Even without cheats, we must survive the apocalypse

She has been controlled by herself.

But there was a reason why Lu Mu didn't do it to the last step. This kind of thing is addictive, and Huang Yanyao has never been the kind of person who can endure it.

She had never tasted it, so she would not be attracted to it. But if she had tasted it...

By then, Gu Yunxi would probably come to see him in the middle of the night with a knife in hand, and Lu Mu would have to worry about his future.

The "protagonist" has a straightforward and fierce temperament.

Even though he can control her now, Gu Yunxi is very special, so special that Lu Mu cannot treat her lightly.

Moreover, Huang Yanyao has more important things to do.

Compared with this, these Wushan Yunyu matters can indeed be put aside for the time being.

"Don't play with fire next time, or I can't guarantee that I can hold back."

Lu Mu put on his robe and rubbed his wet fingertips, which were filled with the lingering medicinal scent from the bath water and the smooth body scent of Huang Yanyao.

Well, the body of the future empress is also sweet and soft.

Huang Yanyao's gaze gradually returned to normal. She lowered her head and no longer met his gaze. "Hmph, what do you mean by playing with fire? It's obvious that you like it..."

Lu Mu raised his eyebrows, and these words sounded like coquettishness to him.

Drops of water slid down from the not-so-small lotus tip and dripped onto the surface of the bathtub, splashing water. Lu Mu's eyes lingered for a moment again, dimming slightly, and then he withdrew and left without looking back.

Huang Yanyao was right.

He really liked the "good show" she played just now, and Lu Mu was sure that Huang Yanyao saw it.

However, if he continued to touch her, the situation might become out of control, so Lu Mu walked out of the bathhouse and came to Luo Shuangning's room.

Huang Yanyao prepared decorations for the Snow Sword Fairy that were quite suitable for her personality and preferences. The bed, screen, table, chairs, and dressing table were all available, all made of pure white jade. They were simple yet luxurious and exquisite, enough to show the owner's taste.

Luo Shuangning, wearing an ice-blue dress, sat at her desk, writing with a pen. Her profile was pretty and gentle, and her delicate features revealed a hint of seriousness.

Then she was interrupted by Lu Mu who suddenly came in.

She reluctantly put down the brush in her hand. She was always cold and indifferent in front of outsiders, but she only showed her softest side to Lu Mu.

"Brother Mu, what's wrong—Ah!"

She walked over, and Lu Mu also walked quickly towards her. Then, amid Luo Shuangning's slightly suppressed exclamation, she was picked up by the waist and thrown onto the bed.

"I'm sorry Shuang Ning, a little monster just tortured me for a while."

Lu Mu explained with a smile, lying down and wrapping his arms around her waist, "Can I sleep here tonight?"

Luo Shuangning nodded, and two light pink spots appeared on her cheeks.

She couldn't refuse.

……

After Lu Mu left, Huang Yanyao had no intention of continuing to soak in the bath water. She put on her soft silk robe and walked back to her bedroom barefoot.

She dismissed the maid and stood in front of the mirror, looking at the soft and smooth reflection of white jade. Apart from a few places where Lu Mu's palms had used a little force, leaving relatively obvious marks, there was nothing else.

Huang Yanyao frowned, feeling guilty and irritated.

She didn't even have the urge to push Lu Mu away, and couldn't even say the words of refusal.

If I were to say what I wanted to say just now, it was to scold Lu Mu for not following through on the final step. But the words were stuck in my throat. If I really let her say them out loud, how resentful would I be?

"Alas, I..."

She murmured to herself, but didn't think too much about it and sat down.

"What's wrong? Seeing you like this, I guess you probably didn't accomplish anything just now."

Huang Wumeng always appears at an inopportune moment when Huang Yanyao is feeling a little depressed or simply irritated.

She sat on the recliner next to her. Her black and gold phoenix robe was slit all the way to her waist, revealing her slender and smooth legs through the slit, making her feet look even more crystal clear. She crossed her legs and moved her toes slightly. Her dignified voice did not sound serious at all.

Because Huang Wumeng knew what Huang Yanyao had done just now, he couldn't be serious at all now.

“…Stop talking!”

Huang Yanyao glanced over silently, but she also picked up a jade comb on the dressing table and threw it at Huang Wumeng.

The jade comb passed through the graceful and mature spirit and fell behind.

"Oh, why is my little disciple so angry?"

Huang Wumeng seemed not to care. He looked at Huang Yanyao with a smile on his lips. It was obvious that he was gloating over someone else's misfortune. How could he still look normal?

Huang Yanyao rolled her eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to her.

"Won't the Lu family kid fall for your tricks?"

Huang Yanyao was immediately unhappy when she heard this and threw her sleeves, "Who said that? He almost pushed me into the bathtub..."

"But he didn't make it to the last step, did he?"

The princess nodded.

He also rubbed her legs, and the slippery feeling still remained, but she clearly wiped every part of her body dry when she came out of the bath.

So it wasn't bath water.

Huang Wumeng raised her eyebrows and stood behind Huang Yanyao.

"It seems that the Lu family boy understands you very well and doesn't want this kind of lovemaking to disturb your mind."

As the last empress, Huang Wumeng actually sees many things more clearly than Huang Yanyao. Even though she, as an empress, has never had any husband, she has lived long enough and seen enough. To her, the so-called "love between men and women" is nothing more than a fish swimming in a pond. She can see through it and grasp it no matter what.

"Come on, you've never had a husband in your life, and when you die, you'll still be a... cough cough."

Huang Yanyao rolled her eyes but swallowed back the last part of her words because Huang Wumeng behind her gave off an aura that sent chills down her spine.

Fortunately, we almost poked the ancestor's lung again.

