[Liu Li Bolin Emperor] The Three Realms and you, I want

Xu Shi obtained enough comfort from the dream, and Fu Li's attitude towards Bo Lin also changed from rejection to lukewarm and polite.Bo Lin couldn't say whether this change was good or bad, because this kind of alienation made him feel like an outsider all the time, and he felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

The matter of taking over as Emperor of Heaven is easy to say, but there must be no mistakes in all aspects. Bo Lin thought that Fu Li was pregnant and couldn't work hard, so he arranged the succession ceremony for a year later.Fu Li nodded casually, she has been waiting for so many years, is there still one year left?

Fu Li asked Bo Lin to temporarily hand over part of the government affairs to her. This request was reasonable, and Bo Lin couldn't refuse, but he was worried after all, so he carefully selected some papers that would not disturb people and sent them to her personally every day. That.

If people knew that the majestic Emperor Bo Lin was also part-time as an immortal servant who delivered memorials every day, he would lose a lot of glasses.Fu Li has extraordinary knowledge. He used to handle the affairs of the Western Heaven on behalf of the Queen Mother of the West. He can be regarded as the unknown master of the Western Heaven. Now it is no problem to deal with these things.

Bo Lin nodded silently in his heart. When Fu Li was dealing with government affairs, he had to talk to him. Sometimes he would give her some of his spiritual power to make the child more peaceful.At this time, Fu Li always looked at him with complicated expressions, melancholy flashed in his eyes, loss and a touch of sadness, and she would need more comfort in her dreams at night.

Ever since he used the dream-entry technique that day, Bo Lin basically entered Fu Li's dream every day unshakably.How indifferent Fu Li was to him during the day, how attached she was to him in her dreams.They are intimate with each other in their dreams, but in reality they are completely opposite.

Today, in his dream, Bo Lin tentatively said to Fu Li: "Madam, you should know that I have a special relationship with Emperor Bo Lin. In this situation, have you ever thought about..." Before he finished speaking, Fu Li Li's index finger touched his lips: "Between the two of us, don't mention outsiders."

Bo Lin was taken aback, and subconsciously stretched out his arms to hug Fu Li, who nestled obediently in his arms, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "I never felt that he had anything to do with you. From the first time I saw him, I I knew he was not my husband anymore. He looked at me so coldly, so coldly, as if I was nothing to him. But when you look at me, your eyes are always so gentle and hot, You are the only one in the world who would look at me like that."

Bo Lin tried his best to think back. When he just returned to the fairy body, he really doubted Fu Li's purpose, so he treated her a little coldly, but it wasn't so... so cold, right?Or is it that his eyes are easily misunderstood?

Fu Li continued: "You have warmth, but the emperor is like a piece of ice, if you get too close, you will get frostbite. He has practiced the ruthless way for so many years, I am afraid that he will not be emotional long ago, why should I take it for myself? What about the humiliation? As long as my husband can stay with me in my dreams, I will be satisfied."

She shrank into Bo Lin's arms again, as if only his presence could bring her enough sense of security.Bo Lin stroked her hair, his voice stagnant: "Maybe Dijun is not like yours...his...his..."

Fu Li raised his head and met Bo Lin's eyes, with a thin mist in his eyes: "Even if he has feelings, I'm afraid it won't fall on me. I'm afraid that in his heart, I'm just a scheming girl who got pregnant with him by chance." The child's woman." She sniffled, and raised her voice slightly to hide her grievance: "It's up to him what he thinks, I don't care, and I don't want to explain to him."

Bo Lin tightened his arms silently, he didn't expect that some of his actions would hurt Fu Li so deeply.Fu Li put her hand on his neck, pulled it down slightly, and her lips and teeth met. While seeking comfort, she mumbled: "Would Dijun do these things with me? I don't like him at all, I just I love you, don't leave me..."

Crystal clear teardrops slipped down one by one from her beautiful face, while Bo Lin kissed her, he used his fingertips to wipe away her tears that seemed wronged and helpless.The tears were frighteningly hot, not only burning his fingers, but also making his heart shrink and ache.

The dream ended, and Bo Lin sat up from the bed, motionless for a while.Fu Li was bleary-eyed, stretched her waist, and got out of bed lazily, and the maids with sharp ears filed in to wash and dress her up.The maid who was in charge of combing her hair blushed and helped Fu Li comb her smooth long hair, she hesitated and said, "Your Highness, you look really good today."

Fu Li looked at herself in the mirror, and raised her eyebrows: "Maybe it was a good dream." She moved her fingers slightly, and the beauty's face in the mirror turned pale, as fragile as if it would break at the touch of a finger. Crystal Man.The little maid nodded meekly and stopped talking.

When Si Ming saw Bo Lin, Bo Lin was sitting at the desk, frowning, obviously upset.Si Ming secretly cried out, and said cautiously: "What's wrong with you, Dijun, is there anything bothering you? Do you want Xiaoxian to tell His Highness?"

Bo Lin gave Si Ming a sharp look, and his tone was slightly self-deprecating, and there was still some yin and yang: "Tell her, will she come? She is all about that mortal, so she can't see me!"

Ah... Si Ming is a little speechless, that mortal is Hao Chen?Isn't that Dijun yourself?Why are you still competing with yourself?He was speechless secretly, Dijun is really...unique...

He didn't dare to speak, but Bo Lin seemed to be more emotional, and he gritted his teeth slightly: "Tell me, why is she obsessed with that mortal body? What is the lifespan of a mortal? Doesn't she know it in her heart?" Clearly...obviously he It is the one who is more suitable for her and can be with her for a long time!

Si Ming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with a strong desire to survive: "Dijun, you are wrong to think so. Think about it, isn't Haochen yourself? You give your highness spiritual power every now and then, what is your highness thinking?" Can you not understand that you are the father of the child, her husband? It's just that you used to treat His Highness...some...just a few things were wrong. His Highness has always been wronged in his heart, so he vomited with you, saying that he only had Haochen in his heart. You can't really believe those angry words!"

Bo Lin sighed deeply, with gloomy brows: "I know..." Si Ming looked at his face carefully, hesitant to speak, and Bo Lin said impatiently: "If you have anything to say, talk quickly, hesitating What does it look like!"

Si Ming took a few steps back without a trace while talking, and glanced at the gate: "This...Xiaoxian heard that a fairy with red lips and white teeth came to His Highness this morning, and was responsible for reading the memorial to His Highness. Finally The important thing is... that Xianjun's appearance... is somewhat similar to that of the emperor... You can't say that, it's just... I heard that it is the kind of gentle and jade-like.... Like... Like... It should be More like Haochen..."

After finally finishing the news, Si Ming obviously felt the air pressure in the hall plummet, God, Si Ming is about to cry but has no tears, Dijun, I didn't arrange this fairy, don't target me!Bo Lin's whole body has been tense since he heard the news, and now he only feels an unquenchable anger in his heart. He closed his eyes, opened them, and slashed down with his right hand. .

Siming's little heart trembled, Dijun, you won't chop me up next time, don't, Xiaoxian hasn't lived enough yet!Fortunately, Bo Lin took a deep breath after smashing the table with his bare hands, and managed to calm down.He stood up and walked out without saying a word, Si Ming quickly caught up with him: "Dijun, where are we going?"

Bo Lin's cold words drifted in the wind like he squeezed out word by word: "Naturally, I'm going to meet...my substitute."

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Since using the dream-entry technique, Bo Lin has lived a happy life of "everything in the dream"