The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Hibiscus tent (36)

During the social season in late autumn, in the middle of the night, it began to rain again.

The thick vermilion palace wall looks silent and indifferent in the drizzle, like old blood stains branded on it, looking at the silent rain color together with the crimson golden tile eaves.

There is also Fengqi Palace, which is foggy in the rain.

Fengqi Palace, which has gone through three dynasties, seems to have lost some dust in the late night rain, and it has taken on a brand-new look back then.

Unlike the bright colors outside the eaves where the lanterns hang high, the candlelight in Fengqi Palace is dim.

Looking from the outside, one can only vaguely see the layout of the inner hall.

Among them, the thousand-year-old phoenix bed of huanghuali wood is also hidden in the half-light and half-dark light and shadow.

In the delicately woven thin brocade and golden silk tent, a pair of figures are not clear.

The palace guards outside the palace secretly held their breaths to watch, and they could only see that one of them was holding the other firmly in his arms, without any gap.

They were all men clearly, but the one who was completely restrained seemed to have no resistance at all, and even the humming was slight.

The peeping palace servants looked at each other, retracted their necks, and did not dare to make a sound.

Shu Le couldn't describe his current feeling at all, except for the soreness, numbness and itching that couldn't be let go from his bones, there was also a more overwhelming and indescribable thing that trapped his whole body in it.

That is pain.

Asking for nothing, doubling the suffering.

But Zhou Sui refused to give it to him.

The flail that came from Dongying across the ocean came out with a thread from the back of his head, and firmly sealed all the voices that Shu Le wanted to blurt out. He could only open his eyes and look at Zhou Sui in vain. .

Zhou Sui seemed very satisfied with such a scene.

He lowered his head, kissed Shu Le's forehead lightly, and asked him very softly: "Little General Shu, what should you call me?"

Shu Le couldn't speak, and looked at Zhou Sui blankly.

Zhou Sui said again: "I am the emperor of the Later Zhou Dynasty, and you are the queen I am marrying. What should you call me?"

Shu Le couldn't bear it anymore, big beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, fell into the pillow, and disappeared in an instant.

When the pain and suffering completely overwhelmed him, Shu Le closed his eyes tightly.

Crystal tears and sweat slipped down together.

Zhou Sui was silent for a moment, and finally reached out to take what was in Shu Le's mouth, stroked the black hair of the person in his arms, and coaxed softly, "Why are you crying?"

Shu Le: "..."

He didn't want to cry on purpose, such a shameful thing really didn't fit his style of painting.

But tears and sweat are still rolling down.

In just a short while, Shu Le's whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, lying on the couch in a state of embarrassment, disorganized.

But with such an appearance, there was an unconcealable charm in the dim candlelight.

It seemed to be brought out from the bottom of my heart. At this time, because of the unbearable and suffering, I was completely unable to control myself, from concealment to manifestation.

Zhou Sui looked at Shu Le condescendingly for a moment, and even took Longfeng Jinbao who was on the side, and personally wiped away the tears on Shu Le's face.

Shu Le was still held in Zhou Sui's arms, unable to break free or escape.

Zhou Sui kissed Shu Le's eyes, and his warm lips fell on Shu Le's cheek, very lingering.

Even so, he still seemed extremely persistent about the question just now.

The wet lips nibbled on Shu Le's thin earlobe: "Think carefully, tell me, who is I to you?"

Shu Le was so uncomfortable that he couldn't live or die, his whole mind was not clear, and it took a long time before he said: "It's Your Majesty..."

"wrong."

Zhou Sui interrupted him, "I am a husband and you are a wife. Between husband and wife, what should you call me?"

Shu Le was in a daze for a moment, and barely raised his eyes to meet Zhou Sui's eyes.

His eyes were full of determination and an indescribable burning.

The burning made Shu Le tremble all over, and wanted to escape, but found that there was nowhere to go.

"Answer me."

"As long as you say it, I will set you free."

"Hey, tell me."

Shu Le closed his eyes, and his whole body softened.

His voice was already hoarse, but he seemed to have tried to make his words clearer.

"My husband...is my husband..."