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"Master, the king has ordered Bo Yi Kao to be imprisoned."

"When?" Fu Zhenhong asked, but she knew it better than anyone else.

Cuiyuan replied: "Just after Bo Yikao left here."

After leaving here?

From this point of view, Di Xin should have deduced from the time when Bo Yi came in that the son of Xi Bohou did not play the piano.

Fu Zhenhong nodded, and said to Cuiyuan, "Go down."

Cuiyuan heard the words, but she didn't leave Fu Zhenhong's room immediately as usual, she stood where she was, her lips moved slightly, as if she was considering how to speak.

Cui Yuan's personality is relatively straightforward, and Fu Zhenhong usually doesn't deliberately ask her to follow the level of service, so under normal circumstances, as long as it is not an overly sensitive topic, Cui Yuan is always thinking about something in her heart It will also be said directly.

Rarely has there been such a hem and haw moment.

Seeing Cui Yuan's hesitant expression, Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids, and asked indifferently, "What else is there? Just say it."

Cui Yuan clenched her hands into fists nervously, she took a deep breath, and boldly asked: "Master, have you... like Bo Yi Kao?"

Fu Zhenhong was a little surprised, she didn't expect Cuiyuan to ask this.

"Who told you to ask this?" Fu Zhenhong looked at the little girl whose ears were reddened under his gaze, and her first reaction was that someone was asking Cui Yuan to speak for her.

As for this person, apart from Di Xin, Fu Zhenhong couldn't think of anyone who was more suitable for the time being.But with Di Xin's character, Fu Zhenhong thought that he didn't need others to criticize him.

Cui Yuan shook her head, lowered her head, and her usual clear and loud voice seemed to be much lower at this time: "No one asked the slave to ask, it was the slave who wanted to know..." Speaking of In the end, her voice was so soft it was barely audible.

If it wasn't for Fu Zhenhong's keen hearing, she might not have heard what she was saying.

Fu Zhenhong didn't answer Cui Yuan's words, he stared at Cui Yuan's drooping head, with a flash of thought in his eyes.

The little girl likes him very much, Fu Zhenhong has noticed this very early on, it is very normal for a little girl who is just beginning to love him to ask about her sweetheart's emotional problems, but when this trick is put on Cui Yuan Fu Zhenhong felt a little strange when he was there.

[Xiaohong, you should think too much. 】

【hope so. 】

Fu Zhenhong's eyes shifted to Cuiyuan's hands that were unconsciously placed in front of her, and the small movements of constantly stirring her fingers showed the uneasiness and tension in her heart at the moment. Fu Zhenhong said calmly: "You shouldn't ask Don't ask."

Cui Yuan lowered her head suddenly, and her voice trembled slightly: "It's the servant who overstepped."

"Go down." Fu Zhenhong said.

"Yes, master."

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Not long after Cui Yuan left, Di Xin came over.

Fu Zhenhong knew that Di Xin would come, and had already poured tea on the table.But Di Xin didn't drink, but took Fu Zhenhong's hand and led him all the way to the soft cave.

"The widow put Bo Yi Kao in prison." Di Xin said directly.

Fu Zhenhong replied indifferently: "I know, Cui Yuan has already told me."

Di Xin looked into Fu Zhenhong's eyes: "Daji, what do you think I should do with him?"

Di Xin had asked him the same question not long ago.At that time, Fu Zhenhong did not respond positively, but gave an ambiguous answer by asking rhetorically, but obviously, this time, Di Xin wanted to hear an accurate and clear answer from him.

"Your Majesty, who do you think should be feared more, he or Marquis Xibo?"

"Privately, I want to say Bo Yi Kao, but from the overall situation, it is undoubtedly Ji Chang." Speaking of this, Di Xin paused, as if thinking of something, and suddenly asked Fu Zhenhong: "Daji thinks that Does Ji Chang have innate skills in performing hexagrams?"

Fu Zhenhong replied: "Whether you will or not, you will know if you try it."

"Oh?" Di Xin raised his eyebrows: "What can Daji do?"

"You can use the Boyi Exam."

When Di Xin heard this, he asked with a deep meaning: "Daji, are you speaking from the bottom of your heart?"

"Otherwise?" Fu Zhenhong asked back.

Di Xin suddenly laughed, "Then how do you use the Nabo Yi test?"

Fu Zhenhong pondered for a moment, and said what Su Daji said in the original information obtained from the Space-Time Administration: "Chop Bo Yi Kao into meat paste, make meatballs for Xibohou to eat, if Xibohou If he eats it, it will prove that his innate hexagram is just a trick to deceive the world and steal his name, so let him go back to Xiqi, if Marquis Xibo refuses to eat it, the king will kill him to avoid future troubles."

Di Xin said: "It sounds like Daji has nothing to do with Nabo Yikao."

"Shouldn't the king's focus be on Ji Chang?"

The corners of Di Xin's lips twitched, and he became obviously happy: "Daji is right." After speaking, he was about to get up, and it seemed that he planned to give an order immediately.

Fu Zhenhong grabbed Di Xin's wrist: "It's not too late to give the order tomorrow, Your Majesty."

Di Xin turned his head, first took a look at Fu Zhenhong's hand holding his wrist, then moved his gaze upwards, staring into Fu Zhenhong's eyes for several seconds.

