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When Shen Zhaoxue climbed up, Di Yunge was already sound asleep, he turned him over, hugged him in his arms, looked at that handsome cheek, lowered his head and kissed his brow, and fell asleep together with him.

Shen Zhaoxue had a dream.

In a dream, he met Di Yunge for the first time.

After writing the test questions by himself, he sat on the mat and saw Di Yunge looking at him behind him.

Shen Jinyu pretended to write and bent over to pick it up, but she actually peeked at him.

The eyes of the two collided.

Shen Zhaoxue was the first to look away, her cheeks blushing.

After finishing the volume, he deliberately walked slowly, hoping to meet Di Yunge.

Before he waited too long, the sound of saluting came from behind.

Shen Zhaoxue swallowed, her heart pounding in her throat, she looked left and right, ready to give Di Yunge a chance, a chance to hug him.

So he pretended that his feet were slippery, and fell backwards, hoping that Di Yunge could support him.

But Di Yunge is not that kind of person.

Seeing him fell to the ground, Di Yunge took a step back, the distance was enough for Shen Zhaoxue to see him even when he fell.

"Shen Zhaoxue? The prime minister's son?" Di Yunge chuckled and looked down at him, "What you asked was all rumors, so stupid."

The screen turns.

Shen Zhaoxue dreamed that he was not wearing a peony at the Qionglin Banquet, and Di Yunge chose the most beautiful one and pinned it in his hair. Seeing that he was sweating, he wiped his sweat with an embroidered handkerchief.

But this time, it was Shen Zhaoxue who held his hand and would not let go.

"Is this Shen Zhuangyuan?" Di Yunge frowned and looked at Shen Zhaoxue.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Shen Zhaoxue rubbed the delicate back of her hand and smiled, "I don't know what to say, I dare to ask Dujia from the Jiaotang team to give you a gift."

Di Yunge's phoenix eyes stared slightly, but then he returned to normal, "Heh."

"The champions of several dynasties have always asked me to marry them. Marrying the princess and them is good for you. You can climb the dragon and the phoenix, and reach the sky in one step. You just want to climb to my dragon bed." Di Yunge bent down and whispered in his ear, "Shen Zhuangyuan Tell me, what is so good about me that it made you hate me?"

"Brave and courageous, ambitious." Shen Zhaoxue turned her face, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty is so good-looking, there should be another flavor on the bed."

After Shen Zhaoxue finished speaking, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Di Yunge backed away in shock, Dang even blushed, waved his sleeves and left.

It was getting late, Shen Zhaoxue was a little drunk, and when he woke up, he was already in Di Yunge's carriage.

Seeing him wake up, Di Yunge immediately asked, "Are you awake?"

Shen Zhaoxue nodded.

Di Yunge looked at his cheek, raised his hand to caress it, and wanted to kiss him when he drew closer.

Seeing him slowly approaching, Shen Zhaoxue was a little dissatisfied, she put her hands forward, sat on Di Yunge's body, lowered her head and pressed his head to kiss him.

Because she was sitting on him, Shen Zhaoxue was very clear about Xiaoge's situation.

Being kissed by him, Di Yunge's eyes widened, but Shen Zhaoxue's mouth was too sweet, so she didn't push it away.

But gradually, Di Yunge realized that something was wrong.

Didn't Shen Zhaoxue sit on him?

Why did he become the next one when he pushed it?

Di Yunge was furious, even though he wanted to get up, he didn't expect Shen Zhaoxue to take a step ahead of him, pulled off the girdle from his waist, and grabbed his hand.

"What do you want to do!" Xing Mei frowned slightly, and her phoenix eyes stared straight.

Shen Zhaoxue smiled, pressed him, tied his hands, and tied them to the window.

"Do what His Majesty wants your subjects to do." Shen Zhaoxue pushed back the messy robe.

Di Yunge panicked, but remained calm on his face, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill your nine clans?"

"But Your Majesty said just now that he would not kill his ministers. Would he want to go back on his word?" Shen Zhaoxue sat on him and pulled out her girdle.

