Turning the City Down: The Concubine Concubine

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Jiao Qingchen was stunned by the almost gentle look in his eyes.However, she soon came back to her senses, and said with a sneer, "No joke, don't you remember the emperor's will?"

"I just remember that I told you twice that I couldn't bear it." After finishing speaking, he suddenly lowered his head and covered her lips.

Shallowly tried to taste, but was suddenly bitten by Qingchen, he suffered the pain, but suddenly hugged her even tighter, and plundered fiercely, but it seemed to prove something.

Qingchen couldn't break free from him, and was kissed fiercely by him. When she was about to stop breathing, she saw a trace of distress in his eyes, and then, her strength slowed down.

Qingchen tried hard to break free from him, but he left her lips as she wished, but still held her in his arms, breathing in her breath: "I have been looking for you for seven days, seven days, and I never thought that you would Here. If..." He paused, omitting a word, and said, "I will go crazy."

If she still asked why now, she would be an idiot.But she didn't ask why, but she was still stunned, full of surprise and shock in her heart, she just couldn't believe it.She hated him so much, hated him to the bone.And he would only torture her, he even gave her to the second prince of Nanyue, how could it be possible...

"Let me go..." Qingchen broke his hand vigorously, but there was a tremor in her voice, as if she was afraid of something.Her strength was insignificant to him, and she was finally annoyed: "Let go!"

He looked at her deeply, his eyes darkened: "Let go of her for seven days, I'm going crazy. In this life, I will never let go again!" After finishing speaking, he hugged her horizontally and entered the room , put her on the simple bed, leaned over and kissed her.

Qingchen felt that she was sinking, in the boundless darkness, she sank into that unknown situation bit by bit.His breath brushed against her ears, slightly heavy, and a soft kiss fell on her earlobe, her body trembled slightly, her throat was clearly blocked, but she couldn't make it out.

Finally, a slight coolness moistened her face, she raised her hand to wipe it off, but he grabbed her wrist.The wet marks on her face were kissed away bit by bit, her tears became more turbulent, she squeezed herself tightly, but was tightly held in his arms——

"No matter how much you hate me, I won't let you go."

When I woke up the next morning, there was no one around me, and outside the tent, there was the sound of soldiers practicing.Qingchen stretched out his hand to test it out, the quilt over there was already cold, it could be seen that he had already got up.

On the head of the bed were her clothes, which were neatly placed.In the barracks, there must be no maids to serve, and she is here, other men can't get in, who else can arrange the clothes so neatly for her?

Qingchen sat silently for a long while, finally got up, walked to the tent after washing, opened the curtain slightly and looked outside.

The drills of the soldiers were over, and they all stood neatly in place.Accompanied by An Zimo, the emperor inspected among the soldiers, with a rare gentle smile on his resolute and handsome face.When he saw a young soldier who was only in his teens, he even stretched out his hand to wipe the dust off the soldier's face, with concern and love in his eyes: "Thank you for your hard work."

The corner of the little soldier's mouth twitched slightly, and finally wept and knelt down: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern."

An Zimo hurriedly helped him up, and the surrounding soldiers were all moved, looking at the young emperor in front of him.Because of the turmoil about killing An Zimo yesterday, all the soldiers in the army were actually dissatisfied with the emperor, but after the scene just now, they were all moved.

Qingchen stood behind the curtain and watched, but found that his eyes were cast from afar, and he threw the curtain, turned around and walked into the inner tent.

It was night, a little bonfire was lit in the barracks, everyone sat on the ground, the emperor was in the middle, there was no distinction between monarch and minister, and there was no respect between upper and lower.The soldiers who had been stationed in the frontier all came to toast one after another, and the emperor would not refuse anyone who came, and drank them all one by one.It is a supreme honor to sit and drink with the current Holy Majesty. The morale of all the soldiers is high, and the military songs are louder and louder.

In the midst of the peace, An Zimo, who was sitting next to the emperor, got up quietly, walked to a small river in the south of the military camp, sat down quietly, took out the wine bag, but couldn't drink it at all, just about to raise his hand and throw it out , but was suddenly snatched away.

"Good wine, why throw it away?" The emperor's voice came from behind, An Zimo was about to stand up, but he was held down by him, and he sighed, "Zimo, in fact, you are blaming me in your heart. of."

An Zimo lowered his head, looked at the sparkling river in front of him, and said nothing.

The emperor also looked at the river, but his eyes were far and wide. After a long time, he suddenly chuckled: "It's not that I want to fight with my favorite minister, but why should it be her? Because it's her, I won't fight with the sword." Instead, take it back, take back what I left behind many years ago..."

An Zimo was slightly startled, and turned to look at him, only to find that the young emperor's face was so strange at this moment.

He entered the palace since he was a child, became the attendant of the twelve princes, and often met with the emperor.From childhood memories, this sixth prince was gloomy and lonely, and did not make friends with any prince.And after ascending the throne, he was as fierce and intimidating as before.

But at this moment, there was a slight sense of disappointment on his face, and his eyes were slightly confused. His usually resolute and sharp-edged face was now soft and helpless.

An Zimo seemed to understand something, but he seemed even more confused.He clearly has true feelings for Qingchen, otherwise he would not have left the palace and chased him all the way here.But he is the emperor, he is usually the emperor who is indifferent and indifferent, what is the reason for his love for Qingchen?

But which one is real, the him here and now, or the usual him?

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