Hurry up, please be kind

Chapter 21

Shen Hua dazedly touched the place she knocked on.

Ruoyouwuwu's enthusiasm slowly rose from his face, and a faint blush bloomed on his jade-like face.

He was stunned by Si Zhuo's inadvertent intimacy just now, his already clear eyes were stained with confusion and ignorance, making him look really docile and docile.

"..."

Si Zhuo was speechless for a moment, blushing even after being beaten.

Did I knock people stupid?

"Is Your Majesty all right? It's just for Shang Shuling?" Shen Hua regained his senses and avoided her gaze.

"The minister forgot for a while, and made His Majesty laugh..."

He was annoyed for a while, His Majesty had hinted at him, but he forgot everything when he saw His Majesty's uncomfortable face.

A frown of hers could make him flustered to the point of pain.

He tried his best to restrain the unspeakable emotion in his heart, but he still couldn't restrain his throbbing and subconscious reaction.

"Beauty." Si Zhuo approached him with a smile that was not a smile, clamped his chin, and forced him to look at her with deep and cold eyes.

"It's not a good thing if you can't control your heart..."

She is not blind, Shen Hua's various performances are so obvious, how could she not see it?
However, putting this kind of thought on her is really an irreparable disaster.

She is hell, if you get close to her, you will be forever...

Shen Hua's heart trembled, his eyes flickered with panic, as if all the secrets were exposed, "Your Majesty, minister..."

Si Zhuo let go of him, and her fingertips slid down from her chin, stopping at his heart, feeling the sensitive trembling of his body.

Seeing this, Eunuch An hurriedly withdrew.

"I can't give you what you want, if you don't want to die, just take care of it."

She tapped his heart lightly with her fingertips, her voice was light and cold, while his heart beat violently under her fingertips.

"It's just wishful thinking, I don't dare to ask for anything extravagantly, I just hope that my delusional thoughts will not cause trouble to Your Majesty..." Shen Hua said with a trembling voice.

His fingers clenched the edge of the sleeves, wrinkling the silky fabric, his body was so tense that he trembled, but he tried his best not to escape.

She is too far away, like a cloud.

People can only stop and stare at the sky.

Fate is destined to be fruitless, so he doesn't expect anything.

I just want to put all my feelings in my heart and treasure them.

Treasure her too.

His world is too desolate.

Her every frown and smile, her gestures...

It's all light.

It is a treasure worth enshrining for the rest of your life.

Si Zhuo looked at him silently, his pitch-black eyes were like a deep abyss, one glance would be irreversible.

And his eyes are clear and sincere, pure and pure to the point of scorching.

Si Zhuo looked into his eyes, as if he saw the snow on a handful of peach blossoms, which was clean and calm and covered with the glow of spring.

She looked at it, and suddenly felt that his eyes seemed to have really turned into the silver color of snow, and her complexion couldn't help but sink.

It was that inexplicable sense of familiarity again.

She hates everything that is out of control.

"who are you?"

Si Zhuo strangled him by the throat, killing intent surged in his dark eyes.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Shen Hua struggled to breathe, his face turned red, and his eyes were full of perplexity.

Suddenly, a burst of excruciating pain swept through his mind, as if a force was dissecting his soul, with an absolutely crushing aura of destruction.

Si Zhuo's eyes were as dark as an abyss.

The color of hell can be seen at a glance.

"Don't! Don't! Stop it! Don't search for his soul, he will be lost!"

Tianxiu, who seemed to have sensed something, turned pale in shock, and quickly flew in front of Si Zhuo, two small hands grabbed Si Zhuo's hand that strangled Shen Hua, and a faint golden light floated from its body.

But her hand didn't move at all.

Shen Hua had fainted, and his life was hanging by a thread.

"Si Zhuo! The High Priest of the Land of the Gods!"

Tianxiu called out this title in a hurry, and looked nervously at the gloomy Si Zhuo, worry mixed with panic.

Si Zhuo paused for a moment, her eyes were confused for a moment.

The hand stopped exerting force.

"Who are you calling?"

"you!"

"who am I?"

"The high priest of the land left by the gods."

Tianxiu stared at her closely, the golden light on her body became brighter and brighter, bits and pieces of golden fluorescent light floated in the air, sinking into her body gently, soothing her restlessness.

Si Zhuo lowered his eyes, his memory was blank.

But every nerve is trembling because of this title, almost repelling these words with hatred.

Her voice was cold and hoarse, "Don't call me that."

"Okay, okay, stop shouting, stop shouting!"

Tianxiu nodded repeatedly, almost crying, "Let go, he's going to die, he's really going to die..."

Si Zhuo remained unmoved, her brows and eyes were as cold as frost.

"Little ancestor, please do me a favor and let him go. He doesn't pose any threat to you, let alone hurt you. Just believe me this time, my little ancestor..."

Tianxiu wanted to cry but had no tears, and almost knelt down for her.

Si Zhuo was silent for a moment, let go of his hand, let him fall limply in front of her, and only looked down at him coldly.

"If you don't want me to search for the soul, tell me, who is he?"

Tianxiu trembled and stood in front of Shen Hua, lest she go mad and kill again.

No one can bear the consequences of his complete death.

"Ji Hua, he is Ji Hua!"

"Who is Ji Hua?"

This name wandered between Si Zhuo's lips and teeth, it was deeply familiar, but it was extremely strange in her only remaining memory.

The apex of her heart trembled inexplicably, and a daze flashed in her eyes.

"Ji Hua, it's snowing on the snow."

"You are his belief, and he is the flower in your palm."

Si Zhuo is Ji Hua's belief.

Ji Hua is the flower in Si Zhuo's palm...

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The Empress was not feeling well enough to leave the banquet, so the banquet could not go on.

Eunuch An invited everyone back to the mansion, and most of them stayed for a while, waiting for news from the imperial doctor with an air of concern for the body of the dragon.

The imperial doctor's answer was naturally what Shen's father expected.

King Ping and Father Shen left satisfied.

Others also left one after another.

Chu Xiao, the eldest son of Zhenbei Prince, left with a little doubt, walked out of the palace gate, glanced casually, and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Xiao Xiao was carrying a food box, and seemed to think of something happy, with a smile on his face unconsciously.

The bright yellow dress shuttled through the palace, like a fresh and beautiful winter jasmine, and the whole person was warmed by the bright spring sun.

Chu Xiao's heart moved slightly, and he walked towards her.

Xiao Xiao was having a good time, and when she glanced out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to see a tuoxiang, the smile on her face faded completely, and she felt the eighteenth generation of Chu Xiao's ancestors in her heart.

She turned the corner resolutely, but Chu Xiao had strode up to her.

Xiao Xiao: "..." The good dog doesn't get in the way.

"Xiao Xiao?"

Chu Xiao smiled at her, his facial features were sharp and sharp, his eyebrows were sharp, he was very handsome, handsome, suave, handsome, handsome, handsome, majestic, resembling Pan An, extraordinary in appearance, a man of talent...

He stands under the painted red palace wall, the spring breeze blows his brocade clothes, and the willow branches and leaves sway on his head, full of greenery.

Xiao Xiao looked cold, "Who are you?"

　Mourning every compatriot who died

　　The martyrs who died are immortal
　　There is no hero who fell from the sky

　　Only mortals who come forward

　　——Qingming 4.4
　　
　
(End of this chapter)