The Beautiful Love of a Tyrant and a Villain [Transmigration Book]

Luo Wenge stood tense and didn't dare to move.

Xiao Yulan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, reacted completely differently from him, as if she had expected someone to appear on the roof, and appeared in front of him the moment the sound sounded.

Luo Wenge's face was full of astonishment. Xiao Yulan, who saw that he was about to speak, covered his mouth, frowned in disgust and hugged him, and went back to the bed like a gust of wind, and pressed her on the bed before he wanted to escape.

"Spy." Xiao Yulan leaned over and said coldly in his ear, "I don't want the Queen Mother to find out what you have done, so cooperate with me."

Luo Wenge slowly lowered the raised hand holding the golden hairpin, but the vigilance in his eyes never dissipated, and he quietly looked at Xiao Yulan.

Xiao Yulan snatched the golden hairpin from his hand and threw it at the dragon and phoenix candle vigorously. The air was rubbed against it rapidly, making a small piercing sound, which was short-lived.

All the candlelight in the room was extinguished, and the bed curtain tied on the bedposts of Longfeng Daxi fell silently, covering the scene on the bed, leaving only the bright white moonlight slipping in through the window lattice, adding to the ambiguity.

The crackling sound on the roof was getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at the place facing the bed. After a while, there was a slight sound of tiles being lifted, and someone watched it.

"Relax, it won't hurt very much, I will gently." Xiao Yulan said softly.

The bed curtain swayed, the queen's robe was thrown out, and after a while it was the emperor's robe again, and then the clothes thrown out were confused, looking like the two people's obscene clothes and trousers, this time the bed curtain moved again. Involuntarily, she swayed with the bed, faintly accompanied by a barely audible hum, like enduring pain, joy, or coquettishness.

Seeing this, the people on the roof restored the tiles to their original state, tapped their toes to leave, and rushed back to report.

Xiao Yulan was sure that she had left, so she scolded Luo Wenge who was still humming softly, "Shut up."

Luo Wenge saw that the cooperation just now went smoothly, so he didn't care about Xiao Yulan, he lifted the quilt and lay down in it. The cold winter night was chilly, and his clothes were too thin.

He warmed up first, and then asked about leaving.

Xiao Yulan's ears became clear, and she looked down to see her firm chest and abdomen, her face was as black as ink.

Shameless swinger!

Xiao Yulan angrily lifted the curtain of the bed, leaned over and picked up the obscene clothes and put them on her body. Just as she put on a sleeve, she smelled the faint fragrance of orchids on it. His darkened face seemed to be covered in a pot, and he took it off violently and threw it away. He strode over to light a candle.

Dim candlelight shone through the bed curtain. Luo Wenge stretched out his hand and put one hand on the side of his face. He looked at Xiao Yulan who was wearing obscene pants from a distance. The dog emperor had a good figure, wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. There are a few abs that look good to the touch, which is a pity.

He twirled his long, soft hair with his fingertips, and asked lazily, "When can I go?"

"You want to leave?" Xiao Yulan could barely light two candles, and looked back at him expressionlessly, "Dreaming."

Luo Wenge hugged the quilt and sat up, his face darkened: "If you don't let me go, how can I help you develop your ambitions?"

"I said before, you must stay by my side." Xiao Yulan said.

Luo Wenge smiled: "I will stay by your side in the name of the queen?"

Xiao Yulan leaned over to pick up the clothes and put them on, without giving in at all: "This is your own choice."

Luo Wenge was speechless, feeling like he had been tricked by the villain, and somehow overwhelmed him.

"You were the one who married Xu Jinyuan into the palace, no one forced you." Xiao Yulan said again.

Luo Wenge knew clearly that Xiao Yulan asked him to pretend to be the queen to stay by his side, but it was just an excuse. After all, the other party still didn't believe him, and was still afraid that he would not keep his promise after leaving the palace, so he wanted to use this reason to trap him by his side and watch him constantly.

"Pretending to be a queen, right?" Luo Wenge asked, seeing Xiao Yulan nodding, he chuckled, "Okay, but you haven't forgotten that I'm still the young minister of Dali Temple, so I can't miss it every morning, right? I have to find all the ones I promised you. Deal with the opportunity, and then give some guidance and persuasion? If you don't let me leave the palace, doesn't it mean that you want me to break the contract in disguise and want me to die?"

Xiao Yulan folded her arms around her waist with an unpredictable expression.

"See if this works." Luo Wenge made a long talk gesture, wrapped up the quilt, and said earnestly, "I have to be here in the morning, and I must have official duties on weekdays. Communication with subordinates is even more indispensable. These must be out of the palace. , I promise that as long as there is nothing to do, I will stay in the palace and pretend to be a good queen. If you are worried about me leaving the palace, you can send shadow guards to follow me."

A gloomy look gathered between Xiao Yulan's brows: "If you violate this rule, I will not show mercy."

"You don't need to be merciful." Luo Wenge raised his brows slightly and said arrogantly.

Xiao Yulan frowned in displeasure, seeing someone smooth her hair and lay down on her side on the bed, as if about to go to bed, she suddenly became dissatisfied: "That's my bed, you're asleep, where will I sleep?"

"Isn't this a marriage bed?" Luo Wenge turned around, his complexion was even whiter under the background of the quilt, like the white snow accumulated in the cold winter, dazzling people's eyes, he didn't seem to know it at all, and was still reasoning with Xiao Yulan, "You It's the emperor, I'm the queen at this time, isn't this bed prepared for you and me? I slept on the inside, and there is still half of the outside, will you transform when you lie down and sleep, or what?"