"So what if I go back and forth? You dare to disrespect me, I..."

Di Yunge was interrupted by him before he finished speaking.

"A gentleman said that a four-horse horse is hard to chase. Your Majesty just said back. Now that you and I are in a carriage, it is better to run and kill this horse first. The horse does not stop, the minister does not stop, what does your majesty think?"

As soon as Shen Zhaoxue's words fell, Di Yunge became angry, and stretched out his foot to kick his chest, trying to knock him to the ground.

"You're the next one, you're so brave." There was a creaking sound of the girdle on the window.

Shen Zhaoxue was tied extremely tightly, Di Yunge fiddled with it several times but didn't open it.

"I'm not very courageous, how can I bully you?" Shen Zhaoxue hugged his tender lips.

Di Yunge stared and turned his head desperately, but he still grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him.

The little tongue was soft and slippery, stirring back and forth in his mouth, Di Yunge lost his head, opened his mouth and bit down, the pain made Shen Zhaoxue gasp.

"Your Majesty is so good at biting people." Shen Zhaoxue trembled wherever she reached out her hand, "Your Majesty will keep your voice down for a while, or they will hear you, Your Majesty, where is your majesty?"

Di Yunge became anxious, even the end of his eyes were red.

He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't understand how he, a tyrant, would be reduced to being crushed by the new champion.

Shen Zhaoxue dropped the crown on her hair and fell to the ground. Di Yunge watched and saw that they rolled over on the ground for a while, and Zhu'er couldn't stabilize and rolled on the ground.

The black hair was hanging down, Shen Zhaoxue combed it with her fingers, and combed it slowly for him, maybe it was too much tangle, Di Yunge frowned and said in pain.

Seeing Di Yunge frown, Shen Zhaoxue finally couldn't bear it, leaned over to kiss his brows and eyes to appease him, "Just let it go."

The hair was attached to the body, and Di Yunge's body was trembling due to the pain. For some reason, more and more hair was tangled. After Shen Zhaoxue combed it a few times, Di Yunge's forehead was sweating and his toes were clenched in pain.

Unable to bear the pain, hair straightening is the most uncomfortable, even the scalp hurts.

But fortunately, after a few combs, the tangled hair disappeared. Just as Di Yunge wanted to catch his breath, Shen Zhaoxue brought the comb.

Comb by hand, the gap between the combs will naturally be larger, but with a real comb, the gap is smaller, and there will naturally be more pain when combing hair.

Although Di Yunge was patient in every possible way, he couldn't help but said slightly, "It hurts."

Big drops of sweat fell from his forehead, and even his eyelashes were beaded.

Fu Laibao by the window heard the words and hurriedly asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Di Yunge was so horrified that he hurriedly glanced at Shen Zhaoxue and told him to stop, but he ignored it and combed it more and more obsessively.

"Heart...distressed." Panting weakly, Di Yunge looked at Mo's hair that had fallen to the ground, and secretly scolded Shen Zhaoxue for not being human.

"Does Your Majesty want to call the imperial physician?" Fu Laibao's words were full of worry.

After combing to the end, Di Yunge groaned, but then felt something was wrong, and gave Shen Zhaoxue a look, "It's okay, the blue hair just fell to the ground."

After driving for a while, the carriage arrived at Shen's residence, Fu Laibao ordered someone to take the stool and put it away, and waited for Di Yunge for a while, but when no one came down, he called out.

"Go to another palace."

The curtain flipped slightly, revealing the crown that had fallen to the ground.

Fu Laibao frowned, didn't say anything after all, called the coachman and turned around again.

But when they got to the other palace, Di Yunge didn't come down again and told them to leave first.

Fu Laibao felt that Emperor Yunge was weird, but he didn't dare to ask directly, so he had to send someone to leave together.

"Satisfied?" Di Yunge sweated on his forehead, looking at Shen Zhaoxue who combed his hair.

Shen Zhaoxue smiled brightly, and even nodded her head.

"Easy." Di Yunge turned his head to make it easier for him to comb.