But when Huang Wumeng talked about something like "spring nights of love and rain", Huang Yanyao couldn't help but think that her ancestors had no experience at all!

Huang Wumeng left no offspring and remained alone until her death.

The bloodline of the current Xianhuang royal family actually all comes from the "Xianhuang Saint Princess" national teacher, who is Huang Wumeng's biological sister Huang Wuyou.

But when Huang Wumeng talked about something like "spring nights of love and rain", Huang Yanyao couldn't help but think that her ancestors had no experience at all!

"Poor mouth."

Huang Wumeng snorted coldly and disappeared.

Huang Yanyao smiled without saying a word, picked up the necklace on the dressing table and put it around her neck.

Just now, she deliberately left the necklace here.

Otherwise, Huang Wumeng would definitely run out and peek at what’s happening in the bathtub!

Huang Yanyao lay on the bed. In the huge bedroom, the lights gradually went out, and only the necklace on her neck emitted a cold light in the darkness.

Chapter 63: Too Many Things

Huang Yanyao hardly slept a wink last night.

She couldn't sleep, and she didn't force herself to sleep, so she chose to lie in bed and think about meaningless things, and then flipped through the play scripts given to her by some young maids in the Palace of Governors to read the love stories in them.

A little childish.

When she finally felt a little sleepy, the window lattices of the bedroom had already used the first rays of light from the rising sun to print scattered spots of light on the ground, and the entire sky seemed to be shrouded in a hazy veil.

When daybreak comes, the study must be piled with all kinds of official documents and military requirements that were urgently delivered last night.

She threw the half-read script in her hand aside with some annoyance.

As the most powerful and most in-demand crown prince in the southern border of the empire, Huang Yanyao has no right to sleep soundly during the day.

Every day there are a lot of things that require her to make decisions and give orders.

Although Huang Yanyao had considered letting her important officials try to do it themselves, she decided not to do so after some more abstract "power struggle" issues arose.

Since these people wanted her to take care of them so much, she had no choice but to do so.

"I should have dragged Lu Mu here to sleep with me."

She sat up suddenly and threw off the quilt beneath her body. The coolness quickly spread over her legs and then flowed into her thighs. This gauze nightgown was short to her thighs, and its main purpose was to provide convenience.

Moreover, this skirt was given by Lu Mu.

Just by seeing how short the skirt was, Huang Yanyao probably thought that this nightgown would be very convenient for Lu Mu. After all, she only needed to lift it up lightly and there was no need to take it off at all.

Last night, playing with fire almost made Lu Mu push her into the bathtub and swallow the water in it.

Although he didn't do so, Huang Yanyao was actually a little looking forward to it.

So she immediately changed into the nightgown he gave her, which was really... cheap.

However, Lu Mu did not come either.

Last night he was probably lying with Murong Xue, or Luo Shuangning, or between Murong Xue and Luo Shuangning, with one of them hugging him on each side and sleeping in the same quilt.

It’s only because the soundproofing in the Tongshi Palace is good, otherwise she would have heard the noise after not sleeping all night.

"Did my little disciple sleep well?"

Huang Yanyao rolled her eyes, looked at Huang Wumeng who was lying on the pillow next to her, then silently turned over and got out of bed.

"It seems that you didn't sleep well."

Huang Wumeng shrugged.

"Yes, you are very insightful."

Huang Yanyao's sarcasm now sounded a little weak.

The maid came in and dressed her up, changing her into the black and gold official dress, a phoenix feather hairpin on her head, and brocade boots with auspicious cloud patterns on her feet. This outfit was made by Huang Wumeng herself. It was dignified and gorgeous, yet heroic, and it suited her temperament very well.

If you want to be an empress in the future, you need to put more effort into your clothes.

She is not a cultivator like Murong Xue and Luo Shuangning, who are free to come and go and act as they please. She also practices, but before the identity of "cultivator", she also has the identity of "Ninth Princess".

You should dress in a dignified and dignified manner, and have an aura that can intimidate strangers who see you for the first time, rather than simply overwhelm others with your physical strength.

Huang Yanyao stood in front of the mirror, looking at the stunningly beautiful, powerful, and majestic girl in the bronze mirror, her eyes flickering slightly.

"This is the woman that Lu family kid wants."

Huang Wumeng sat leaning against the head of the bed, supporting her head with one hand, her profile looking extremely lazy.

"But if I take off this dress, what difference will it make?"

Huang Yanyao suddenly had the urge to break the mirror, but she clenched her hands and decided not to do it in the end.

The person in the mirror, after all, is still herself.

If we break the mirror, can we erase the image and create a new one?

A little naive and a little stupid.

"There is no difference, but it is only when you wear it that you have the courage to look down on the world." Huang Wumeng raised his eyes with a deep look.

Huang Yanyao was stunned, then lowered her head, "Although the ancestor was nagging, he was praising me most of the time."

"If I don't praise you, who else can I praise?"

"Hmm? You're right."

"You little bastard, go and take care of your government affairs. I won't bother you anymore."

Huang Wumeng laughed and then disappeared.

She no longer interferes with Huang Yanyao's decision-making. According to her thinking, Huang Yanyao is now considered a "master", and as her master, it is time for her to let go and let her fly on her own.

When Huang Yanyao arrived at the study, her military commander and her most important officials were waiting there.

They were both just asking a question.

Is it time to clean up the source of the tide of strange beasts in southern Xinjiang?

The scale and scope of the monster tide had long been firmly under her control. The monsters posed no threat at all to areas within a hundred miles of Jiyuan. There was no human habitation within a hundred miles.

Huang Yanyao wanted to take this opportunity to train the soldiers, rotating them back and forth, and getting some evil spirit. Although they couldn't be considered true elite soldiers who had experienced hundreds of battles, they should train as much as possible without being vague.