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Fu Zhenhong's hair was still in a half-dry state, and the long black hair hung down softly behind him. The bright white moonlight blended with the lights in the house and shone on his hair, as if to drape the black hair. There was a hazy silver light on it.

The moment Di Xin's eyes touched Fu Zhenhong, a look of amazement appeared in his eyes.

Under the halo, Daji in his line of sight was tall and elegant, with a pure white cloak wrapping her slender figure, and the soft fluff on the cloak near the neck was gently stroked by the breeze, adding a touch of elegance. Lovely lightness.

This was the first time that Di Xin saw Daji wearing white clothes, like snow without dirt. For a moment, he didn't know whether the clothes were whiter or Daji's complexion was whiter.

During the days when he and Daji met, Daji always wore a red shirt.

Compared with red clothes, Daji in white clothes has a sense of distance.

There was an almost cruel indifference in the casual eyes.Like the frost and snow on the iceberg, it makes people feel out of reach, as if nothing can leave any traces in these eyes.

Di Xin still thinks Daji is more suitable for red.

Daji is ostentatious, born to be gorgeous and eye-catching, like a demon flower blooming on a cliff, scorching thousands of times, touching people's hearts at a glance.

People know that there is a bottomless abyss below, and they are willing to step on it to touch this thrilling beauty.

Di Xin pursed his lips, and looked down at the unfinished painting. The person in the painting was dressed in red, his face was like a peach blossom, and he was charming. Although he was very beautiful, he was a cold and dead thing, not as good as himself. extremely.

Di Xin put down his pen and walked towards the real person in the painting.

Di Xin stopped in front of Fu Zhenhong. He was tall, strong and tough. Standing in front of Fu Zhenhong at this moment, he completely shrouded Fu Zhenhong in his own shadow.

This is like a different kind of confinement, restraining Fu Zhenhong in her arms, not allowing others to pry into her. At the same time, it is also like a kind of blocking, like a wall blocking all storms and dangers from the outside world.

Fu Zhenhong raised her head slightly and looked at Di Xin.

Di Xin stretched out his hand to caress the hair on Fu Zhenhong's forehead, and then glanced at Fu Zhenhong's still relatively moist hair. There was a rare softness in his low and magnetic voice: "The night is cold, why not?" Let Cui Yuan dry her hair."

Fu Zhenhong said: "I want the king to dry me off with his own hands."

If it were someone else who said what he said, he would only get a treasonous crime of beheading, but if he was the presumptuous person, everything would become logical.

Being favored, that's why you have nothing to fear.

Di Xin laughed, and took Fu Zhenhong's hand all the way to the soft place.

Di Xin's palms were warm and strong, and the index fingers of the two of them were intertwined at the moment, and it felt like they were growing old together.

When he reached the soft edge, Di Xin asked Fu Zhenhong to sit with his back to him, while he himself sat next to Fu Zhenhong behind him.The fragrance from Fu Zhenming's hair poured into Di Xin's nose. Di Xin leaned over and sniffed at the top of his hair, and then began to help Fu Zhenhong wipe his hair.

His movements were very gentle, jerky but delicate, just like helping Fu Zhenhong apply medicine in the tent at that time.

Speaking of applying the medicine, at that time, the day after Di Xin finished administering the medicine to Fu Zhenhong, Fu Zhenhong was still racing with Di Xin and Shen Gongbao on horseback.Su Daji is the child of Marquis of Jizhou, who was raised pampered, if he sprained his foot, it would be impossible for him to recover the next day.

This doesn't make sense.

But Di Xin didn't ask him, he didn't ask him why he could shoot a bow and hunt because he knew how to ride a horse.The king didn't say anything, just as it should be.

Maybe this king knows everything in his heart, like a bright mirror, seeing all the developments of the situation in his eyes, and then put this keen insight into everything loosely in the depths of those rebellious eyes. place.

Proud, assertive, decisive in killing, and unpredictable.

This is his impression in front of outsiders.But under this temperament, there must be more terrifying beasts dormant.

"What are you thinking?" Di Xin's voice slowly sounded from behind Fu Zhenhong, and the low voice seemed to be sent all the way to Fu Zhenhong's eardrum against Fu Zhenhong's back.

Fu Zhenhong turned her head, squinted at Di Xin, "Thinking about what the king was doing just now?"

When Di Xin heard the words, he didn't answer immediately, but put down the wet cloth in his hands, and hugged Fu Zhenhong from behind.

His strong arms were around Fu Zhenhong's waist, and his broad palms were pressed against Fu Zhenhong's abdomen.

"I'm painting." Di Xin put his chin lightly on Fu Zhenhong's shoulder, tilted his head to look at Fu Zhenhong's flawless side face, and added slowly: "The lonely king was painting you just now."

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows.

Di Xin laughed and asked intentionally, "Could it be that Daji thinks that the lonely king can only wield knives and guns?"

Fu Zhenhong also laughed, and her tone was sincere: "The king is Wentao and Wulue." He said.

Di Xin found it interesting: "But they all think that the lonely king is impulsive, his writing is clumsy, and he only knows how to kill."

"them?"

"Yes, they." There was an indistinguishable emotion in Di Xin's tone: "A group of self-righteous stubborn officials who stick to the concept of hierarchy, and a group of civilians who are willing to be mediocre driven by slavishness."

"Does Your Majesty care about those people's opinions?" Fu Zhenhong asked.

