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The cloudy sky turned clear after a spring rain.

The bright sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the palace, dyeing the vermilion high walls with a warm orange hue.

Queen Jiang sat in the sedan chair, raised her hand and gently opened the curtain next to her, she turned her head to look at the ray of sunlight shining into the sedan chair, with a bit of thought on her beautiful face.

In her mind, Di Xin's calm and arrogant appearance appeared, and Su Daji's casual appearance with a smile appeared. Su Daji's beauty is indistinguishable, but he seems enchanting and harmless, as if he needs The dodder flower, which can only be stretched by clinging to a strong tree, is actually extremely sharp and sharp.

Queen Jiang has a very strong intuition.

Su Daji is by no means simple.

There must be secrets about him that she doesn't know, and perhaps another identity, so that as a little heir of Jizhou Marquis, he can not fear the imperial power, don't care about the coercion of the rank, and show that calm wanton and free and easy.

"Queen, Su Daji must have said that on purpose when she was in the courtyard just now, so as to create a gap between you and your father." Yin Jiao saw Queen Jiang opened the curtain, and he who was walking below spoke out what was in his heart .

Yin Hong touched his chin, and took Yin Jiao's words: "Although this possibility cannot be ruled out, big brother, Su Daji is right. The queen mother is a wonderful woman." After finishing speaking, Yin Hongchong Looking at Queen Jiang, she smiled brightly.

Seeing this, Queen Jiang knew in her heart that Yin Hong was using his own way to make her happy, and a slight smile appeared on her face.

"You guys go to the Rongde Palace to sit down and chat with the queen mother."

"Okay." The two brothers responded in unison.

And the other side at the same moment.

In the gazebo of Chen Yuan.

Fu Zhenhong only felt as if he was in a boiling hot pot, the water under his body burned his skin, and the steaming heat made his body temperature higher and higher.

He looked up at Di Xin above him, watching the thin sweat dripping from Di Xin's forehead to his chin, and finally dripping on his collarbone.

The moment the sticky sweat touched the skin of his collarbone, Fu Zhenhong once again felt a burning heat.He saw Di Xin's lowered eyes, his dark pupils were filled with his image, and he also saw Di Xin's thick black hair sticking to the side of his face after being wet with sweat.

Di Xin is handsome, his wheat-colored skin is stained with sweat and has a beautiful luster, as if coated with a thin layer of beeswax, exuding a hormonal sexy and masculine masculinity.

Fu Zhenhong heard the gurgling sound of the clear spring, and also heard Di Xin's low, anxious breathing.

This man who was close to Chi Chi was the supreme ruler in charge of the entire human world, but at this moment he was just an ordinary person who was seduced by Fu Zhenhong.

He whispered the name of Fu Zhenhong's Su Daji's body in this world over and over again, as if only in this way could he better feel the existence of Fu Zhenhong.

Fu Zhenhong's legs were hanging down on the stone bench, her straight and slender legs were white and smooth, even softer than the white jade.

His delicate and small jade feet were exposed to the air, but they didn't feel a bit of coolness under the breeze. On the contrary, they were slightly pink and tender because of the actions of Di Xin above, and the round and beautiful toes were trimmed. Under the opponent's fierce action, he curled up slightly.

Di Xin was very strong since he was a child, and his physical strength was more than a hundred times stronger than ordinary people. Maybe it was because Fu Zhenhong was too attractive, or maybe it was because the obsession in his heart was too clear and deep, or maybe it was a combination of both. Yes, as if he didn't know how to get tired, he kept showing his pride to Fu Zhenhong.

Fu Zhenhong opened her lips slightly, and the scarlet tip of her tongue protruded from her white teeth, like a red branch protruding from the pure white snow.He was stirred by Di Xin's passionate thoughts, and finally only Di Xin's voice remained in his ears.

"Daji, you are mine, and only mine."

His voice floated in the air, low and deep, wrapped in turbid breathing, lingering in the charming atmosphere for a long time and never dissipated.

Fu Zhenhong raised his flawless chin, wrapped his hands around Di Xin's neck, his thick eyelashes were already wet, and trembling slightly, lowered the moist water drops to the crimson eyes At the end, the water was melting, and when he spoke, his voice was fragmented and hoarse.

"You have to... love me... with a sincere heart... so that I... can be... yours..."

"As you wish..." Di Xin's answer was short and cautious, and there was a touch of extremely rare tenderness beneath the plunder and possessiveness in the depths of his eyes.

As the saying goes, accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, and only the emperor's promises are the most untrustworthy in this world, especially when emotions are surging.However, the emperor's promise is not credible, but Di Xin's promise is sincere. He is a proud and noble emperor by nature, and he doesn't bother to lie, let alone cheat.

Daji can only be his, and in this case, he will try to love this man slowly with the most sincere sincerity.But that premise cannot be changed.

He knew that Daji's target was him, and it seemed that Daji was willing to go back to the palace with him only because he was Di Xin. Daji's prey was him, not power and wealth.

That's good.

Good……

Daji and Dixin were supposed to restrain and entangle each other.

……

The halo outside the gazebo gradually faded, and the day was gradually covered by night. The beauty of sunset and dusk was blocked by the high vermilion wall, and only a few afterglow could be seen faintly.

Time was passing by bit by bit, but Di Xin knew the taste, and hugged Fu Zhenhong tightly, unwilling to let go.

They came from the gazebo to the lush green lawn, and then moved from the lawn to the sea of ​​red crabapple flowers. The refreshing fragrance of flowers floated in the air with the breeze, but the freshness of early spring did not slow down the heat of their bodies at all.

