After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Yan Ge nodded: Yes, Your Majesty has a token for me to freely enter and exit the palace gate.

She said with a low smile: Is your body okay?

He still wanted to hear her talk about her relationship with the emperor, but she had already turned the subject away, and his heart suddenly fluttered, even he himself couldn't tell what emotion it was: Very good.

Last time you were in a coma. I was so scared that I didn't dare to see you again. I heard His Majesty said that you were depleted of essence and blood. I think it was because I went too far that day, and I always wanted to say sorry to you.

Nalan Mo: ...

His blood loss?

His blood loss?

What does she mean by that?

Does that mean he can't do it?

He subconsciously squeezed her hand tightly: Depleted of essence and blood?

Yan Ge didn't seem to notice the danger in his words, and said with a smile: Yes, Your Majesty is very distressed, saying that you are sick, and many things have been piled up for him to deal with. He wonders how a person like you can lose blood , I suspect that you have countless beauties in the mansion, and you will be the bridegroom every night.

Nalanmo: ...This emperor, is that how he thinks of him in his heart?

However, her voice was clear and vivid, and when she spoke with a smile, it was as pleasant as the tinkling of wind chimes.

In his mind, it was her voice that repeated over and over again.

Her voice is really nice.

She shook his hand: Is there any beauty in your house?

He hurriedly said, Not one.

After a pause, he said in a low voice: The beauty I've been dreaming of is by my side right now, there is nothing else except this one!

She giggled lightly, and the laughter was extremely carefree, as if he had told some extremely funny jokes.

The next moment, she put her arms around his neck and her face was close to his.

She still has a bamboo hat on her face, and the thin black gauze sticks to her face, and also sticks to his face.

Through a layer of black veil, he met her eyes.

She stood on tiptoe, her lips moved up slowly, and touched his lips.

The black gauze was rough, but her lips were soft and moist.

His hand was involuntarily pressed on the back of her head, even if he couldn't touch her deeply, he didn't want her to leave.

My lord. She called softly in a low voice, I'm afraid of the sun, do you have a sedan chair?

When talking like this, her lips were on his lips, like a feather was flicking, itching, numb, making his throat extremely thirsty.

He has never been greedy for beauty, nor is he a person who will be manipulated by women.

But from the moment he saw her just now, all his thoughts seemed to be affected by her.

In the bottom of my eyes and my heart, she was the only one left.

It was she who took a step back to keep a distance from him, and he said, Yes.

He was not in good health, and wherever he went, the sedan chair followed him.

He called out to the seemingly empty surroundings: Yang Lu.

As soon as the words fell, four people immediately came out carrying a soft sedan under the shade of a tree.

Yan Ge took Nalan Mo's hand and walked towards the sedan chair.

He opened the sedan chair curtain and said softly to him, This sedan chair is very spacious, let's squeeze it together.

The four bearers were used to Nalanmo, even though they all looked down and regarded themselves as logs, they couldn't help being surprised when they heard Yange's words.

The Prime Minister has been obsessed with cleanliness since he was a child. Because of his weak body, all his utensils have been washed countless times. This woman's words are really bold.

They thought that the prime minister would definitely refuse.

Unexpectedly, their superior Prime Minister actually said in a low voice: Okay.