Adore Trick of Beauty

"Maybe I am the one who plotted rebellion among the kings." King Jin said slowly: "Maybe I will let down the emperor brother in the end. Why do you believe me?"

"Just because the Emperor believes in you." Nie Wushuang smiled: "His vision of people is not wrong. You are a person worthy of his trust."

King Jin fell silent immediately. He looked at Nie Wushuang in the pavilion and turned around with a sneer: "I will help the emperor brother, but not because the emperor brother and you trust me, but because I will definitely do this. Feng"

After he said that, he turned around and walked away.

Nie Wushuang looked at his coldly leaving figure and sighed softly in her heart. In King Jin's heart, he was still the culprit who killed Xiao Fengqing.

Xiao Fengqing...she felt sad and painful again. I don’t know where he has gone now or how he is doing now.

But what is certain is that he has decided not to see her again, never again. The nanmu hairpin he carved with his own hands was placed on the window sill, but he no longer appeared no matter how she called.

Tears suddenly fell from her eyes. She stared at the silence in the room, and finally slowly returned to the Manna Hall. When the palace attendants saw the queen coming back, they bowed their heads and retreated. She came to the bed and looked at Xiao Fengming's peaceful sleeping face. He must be tired tonight. Looking at his handsome profile, the palace was so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat.

She knelt down beside the bed and looked at him like this, feeling sour and soft in her heart. Why did God want to manipulate people's fate so arbitrarily? Why did she meet Xiao Fengqing and meet the gentle and affectionate Xiao Fengming again. Between two people, she was destined to owe another person in this life.

"Come back?" Xiao Fengming opened his eyes and smiled at her: "I actually fell asleep."

The candlelight was so soft that it slightly obscured the sick look on his face. Nie Wushuang raised his eyes, blurred by tears, as if he could still see the calm and almost worshipful emperor.

"What's wrong?" He reached out and stroked her cheek, but he felt tears on his hand.

"It's nothing." Nie Wushuang shook his head and wiped the tears from his eyes: "I have sand in my eyes."

Xiao Fengming smiled slightly, picked her up and put her on the bed. His pleasant scent hit her face, making her nose even more sore. She buried her head in his arms and cried quietly again. Xiao Fengming didn't ask any questions, just caressed her back again and again. He never wanted to force her to do something she didn't want to say, even if he knew she was sad about other people and things.

But what does it matter? She loves him and is willing to come back. This is enough for him.

Nie Wushuang cried silently for a while, then raised his head and said apologetically: "Your Majesty, I am my concubine..."

"Feng Ming." Xiao Fengming interrupted her and smiled slightly: "When there is no one around, I still like you to call me Feng Ming."

"Feng Ming." Nie Wushuang leaned against him gently: "Prince Jin can help the emperor."

"I know." Xiao Fengming felt warm in his heart as he thought of his youngest brother. At times like this, this trust is even more rare.

Nie Wushuang sighed softly: "But King Jin still has knots in his heart."

Xiao Fengming looked down at her and asked with his eyes. Nie Wushuang then smiled bitterly and said: "He has never been able to let go of King Rui's death."

Xiao Fengming suddenly realized it. He looked deeply at Nie Wushuang, who had a sad face: "So he said something that hurt your heart, right?"

Nie Wushuang smiled bitterly: "It's not his fault. The world has a deep prejudice against concubines."

Xiao Fengming shook her hand comfortingly: "One day, Prince Jin will understand, but now is not the time."

Nie Wushuang nodded and leaned against him: "I never expected anyone to understand me." She raised her head and looked at Xiao Fengming: "As long as you are with Fengming, it will be good."

Xiao Fengming's heart felt hot, and he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her deeply. This kiss was so lingering, gentle and graceful. He didn't allow her to escape anymore, grabbed her waist and entangled with her. Nie Wushuang finally broke away from him, blushed, and whispered: "No, Your Majesty... Feng Ming, the imperial doctor said you are still sick..."

Xiao Fengming chuckled and buried his head in the crook of her neck. His hot breath sprayed on her sensitive neck, making her heart tremble.

"Feng Ming..." She wanted to push him away. He had pinned her down on the bed and loosened her clothes, revealing his strong chest. Nie Wushuang was surrounded by his aura, and her heart was pounding.

She raised her shy beautiful eyes and looked at him steadily.

"Wushuang, we are husband and wife." He kissed her eyes, and her lips fell on her slender neck, winding down and printing on her snow-white chest. His kiss was lingering and hot, making it impossible for her to break away.

Her body was slightly cold, and he had already penetrated her body, tracing every inch of her jade-like skin. His slightly cool hands brushed against her, causing her to shiver.

"Wushuang..." He whispered her name in her ear in a low voice, with deep affection.

The thin curtain fell, the palace lanterns in the palace swayed, everything was as beautiful as a dream. His gaze caused Nie Wushuang's face to slowly blush like a peach blossom. Her clothes gradually faded away, and she coaxed her face to kiss his chest, where the bright red wound was still the same as before.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked softly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Xiao Fengming smiled slightly, took her hand and touched his heart: "No matter how serious the injury is, it will heal one day. No matter what, we will grow old together."

His eyes were firm, and the omnipotent emperor was back again. The uneasiness in her heart gradually found a place to rely on. She kissed his wounds and lit a fire in him. With the shadow covering her body, he had taken off her last piece of clothing.

It was a quiet night in late spring, with grass and insects chirping, and it was quiet. She closed her eyes with a smile and hugged the warm and ready body tightly. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, but this was not sadness, but joy.

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