When Di Xin took Fu Zhenhong to the top, the moonlight had already emerged from the dark sky, and the bright stars began to twinkle.

In the room, candles flickered slightly.

The candlelight and moonlight blended together, adding a kind of warmth to the originally quiet and spacious room.

Fu Zhenhong lay lazily on the bed, her silky black hair like a crow's feathers was scattered on the pillow, and his whole body exuded a faint scent of coquettishness after the event.

Di Xin lay on his side beside him, propping his temple with one hand, and curling Fu Zhenhong's hair with the other hand, circling it once in a while.

Fu Zhenhong patted Di Xin's restless hand away, raised her eyelids, and slowly said two words: "Don't make trouble."

Di Xin likes his surly and willful appearance, which looks soft but sharp, not changed by anyone, nor restrained for any reason.

"I just want to see you more." Di Xin replied.

Fu Zhenhong didn't answer him anymore, but closed her eyes and took a nap.

Di Xin didn't feel bored either, he just quietly stared at Fu Zhenhong's sleeping face, but at the end of the day, his eyes began to move down unconsciously.

Fu Zhenhong's skin is very delicate, and it is easy to leave marks on the skin with a little force. Di Xin looked at the fair neck with his hickey marks, collarbone, shoulders, and arms. The longer he looked at Di Xin's eyes The darker it was, the sadistic beauty once again aroused the enthusiasm in his body.

Di Xin didn't want to bear it, nor did he plan to bear it.

So in the next second, he turned over and imprisoned Fu Zhenhong under his body, then moved his lips together and kissed Fu Zhenhong's lips.

This kiss took another long time.

What he didn't finish in the bedroom that night, he finally made up for it crazily today.

On the second day, when the first ray of sunlight in the morning poured in from the wooden carved window, Fu Zhenhong woke up faintly.

He felt an arm pressing down on his waist and abdomen, so he turned his head and saw Di Xin who was still sleeping soundly.

Di Xin, who was asleep, was a little less domineering and oppressive than in the daytime. His facial features were sharp, but they were softened a little because of his closed eyes.

Fu Zhenhong's breath was full of Di Xin's breath, Fu Zhenhong didn't wake him up, and just looked at Di Xin like that.

This man Huangyuan's mind was deeper than he imagined.

For Fu Zhenhong, it was like a double-edged sword.While attacking Di Xin, he was also easily attacked by the opponent, and then swallowed and bitten.

But that's more fun, isn't it...

The corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips curled slightly, and she smiled silently.

"I know I'm awake." Fu Zhenhong said calmly.

After he finished speaking, Di Xin opened his eyes. His dark pupils did not have the hazy drowsiness of just waking up, and he was obviously already awake.

Fu Zhenhong raised her hand, and her smooth fingertips gently stroked Di Xin's eyebrows, "Aren't you going to court?"

Di Xin grabbed Fu Zhenhong's hand, put it on his lips and kissed it, and then said, "No."

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows: "Then from today onwards, my reputation as a wretched concubine will probably spread throughout the palace."

"Would you care about this?" Di Xin curled his lips and asked inexplicably.

Fu Zhenhong asked him back, "Do you want me to care, or not?"

Di Xin didn't return, but said with great interest, "Will you be what I want you to be?"

"No." Fu Zhenhong sneered and said, "You are asking this question knowingly."

Hearing this, Di Xin pinched Fu Zhenhong's chin, "Only you dare to speak to me like that."

"It's time to get up." Fu Zhenhong patted Di Xin's hand that was still on his stomach.

"Okay." Di Xin kissed Fu Zhenhong's forehead before sitting up.

In the past, at times like this, there would be clever attendants to wait on Di Xin to get dressed, but there were not many people in the courtyard, except for Fu Zhenhong, there was only one Cui Yuan.Di Xin didn't want to call Cui Yuan in and let others see his favorite Daji.

As for Daji, she obviously doesn't look like someone who will serve him and dress him.

So in the end, Di Xin changed his clothes slowly without saying a word.

While Di Xin was changing, Fu Zhenhong sat on the bed and watched.

He saw red marks of different shades on Di Xin's back, which were scratched by his nails, and besides these ambiguous scratches, there were many old scars on Di Xin's back.

These scars are obviously left by various cold weapons, and the size of the scars varies. Such marks should be stabbed by hostile soldiers when Di Xin was on the battlefield. The symbol of iron and blood in the majestic fight.

It is a feat and an honor.

Di Xin is a truly powerful emperor.

He is a living existence. Although he is not a god, he has the strength and confidence to rival a god.

Fu Zhenhong thought of Di Xin's contempt for divine power, and his displeasure with the common people who were foolishly loyal to sacrifices. A proud emperor like Di Xin was destined not to choose to be like the kings of Chaoge's generation. , Willing to prostrate at the feet of the gods, as a servant of the gods.

After Di Xin changed his clothes, he turned around and met Fu Zhenhong's eyes that hadn't retracted.He raised his handsome sword eyebrows, and asked Fu Zhenhong with a half-smile: "What are you thinking?"

Fu Zhenhong did not answer Di Xin, but stretched out her hands towards Di Xin.Di Xin also understood what he meant in seconds, walked to the side of the bed, picked Fu Zhenhong up, and began to change his clothes.

The world said that Di Xin was cruel and moody, but who would have thought that such a king would soften his brows and eyes, and dress others clumsily.