Your Majesty, don't worry

It didn't snow, but a few snowflakes floated on the tip of the nose.A trace of coolness diffused from the tip of the nose and slid into the bottom of the heart, so cold that one couldn't help shivering.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Qingbai turned around, the table was empty, Lin Sang had already gone out, there were a few oranges and two intact roast chickens on the table.It's incredible that this guy didn't eat the chicken that grew up listening to pipa music.There was only one candle lit in the room, and the place without candle light was dark.

Today's weather seems to be a bit too cold.Su Qingbai gathered her robe and looked into the darkness.He knew that when he felt this way, it was usually accompanied by a bloodbath.He took out a piece of ginger candy from his pocket and put it in his mouth. The warm and hazy taste of ginger melted in his mouth, and there was Qi Yan's breath.

The door was pushed open with a "squeak", and a person walked in, with a graceful figure and an attractive posture. In the gray darkness, the silk robe on his body was shining white.He walked slowly to the candlelight, revealing a beautiful face, so cute and pitiful.

He walked slowly to the table, peeled an orange casually, picked up a piece of orange flesh and put it into his mouth, whispered softly: "It's cold, Mr. Su sleeps alone, isn't he lonely?"

"I've just finished singing a play, and before I can take a breath, I'm looking for people to suppress me everywhere. I'm really busy." Su Qingbai sneered.

The man also laughed, and said coquettishly: "It's not everywhere, it's looking for you."

"Oh? You and I met by chance, what do you like about me?"

"I just want to know whether you were suppressed or the one who suppressed you." He put another slice of orange into his mouth, with the fragrance on his lips, "Why did the emperor miss you for so many years?"

Su Qingbai lowered her eyes, her eyes were dark and boundless, she thought for a long time before she figured out who this actor was.

The man stood up and approached slowly, exhaling the fragrance of oranges, "That year, the emperor only caught crickets with you once in Lanyuan, and he engraved you in his heart."

He was very close to Su Qingbai, and his lips were only a point away from Su Qingbai's face.

"It was only later that I found out that you are the eldest son of the king of Northern Xinjiang. This face is indeed unique." He blew lightly on Su Qingbai's face.

Su Qingbai didn't refuse, and took him over, with her back turned to her, and one hand reached under his body.

"Don't talk, I don't want to listen to you, what you want to do, just do it." Su Qing smiled, but her tone was like a thin knife, with the coldness to the bone.

The skills of his subordinates are not proficient, but a few back and forth, but also made the person in front of him groan.

"what……"

The man lied in Su Qingbai's arms, took a deep breath, and couldn't say anything anymore.

Su Qing remained expressionless, "Are you comfortable?"

The man didn't answer, paralyzed into a puddle of spring water.Maybe it was too happy and comfortable, ignoring a flash of light in front of her eyes.

"Ah..." This time it was a scream.

Su Qingbai let go of his hand, and the man slid to the ground, with blood gushing from between his legs, looking palely at the man in front of him with a face as frosty as snow.

He grinned and frowned, unable to tell whether it was pain or twitching on his face.

Su Qingbai took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped off the blood on the golden knife, threw the brocade handkerchief in front of the man, and said in a solemn tone: "This brocade handkerchief was given by the emperor, and this golden knife was also given by the emperor. Not bad."

He added: "If you provoke me, you will be able to see the emperor? How naive."

The man opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth, but said nothing.