Your Majesty, don't worry

"Master Su?"

Lu Chan let out a low cry, not daring to show too much emotion, fearing that Su Qingbai, who had recovered her sanity, would be frightened again.

Lin Sang followed the black ants on the ground for a while, and there was a gentle mountain outside the forest. At this time, the sky was already dark, and the stars above his head were shining brightly.Lin Sang looked up at the huge black cloud over the top of the mountain. Even if there was a strong wind, it could not clear the night away.However, if that emperor made a mistake, the world would instantly turn black and white.

The three of them entered Hejian Town once again through the darkness of night.

It is already May, and the flowers are in full bloom, and the place is full of romance.

The drizzle is dense and soft in the desolate mountains. One person is standing in front of a thatched hut holding an oil-paper umbrella. The umbrella depicts unripe green plums. The person is half covered under the umbrella, and he looks like he will be blown by the wind immediately. The gesture of the rain.

The door of the hut was opened, and the person who opened the door was wearing a blue-green silk shirt. He glanced outside the door, not knowing whether he saw the person holding the oil-paper umbrella or the drizzle, he frowned, and immediately closed the door. When there was only a little gap left, it was suddenly pushed open, and it could no longer be closed.

"You hate me so much?" Su Zhiyun's voice was low, but with a hint of tenderness.

"How do you know I'm here?"

"My eyes have been following my Prince Qing."

Hearing the word "mine", Qi Qing blushed a little.He concealed the trace of emotion that emerged, glanced lightly at the person at the door, and said: "I want to go out, so please ask Shizi where to call and where to go back."

Su Zhiyun has long been used to Qi Qing's hot and cold, erratic, he walked forward slowly, grabbed his waist tightly and hugged him tightly, before Qi Qing could react, his lips were tightly blocked .

"Uh...it hurts..." A trace of sweet smell was sucked into Qi Qing's mouth by Su Zhiyun.

Although the door was closed, the wind sneaked into the room with the drizzle, messing up the hair of the person in Su Zhiyun's arms.

Qi Qing panted slightly, struggling to grab the arms that were holding him, but it was useless for a long time.

Su Zhiyun kissed Qi Qing's earlobe, freed one hand to play with the blue hair on his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Why do you let me into Jingxin Palace every time you don't like me?"

Su Zhiyun punched him hard on the chest a few times as if he was being told.

"It hurts so much, did you really hit me?"

"Let go of me first, and talk if you have something to say."

"I want to let you go, but you... are you sure you want me to let go?"

Su Zhiyun held Qi Qing's hand and slowly moved it under his body. The weather was humid and warm, and he didn't wear much clothes. Through the silk shirt, Qi Qing heard the beating of his heart, and he couldn't tell what was going on. From whose heart it came.

Su Zhiyun kissed Qi Qing's delicate eyebrows, one warm hand covered the other cold hand and stretched into the robe together.

"Well... don't want to..."

Qi Qing knew that the person who was holding her tightly was warm but cruel, gentle but fierce, once he fell into it, it would be beyond redemption.

"Really don't want it? Say it again and I'll listen."

Qi Qing looked at the boundless drizzle outside the window with the only remaining sliver of clarity, a layer of mist filled his eyes, blending with the white mist outside the window.

He pressed his face against Su Zhiyun's chest, and unconsciously pulled his hand with one hand to speed up his movements. At this moment, everything he said was trying to cover up.

"My lord is always so duplicity, I feel pity..."