Di Xin asked him back: "Do you think the lonely king would care?"

Fu Zhenhong shook her head: "I don't know." After all, he is not the person involved in this kind of problem, so how can he really explain it clearly.

Di Xin laughed again, spraying all the hot air out of his breath onto Fu Zhenhong's neck, "Daji." He said Fu Zhenhong's name, with a touch of lingering and sentimental in his tone.

"I want to see the paintings of the great king."

"it is good."

The desk where Di Xin painted was about two meters away from the soft cave. It was only about ten steps away, but Di Xin held Fu Zhenhong's hand again.

But the difference this time was that when they walked to the desk, Di Xin didn't let go of his hand, and still held Fu Zhenhong's hand tightly, fingers clasped tightly.

Fu Zhenhong saw the picture scroll spread out on the desk.

In the painting, he is sitting under a tree, the corners of his lips are slightly drawn, and he is raising his hands.

This scene was no stranger to Fu Zhenhong.

And there should be another person in this unfinished painting, because

This painting depicts the scene of Di Xin reaching out to him when he first met Di Xin.

Because some time has passed, the brush and ink on the scroll have all dried up. Fu Zhenhong stroked the person in the painting with the other hand that was not held by Di Xin, or more precisely, it was the person in the painting who was dressed clothes.

The clothes were the only difference in his memory about that memory.

Although the person in the painting is sitting, it can be seen that the red shirt is the style that a man should wear.

Yes, men should dress in style.

Fu Zhenhong's expression was a little subtle, he turned his head and just looked at Di Xin, and Di Xin lowered his eyes to look at Fu Zhenhong.The eyes of the two met each other, and there was a faint ambiguity lingering in the narrow air.

Di Xin turned sideways and held Fu Zhenhong's hand caressing the scroll, and then put it on his lips and kissed it. After the kiss, he did not let go, but slowly rubbed the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand with his lips .

Fu Zhenhong could feel the hot air sprayed on his hand, the scorching breath was like a ball of flame, filled with a strong and anxious emotion.He saw that Di Xin's eyes were gradually deepening, and a look of love and plunder appeared in the dark pupils.

Fu Zhenhong leaned her head on Di Xin's chest, and Di Xin pinched Fu Zhenhong's ears affectionately, then supported Fu Zhenhong's waist with both hands, and hugged him directly on the desk.

Fu Zhenhong wrapped his arms around Di Xin's neck, his legs naturally hung down, and Di Xin stood in the empty space in the middle.

Di Xin's waist is strong and full of aggressive explosive power. When Fu Zhenhong's legs are attached to Di Xin's waist through the fabric of the clothes, he can clearly feel the elastic warmth and firmness.

At this moment, the posture of the two of them can make their eyes completely look at each other. Fu Zhenhong saw herself in Di Xin's eyes, and also saw a cheetah ready to go.

At this time, neither Di Xin nor Fu Zhenhong spoke, and this silence made their breathing clear and muddy.

It was clear because there were only the two of them in the whole space, and the turbidity was because of the growing longing deep in Di Xin's pupils.

Di Xin just condensed Fu Zhenhong deeply for a few seconds, then leaned over and kissed the lips that had been tempting him all this time.

At the moment when their lips touched each other, Di Xin let out a very slight sigh of satisfaction. He was like a hungry and thirsty beast that had wandered in the desert for a long time, and found an oasis that could relieve his thirst. Afterwards, he gnawed on it tightly, presumptuously and domineeringly wanting to taste a more fragrant sweetness.

The strength he held Fu Zhenhong's cheek was gentle, but the attack on his lips became more and more intense. He kissed very hard, as if he wanted to swallow Fu Zhenhong into his stomach, and then deeply melt into his own Same in the body.

Fu Zhenhong didn't know how long Di Xin kissed, his tongue was hooked by Di Xin, and the other party's forceful hesitation made him feel breathless.When the lips of the two finally parted, a trace of saliva dripped from the corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips.

"Daji..." Di Xin called Fu Zhenhong's name with a slight hoarse voice.He gently stroked the moist corner of Fu Zhenhong's lips with his fingertips, then slowly moved his fingers down, and finally landed on the cloak ribbon tied under Fu Zhenhong's neck.

On the other side, in the moonlight...

Above the gate of the imperial palace, Jiang Ziya was about to jump off the high wall, but when he heard the conversation of the two guards below, he froze instantly——

"Did you see the beauty that the king brought back from Jizhou today? It is said that her face is beautiful."

"Don't talk about the face, I didn't even see the shadow of the clothes."

"How could it be? Aren't you mainly in charge of patrolling the Durning Palace in the first half of the night? Your Majesty placed that beauty in the Durning Palace, and you didn't see it?"

"Except for Cui Yuan, the king doesn't allow anyone else to approach the inner hall. He is very precious to that beauty."

"It seems that His Majesty really likes that beauty this time. That Su Daji was recruited to His Majesty's bedroom tonight, and she must be loved by His Majesty in that hibiscus tent right now..."

The two guards walked further and further away, and their voices became smaller and smaller.

The guard's last words echoed in Jiang Ziya's mind, and he unconsciously looked in the direction of Dixin's bedroom.

Do you want to go back... Go back and see the situation...

Jiang Ziya closed the corners of his cold lips tightly, and looked outside the palace gate again, hesitating and wavering for the first time.