When Spring Comes

This must be luck!

Huachun touched her heart, smiled barely and let people pick the ball back and put it back into Yu Wenjie's hand.

"The line under the emperor's feet is called the three-point line. Three-pointers can be scored from outside the line, but only two points in the line."

Yu Wenjie lowered his head, looked at the white line, nodded, and picked up the ball again. Huachun was fascinated by the curve of his jaw, and the ball fell into the basket while turning his wrist.

Hua Chungan laughed: "The emperor has played before?"

"No." The emperor said indifferently: "But this kind of thing is almost the same as throwing a pot, it depends on luck."

After that, he made another shot and was still going into the basket.

Huachun was dumbfounded, and stood by and watched Yu Wenjie cast ten consecutively and scored nine.

Can this Nima be considered luck? She wanted to slap herself to death! People with long hands and long feet are amazing. She hasn't had such a high hit rate after practicing for so long, right?

"Do you like to play this?" the emperor asked.

"Haha." Huachun shook his head: "Suddenly I don't like it."

Raising his eyebrows suspiciously, the emperor looked at her for a while and uttered a word: "Women are really fickle."

Huachun: "..."

Qing Niao laughed low beside her, she leaned in angrily: "You still laugh!"

"Don't you think the emperor is handsome?" Qing Niao whispered: "Like the senior you secretly crushed in your junior year."

Hua Chun was taken aback, and looked sideways, really. Yu Wenjie is wearing a dragon robe with narrow sleeves today. It looks neat and tidy. There is no beer belly that most emperors have. On the contrary, he has a narrow waist and abdominal muscles, which she has touched. It also looks very strong and powerful.

I jumped in the sun like this, leaned back slightly, with no expression on his face, and then flipped his wrists, and the arc of the ball thrown was really beautiful. The most important thing was that his head was still very accurate, one shot at a time. Like the senior of the basketball team I met in my junior year.

Moreover, he is better-looking than that.

The indignant expression immediately turned into the smile of the idiot. Huachun nodded and said: "The emperor is really an all-rounder in civil and military affairs."

Yu Wenjie heard it, and finally threw a ball, turned and walked over: "I'm here to find you, not to show you the pitch."

Huachun blinked and looked at him pleasedly: "Any other orders?"

Taking a look at the green curls next to her, the emperor said: "Follow me back to the palace."

"it is good."

Qing Curly bowed and followed, and sent the two into the Hall of Cultivation of Hearts, before closing the door and standing outside with Duke Qin.

"Concubine Hui's matter." The emperor said: "She has never made any mistakes in the palace. It is a bit difficult to demote her position."

Huachun was clear: "The emperor is going to touch Li Zhongtang?"

"I have to move, I have to ride on my head." With a sneer, he stretched out his hand and fished the person in front of him into his arms: "I have never cared about things in the harem. The intrigue between you women is still the only thing you can do. I figured it out, so I'll leave her to you."

Sitting on his knees, Huachun nodded obediently, suddenly feeling a little bit chicken blood: "Aren't we like the villainous characters like this?"

"what?"

"It's the kind of male and female evil!" Huachun was so excited: "The kind that secretly discusses how to harm people."

With half of his face black, the emperor stared at her and said: "It's okay if you want to scold yourself, don't scold me together!"

"...But I can't be both male and female by myself." Huachun curled his lips: "Moreover, deliberately looking for faults and lowering people's position, isn't it a bad thing?"

Glancing at her, Yu Wenjie disdainfully said: "Do you think there is really someone in this palace who has never done anything wrong?"

"are not there?"

"No." He replied categorically: "Anyone who can live to this day without being framed, without being involved in any disturbances, and still in a high position must have done bad things. I don't want you to frame someone, Just use the convenience of your identity to find evidence to give me an excuse."

Huachun nodded, and could understand the emperor's thoughts. But what he said made people feel a little cautious.

"All the people in the harem have done bad things. When you sleep with them, the emperor, aren't you afraid?"

Glancing at her, Yu Wenjie said coldly: "You don't think about something in your mind."

He seldom sleeps with others until the middle of the night. Before going to sleep, he always sends the sleeping attendant away. Unless the sleeping attendant sleeps unconsciously, otherwise he usually doesn't like to fall asleep in front of outsiders.

How does he know what she thinks? Huachun curled her lips and whispered: "I understand, if you accidentally cause something wrong, you have to carry around for me!"

"Don't worry." Yu Wenjie said: "It's not that difficult to keep you in the harem."

Huachun felt relieved with his words, leaned comfortably in his arms and stretched her waist, just halfway through her arms, she was grabbed by her wrists and around her neck, and she kissed her eagerly.

She felt quite shy at first, but Yu Wenjie's kiss was really comfortable. Although it was full of possessiveness, it was also full of emotion, not at all as cold as his dead face.

To be honest, before a woman heard a man say that I love you, she was insecure. What's more, the object was such a habitually straight face but countless women. Huachun even once thought of the emperor just casually follow her. Play with such a plot.

However, when he was in his arms, all those worries flew away. She smiled, put her arms around the emperor's neck, and responded enthusiastically to him.

This response was terrible. Tianlei shook the ground. The two stumbled from the outer hall into the inner hall, and rolled into the mandarin duck tent in broad daylight.

"Do you think, I and He Changan, who is better?" After breathing, the emperor hesitated for a long time, but still asked dullly.

Huachun was taken aback and raised his eyebrows: "The emperor and the second brother are two different types of people, how can they be compared? You are an incomparable emperor, but the second brother is like an idler who loves the landscape and is at ease."

"Which one do you prefer?"

what? Huachun hesitated for a second. However, after this moment of hesitation, there was a tightness under him, and then he saw the sinking eyes of the person in front of him.

Taking a breath, she hurriedly whispered to Rao: "It must be like the emperor, do you need to ask?"

"You hesitated."

"No, no, I just didn't understand what you asked...ah!"

"It's too late to explain." Stretching out his hand to pinch her waist, Yu Wenjie felt fire in his heart, but still pressed it firmly, and said with strength: "No matter who you really like in your heart, it is destined to be my person. If there is one. If the DPRK does something that betrays me, I will surely make you beyond the reach!"

His body was obviously very hot, but he shivered with fright by what he said. Huachun frowned, feeling a little angry in her heart. Nothing happened yet, so he started to warn and threaten. Then if she gets close to He Changan in the future, wouldn't he directly punish the Nine Clan?

If you say you want to protect her, there will still be times when you want to kill her, right?

Frowning slightly, Hua Chun was too lazy to explain, closed her mouth and turned her head to the side.

Yu Wenjie squinted, kneading her sensitive areas, and suddenly became gentle, watching her reaction with a pair of eyes.

"Yeah..." She endured hard, gritted her teeth and pursed her lips. She wanted to be uncompromising. However, this person's movements became more and more menacing. It seemed that she could not stand it the most when she caught it.

She persisted for less than five minutes, and she still couldn't hold back, shaking her body for a while, clutching his arm and crying, "Can't I be wrong?"