ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

The first lesson that Cang Hengzi taught Your Majesty was to take the initiative.

But he didn't teach me what to do after taking the initiative.

"……Feel sorry,"

Du Xinghe heard His Majesty's low apology in his ear: "I don't know what to say for now, can you let me stay like this for a while?"

She nodded in agreement.

Those arms were filled with excitement, even the tone of voice was trembling slightly, but the embrace was very restrained, without any taste of tenderness - creating an ambiguous atmosphere is a science, some people are born with the ability, some have never experienced it and have no way to learn it, even a passionate hug can make him feel immature and clumsy.

Emperor Ying Cang is the latter.

After a moment, he asked hesitantly: "At this time, should I explain why I like you?"

In Oriental love, authentication is an extremely important part. Love or not, like or not, cannot be decided lightly, otherwise it would be frivolous. One must know each other before being able to be committed.

Love at first sight seems to lack persuasiveness, but love that comes naturally is more lasting and reliable.

Emperor Ying Cang himself had thought about this question countless times.

Do you really like it?

Why is it her?

I have lived for so long and have never fallen in love with anyone. Maybe he just doesn't need love in his life... I have come this far, why should I let Cang Hengzi laugh at him for being a hopeless case or for his old house catching fire?

But he can't.

When the words came to my lips, I heard Du Xinghe say, "Actually, there's no need to explain."

"I'm just afraid that I can't convince you, and that you think I'm joking."

"You like my evidence, I've heard it."

The heartbeat through the clothes was like thunder.

Fortunately, he has an extraordinary body and his heart can withstand any high heart rate.

Du Xinghe looked up and saw the blushing face of His Majesty. The fluctuation of his spiritual power made such a loud noise that a wind blew in the outer courtyard, blowing all the flowers on the tree to the ground, covering the surroundings. Occasionally, a petal would brush against his cheek and fall, bringing with it a refreshing fragrance.

Your Majesty is certainly very good, and Ji Wuhuo is not bad either.

Perhaps she had seen too many cases of love-induced fear in the palace, and her perception of love had become dull and numb. No matter how good a man was, to her, it was like flirting with a blind man. She could be pleased occasionally, but it was difficult for her to devote herself to him.

but……

Du Xinghe raised his hand and brushed away the small flower that had fallen on his head.

"Do you really like it that much?"

He hummed glumly.

She untied the white satin covering his eyes, and his eyes were closed underneath the satin.

The dark eyelashes trembled slightly, and she could taste a hint of fragility.

"Open your eyes and let me see."

His Majesty raised his eyelids and looked at her a little embarrassedly.

Beauties, like flowers, have thousands of different flavors. There are not many who are as beautiful as Ji Wuhuo and who know that she can still maintain her youthfulness. Her temperament is as colorful as flowers and as clear as stream water. His Majesty is at the other extreme. He is completely unaware of his own beauty. His skin has become a little pale from living in the underground palace without seeing the sun. His pale lips were bitten countless times by him before he appeared to see her. You can vaguely see some teeth marks from the ravages, which makes people have an inexplicable desire to abuse him and want to bully him.

It shouldn't be.

How could a master in the fusion stage, the former emperor of the Cang Dynasty, look so weak that he could allow her to take advantage of him?

Du Xinghe suddenly became playful and taught him: "After taking off the white satin, you should ask me - are you satisfied with what you see?"

"Are you satisfied with what you see?"

Although he did not understand why she wanted to do so, His Majesty still did as she said.

It's a pity that such classic lines of a domineering CEO have a different flavor when spoken by Emperor Ying Cang.

It was as if if she only answered "unsatisfied", he would dig a hole to crawl into, and then use the five elements magic to add some soil to cover himself up.

Du Xinghe chuckled.

Seeing her smiling happily, His Majesty couldn't help but gently urge her: "Are you satisfied?"

"Ah," Du Xinghe came back to his senses: "I won't tell you."

"..."

White Mushroom was about to burst her umbrella with anger, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"What if I say I'm not satisfied?"

He said: "The body can be reshaped, it is not a big deal."

Only at this time would Du Xinghe suddenly remember how powerful his opponent was.

Her eyes were slightly dark, but a smile was on her lips: "Your Majesty is right, it is not a matter of the flesh."

His Majesty is just socially anxious, he is not stupid, nor is he completely ignorant of human nature - it's just that he comes from such a high-class family, has extraordinary talent, and is extremely capable, there is no need for him to use the ways of the world and social etiquette, so who dares to restrict him with rules?

As soon as Du Xinghe spoke, he understood.

Her dislike for him had nothing to do with his appearance.

His Majesty's mood visibly dropped. His eyelashes trembled, and he let go of her. He took a step back, and pursed his lips tightly: "If you don't like me, then you don't like me, but I still like you. Even if you are with someone else, I still like you."

"His Majesty."

"Don't call me Your Majesty, call me by my name."

"..."

Du Xinghe reminded him: "Your Majesty, you never told me your name. I only know your last name is Yan from the Five Elements Sect."

There is such a thing!

Emperor Ying Cang stayed in the underground palace for too long, and was good at describing a complete story with his imagination alone - Cang Hengzi was right, he had never taken the first step, so how could he have a story with his sweetheart? He should just stay in the coffin and be the only one to push Meng Nan.

“Yan Buchen,” he said, his words sounding a little unnatural: “I seldom use my own name, and nobody usually calls me by it, so it feels a little strange when I say it myself.”

Before ascending the throne, he is called by his title, and after ascending the throne, he is called Your Majesty.

To the emperor, name became the least important thing.

Du Xinghe hesitated for a moment and called him, "Senior Yan."

"Can't you just call me by my full name? Just calling me by my first name is fine too."

Your Majesty has gained the benefit of taking the initiative, so you should not hide like an ostrich.

But he met the stubborn Du Xinghe. She smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I just want to know your name, I didn't say to shout it out!"

She didn't want him, so why did she want to know his name?

Your Majesty is somewhat frustrated.

On the road of cultivation, he had hardly ever experienced the same sense of frustration - the world was just so unfair, spiritual roots were still divided into different levels, and those who could reach the Void Refining Stage and beyond were all gifted monsters among the gifted, they were blessed by nature, and even if there were occasional bottlenecks, they would get through them immediately with little delay.

It is said that heaven will not spare anyone, but hasn't he been stuck in the fusion stage for so long?

Having never experienced the pain of love, Du Xinghe can make Your Majesty feel uncomfortable at one moment and happy at another with just a few words.

Finally, he gave up struggling.

"You can call me whatever you want," he turned his face away, "but can you call me more often? I'm always here."

Du Xinghe pondered, His Majesty spoke as if he were his personal Taoist companion.

She said: "I think the most urgent thing for Your Majesty is to go back, raise your pillow and think about why you like me."