puyang Yuren waved his hand to let the palace servants go down, and meditated by himself.Yu Huang's glazed eyes kept flashing in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of them.Shaking her head, she shouted in a low voice, if she could, she would not pretend to have amnesia.

Taking out the scriptures given by Huiyuan in the box, before eating the phoenix, she had been practicing according to the moves above, but there was no progress at all, and the internal force in her body was also exhausted.

The qi sinks to the dantian, guiding the faintly visible internal force between the pulses, and after feeling that this internal force is flowing through the meridians of the whole body unimpeded, Puyang Yuren smiles on his brows and eyes, and looks at the scripture in his hand in surprise.

After getting off the bed, the footsteps under her feet were not as frivolous as the previous few days, but a little calmer.Reaching for the water glass on the table, I also gained some strength, opened the door with a smile, and greeted the newborn sun.

(End of this chapter)