Xiao Yulan made his words unreasonable, and after thinking for a long time, he could only force his words: "Presumptuous, I won't allow you to sleep on the bed."

Luo Wenge was already sleepy, and didn't want to chat with Xiao Yulan, so he was so annoyed that he pushed the quilt away and opened his arms: "Come here, I'll see where you take me."

Xiao Yulan was so annoyed by his dazzlingly white half body, she scolded in a low voice: "Have you learned etiquette, righteousness, and shame in the stomach of a dog?"

Luo Wenge lazily hooked back the quilt and lay down tightly, muttering: "I didn't learn, they are all men, what are you afraid of?"

Xiao Yulan couldn't answer.

What are you afraid of?

Xiao Yulan's face was cloudy and uncertain, seeing him not moving for a long time, she stepped forward to see that she was very angry, and she was so asleep that she didn't know the day or night.

This person is really... what a decent person!

In a hurry, His Majesty finally landed on the soft bed with the brocade quilt in his arms, thinking: We will wait and see tomorrow night.

In the middle of the night, the wind is cold, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and in Xuanyi Hall, which is far away from Fengqi Hall, the newly-canonized Concubine Shen Gui is leaning on the head of the bed with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes. Her lips moved slightly, revealing a soft voice, she frowned and said, "Be gentle."

The man smirked in a low voice, bit her earlobe and continued to exert force: "Qingqing, tell me, should it be heavy or light?"

Shen Guifei touched the man's lips with her fingertips dyed with scarlet cardamom, panting softly: "How do you know what I want?"

The man took her hand away, kissed her lips repeatedly, followed her lips down, and was pressed against her forehead by her, and said with a coquettish smile: "Don't leave any traces, I will sleep with the dog emperor in two days, you want him to know you Is it easy to chop off my head?"

After all, it was the emperor's woman who was sleeping. The man restrained Meng Lang in his bones in time, put his hands on Concubine Shen Gui's shoulders, and said nonsense: "If you don't stay, you won't stay. One day, I will let him see you and I are happy. Scream impotently."

Concubine Shen was in pain, her eyebrows frowned slightly: "Do you know that this is my hope? When the master is done, I will be free."

"It's coming soon." The man was so passionate that he didn't care about much, so he acted recklessly.

Concubine Shen Gui didn't care much, and fell in love with it.

Before dawn, a soft but not feminine voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, it's time to be ugly."

This reminder woke up not only Xiao Yulan who was making do with the midnight, but also Luo Wenge who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

The two looked at each other across half of the living room, and both turned their eyes away.

Xiao Yulan pinched the center of her eyebrows, looking a little tired: "Wait."

"Yes." The inquiry answered.

Wrapped in the quilt, Xiao Yulan walked to the bed, looked down at Luo Wenge from above, and said in a low voice, "You must not expose your face."

As a fake villain, Luo Wenge didn't have much preparation, so now he can only rely on Xiao Yulan: "Then what should I do?"

Xiao Yulan was silent for a moment: "Don't go out of Fengqi Palace for these two days. If someone comes to invite you, just say that you are unwell and bedridden."

"Why don't you let the shadow guard dress up for two days? I need to go out to do something." Luo Wenge said, instructing Xiao Yulan, "Can you get me a set of clean underwear?"

Xiao Yulan unconsciously walked to the closet, took out her clothes and walked to the bed. When she saw his most natural expression, she realized why she listened to him so much?

He said he was asked to get the clothes, but he rushed to get the clothes, what do we owe?

Xiao Yulan threw the clothes in front of him, turning her face like turning over a book: "You are not timid to treat me like a maid."

Luo Wenge took the shirt and shook it off, then threw it back in front of Xiao Yulan: "It's too young."

Is not this nonsensical?

Many things in Fengqi Palace were prepared for Empress Xu Jinyuan. He is a fake, and he is also a long-armed and long-legged old man. It would be hell if he could wear women's clothes.

Xiao Yulan quietly looked at Luo Wenge who was looking at her, and refused indifferently: "Don't even think about it!"

"It's just borrowing clothes, don't be so stingy." Luo Wenge moved towards the bed with the quilt wrapped around her. "It's a cooperative relationship, but also a friend. It's normal for a friend to borrow a new set of clothes."

"I am not friends with you." Xiao Yulan corrected, "I hold the power of your life and death."

Luo Wenge sighed: "Then let someone come in."

An ominous premonition rose in Xiao Yulan's heart.

"When they come in, I'll tell you that you have robbed me and forced me to marry into the harem under the pretext of marrying the daughter of a great general, so that the dignified young minister of Dali Temple will be reduced to a prisoner." Luo Wenge looked at Xiao Yulan more and more. With a darker face, he said without fear of death, "At that time, I will pretend to be an unbearable bumper to prove my innocence, what do you want?"

Xiao Yulan almost couldn't control her hand, silently said "Life is better than death is the most suitable for such shameless and reckless people", after dozens of times, reluctantly suppressed the killing intent, opened the closet in a muffled voice, and shook off her own clothes.

Luo Wenge took it and put it on slowly, the bright yellow color is the special color for emperors and empresses, so he can use it.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." This was the first time he used the word.

Xiao Yulan's face was stinky.

Luo Wenge lifted the quilt, and took out the white silk that is often used by the royal family to verify whether the emperor and empress have consummated their marriage: "Your Majesty, what should we do about this?"