At this moment, deep in Di Xin's dark eyes floated faint scrutiny and thinking, and the deep and doting pupils were as sharp as a blade and seemed to be able to see everything, as if they could reach people's hearts with a single glance , to capture the hidden emotions deep inside.

Fu Zhenhong didn't say a word, and just looked at Di Xin calmly.

A moment later, Di Xin was the first to break the silence.

"Daji, I will follow what you say." Di Xin lowered his tone, and used the word "I" that he often used in front of Fu Zhenhong to address himself, and then held Fu Zhenhong's hand again, Sitting back on the soft bed again.

Di Xin wrapped Fu Zhenhong's hand with his big hand, and there was a fiery heat in his warm palm. When his eyes inadvertently moved to Fu Zhenhong's back, he stopped.

Fu Zhenhong saw that Di Xin had been staring diagonally at the back, so she followed his gaze and looked back. There was a piano there, which was originally prepared by Cuiyuan for Bo Yikao.

"Daji, do you want to listen to the piano?" Di Xin suddenly asked Fu Zhenhong.

"Your Majesty will ask this question, but you want to play it for me?" Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, and without waiting for Di Xin to answer, she continued, "But compared to things like qin, Your Majesty is more suitable for war drums."

"War drums..." Di Xin raised the corners of his lips, "Daji really understands me." As he spoke, he seemed to recall something, and a kind of inherent arrogance emerged from his sharp-edged and handsome face: "I like to fight bloody battles on the battlefield. Every time I expand a territory, I enjoy the thrill of conquest. The sound of war drums, the bloody singing and roaring of brave men, this kind of journey is unfettered."

Fu Zhenhong also smiled and said, "In my eyes, you are a well-deserved emperor."

The corners of Di Xin's lips curved further, "Daji, your words are worth any compliment." After he finished speaking, he held Fu Zhenhong's hand and kissed it on his lips.

Di Xin likes to do these similar small gestures of intimacy with Fu Zhenhong. No matter what the occasion, as long as he wants to, he will do it without any scruples, just like declaring his sovereignty to the world.

After he finished kissing, he hugged Fu Zhenhong in his arms, let Fu Zhenhong lean on his shoulder, and gently stroked Fu Zhenhong's hair from top to bottom with his palms, one after another, his movements were amazing. gentle,

"Daji, will you always stand by my side?" Di Xin's voice sounded above Fu Zhenhong's head, and there were some indistinguishable emotions in his deep voice.

This kind of questioning tone is rarely uttered from Di Xin's mouth. In Fu Zhenhong's eyes, Di Xin has always been confident.

"Will you always stand by my side?" Di Xin asked again. In front of Fu Zhenhong, he had habitually shown patience that he had never had before when dealing with others.

Fu Zhenhong didn't answer immediately, but pondered the deep meaning of Di Xin's words, and stood on Di Xin's side, and the prefix was "forever."

This not only shows that Di Xin knows that Fu Zhenhong is on his side at present, but also shows that Di Xin believes that Fu Zhenhong will be on his side to a large extent in the future.

It's just a simple sentence, but it contains too much information.Sometimes Fu Zhenhong even felt that Di Xin seemed to know everything, and knew everything.

Fu Zhenhong raised her head, held Di Xin's cheeks with both hands, pressed her forehead against Di Xin's forehead, and said softly: "As long as you can restrain me forever, I can stay by your side forever. "

Di Xin put his arms around Fu Zhenhong's waist, raised his eyes, and said in an inexplicable tone: "What can really restrain you?" He asked.

"Love, your love..." Fu Zhenhong said, covering Di Xin's lips.

The soft touch on his lips made Di Xin's eyes darken in an instant. His hands hugged Fu Zhenhong's waist tightly, and before Fu Zhenhong was about to retreat from his lips, he stuck out the tip of his tongue into Fu Zhenhong. In his mouth, the kiss that was supposed to be like a superficial touch deepened forcefully and domineeringly.

He kissed very hard, his tongue entwined with Fu Zhenhong's tongue, deeply grasping the sweetness of this fragrance.This taste is like a berry that seduces people into the abyss. It is so sweet and delicious that it makes him intoxicated, and he can't help but want more.

That deep and clear memory followed the kiss in Di Xin's mind, awakening the enthusiasm and emotion in his body. Even though it was still an early spring night, Di Xin felt extremely suffocatingly hot.

And this burning desire quickly climbed to the highest point after Di Xin and Fu Zhenhong's lips parted.

Di Xin's breathing became rough and heavy, even mixed with a little cloudiness. He looked at the man who was close at hand, and saw the thin blush appear on his beautiful face under his kiss.

Di Xin's Adam's apple rolled, and his fingertips gently stroked Fu Zhenhong's blushing eyes, "Daji..." He called Fu Zhenhong's name, but before Fu Zhenhong could respond, he said Standing up, he hugged Fu Zhenhong up in the air.

With strong and strong arms, he held Fu Zhenhong firmly in his arms, and walked towards the bed step by step.The firelight on the red candle swayed slightly with the wind brought by Di Xin's walking, and the warm orange halo blended with the silver moonlight, rendering a charming atmosphere.