The fast-traveling boss conspired against me

An Xugui is very serious, very earnestly portraying Chao Song's delicate and indifferent eyebrows and eyes.

He looked at the person inch by inch, but his heart became more and more hot.

"...Don't move." An Xugui's voice was hoarse, he lifted Chao Song's chin, and rubbed his fingers on the soft lips through the fabric.

A rustling gust of wind blew in from the window, the man lowered his head slightly and bit Chao Song's lips.

When he closed his eyes, he suddenly raised his eyes towards Song.

The pitch-black pupils were wide open, and his emotions fluctuated violently.

The tip of the tongue nimbly attacked in, making people caught off guard.The smell of strong wine makes people intoxicated. Every time the two soft touches touch, it seems that what they touch is not the body, but the soul.

The crackling sparks exploded so that Zhao Song was dizzy.

The court ladies and eunuchs in the palace retreated with discernment, the surroundings were quiet, and Chao Song heard the man's heartbeat.

After a while, An Xugui retreated.

The corner of his mouth was curled into a smile, his eyes were still a little dark, he brushed Chao Song's lips with his fingertips, and said: "...I wiped the concubine clean for me."

"Very sweet." The man whispered into Chao Song's ear.

His lips were numb, and Chao Song wanted to lick them, but he still maintained his superficial calm.A blush quietly bloomed on the earlobe, carrying an indescribable heat.

"...En." Chao Song responded in a low voice, then lowered his eyes, and tightened his sleeves with his slender fingers.

The emperor seemed to be very leisurely today, after Chao Song's companions finished their meal, An Xugui had no intention of leaving.

After noon, the sun finally showed its head today.The gloomy weather swept away, and the sunny day after the snow was extraordinarily clear.

"Come out with me for a walk."

An Xugui naturally clasped Chao Song's hand, and the two of them put on fox furs and walked out.

Although there is sunshine, there is no temperature.The air was dry and bitingly cold, and he opened his mouth slightly to exhale, and the white mist blurred the world in front of him.

Chao Song kept his head down, letting An Xugui lead him away.He couldn't refuse, but he didn't want to respond either.

The palms gradually became hot and humid, the temperature of two people.

The further he walked, the more familiar the scenery in front of him felt to Song Song.He couldn't help raising his head, and suddenly realized that they had come to the cold palace.

Chao Song glanced at An Xugui, although he was puzzled, he would not speak up.

Sure enough, the man understood what he meant.

"Go in and have a look." An Xugui pulled Chao Song to open the door, and continued in a leisurely tone: "It was too dilapidated, and it was going to be repaired anyway. I happened to find that the scenery here is beautiful. It's a pity to be a cold palace."

"Send someone to draw up the blueprints and design, and renovate and build a palace on the spot to kill time for my concubine."

After entering, Chao Song realized that although it was still the original place, he could no longer find the familiar feeling from the beginning.

The red walls and black tiles, the green bamboo mountain scenery, the winding corridors are poetic and picturesque, and the soles of the feet are colorful koi.Bend a small arch bridge, with a scheming mind, walk through the cobblestone-covered path, and the words on the plaque in front of the hall are majestic.

"Qingya Palace, do you like it?" An Xugui pulled people in.

The layout of the entire hall was beyond recognition, and both Chaosong and Song Dynasties were shocked.The main hall is divided into several parts, the largest one in the east is neatly arranged bamboo slips and books.

They are arranged in categories, involving many fields, and almost all kinds are available. At a cursory glance, it is no less than a library.

The other parts include Guqin, calligraphy and painting. The decoration in the hall is simple and elegant, with a dignified atmosphere, and even the copper bells hanging on the corners of the upturned eaves have a clear and ethereal sound.

It is indeed in line with the name of the palace, elegant and elegant, clean and elegant, and incompatible with the wealth and honor of the palace.

"Do you like it?" An Xugui saw that Chao Song was caressing a guqin, his eyes were calm and indifferent, as if he was untouched by the world and independent.

"like."

Chao Song really likes it.

Although he shows a very indifferent attitude towards everything, he also has a heart and has things he wants to prefer.

It's just because no one has ever given him the right to be willful, nor will he be given fair favor.

Chao Song has been used to not being able to express.

But An Xugui could tell that he liked it.

The man stood behind Chao Song, the shadow covered Chao Song's body, An Xugui bent down, his voice was a little lazy and soft, with a low hoarse feeling, as if rubbing against the apex of his heart.

"Try it."

The sunlight pierces through the biting cold wind, and the clear and ethereal chords brush away the complicated and complex veiled in my heart, like a trickle of water, slipping out under the fingers of green onions.

An Xugui is not good at music theory, but only has a superficial understanding, so his eyes still stay too much on the beauties.

Thin shoulder blades, a straight back, and three thousand black silks as long as the waist, and the waist is slender.

The faint fragrance seemed to refresh the heart and soul with the sound of the piano, the man leaned over from behind, the scorching temperature made Chao Song's men pause for a moment.

An Xugui put his arms around Chao Song's waist, he was a little taller than others, when he lowered his head slightly, his tall nose touched Chao Song's neck, spraying hot air.

"Concubine Ai, keep playing."

On the surface, he pretended to be calm and calm, but the rhythm of the strings still made waves, and Chao Song's panic could be heard in the slightly hasty ending.

After the song was over, the man still didn't move.

The sun is setting, the setting sun is infinitely beautiful, the strings are still vibrating aftertaste, the tall figure of the man is pressed on the thin shoulders of the young man, the picture is indescribably harmonious and peaceful.

"It's a good piece, I've practiced it for a long time."

"... I don't remember, it probably started when I was very young." The voice was as cold as ever, but a little ethereal.

An Xugui raised his head and glanced sideways, he was getting closer to the person, he noticed that the end of Chao Song's eyes was raised, the pupils were dark but clear, cold and cold, but with the temptation of not being stained with dust.

This unique temperament is difficult to mix. Chao Song is introverted but not innocent, quiet but not ignorant, both born in the royal family, I have to admit that I can truly be able to get out of the mud without being stained, clean the waves without being demonic People, too few, too few.

The news that the emperor spent a lot of money to renovate a palace for the North Korean beauty disappeared in the palace.

Rumor has it that the blueprint was designed and drawn by the emperor himself, and he sent people to search for countless nearly lost precious classics, handed down Guqin, and even wrote an inscription to name the palace, just for the smile of the Pomeranians.

Bang, bang, overturned the makeup and jewelry on the table, and the face of the person in the bronze mirror was hideous.Wei Meiren touched her delicate skin, her lips were bright red and coquettish, and the tails of her eyes were thin red.Beauty is beauty, but it is deliberately gaudy.

"Damn it," his eyes were full of cruelty, and he paused every word, as if he wanted to goug out the flesh and blood of a person. "The empress dowager is too confused and useless. In the end, I still have to rely on myself."

Wei Meiren never thought that he would contribute to the smooth escape of Chao Song from the cold palace. He got people in, and now he let them out indirectly.

He really didn't expect the queen mother to let the emperor bring people out...

Suppressing the strong emotions in her eyes, Meiren Wei exhaled, hooked the corners of her lips, and the hooks at the end of her eyes fluttered like butterflies.