"You, aren't you asleep yet?"
Realizing that Zhong Wen was looking at her up and down with wide eyes, Ilia was so embarrassed that her cheeks were dizzy, she stared down at her toes, not daring to look at him at all, and her voice was as light as a mosquito.
"Ya, girl, are you looking for me?"
Zhong Wen felt his mouth was dry, his heart was pounding, and even his voice was a little hoarse, "It's so late, is there anything we can't talk about tomorrow?"
"I, I can't sleep."
When these words came out, Illya's cheeks almost started to bleed, "Can you sit with me?"
Mudd!
Who can bear this?
Zhong Wen felt hot all over his body and his nostrils were itchy, as if something was about to spurt out.
You can't blame him for his lack of concentration. In the middle of the night, a beautiful girl wearing a translucent nightgown ran to his door and said "I can't sleep." It would have been difficult for any vigorous young man to control it.
live.
What's more, she is a noble girl who is usually arrogant, always likes to be sarcastic, and also has the status of a princess.
The combination of these qualities makes Illya, who is already a loser, even more attractive, enough to easily stir up the desire to conquer deep in a man's heart.
Did she mean sit down? Or do it?
In this situation, Zhong Wen couldn't help but start thinking wildly, and some pictures that were not suitable for children even appeared in his mind.
"Can I go in?"
Just when his thoughts were confused, Illya asked softly again.
However, before Zhong Wen could answer, she had already bowed her body and, like a dexterous cat, slipped under his arm and entered the room.
By the time Zhong Wen turned around, Illya was already sitting on the bed, her delicate body curled up into a ball, her hands holding her knees, her movements slightly stiff, which showed that she was not in a relaxed mood.
"Girl, why are you sitting on my bed?" Zhong Wen couldn't help but swallowed hard, his eyes widened, "Tell you, I, I am not someone who can be ignored."
"ha?"
Illya looked up at him with a puzzled look on her face.
"Men as charming as me are indeed rare. It is reasonable for you to be unable to control yourself."
Zhong Wen cleared his throat and said seriously, "But I already have a wife, and there are more than one. Even if you take the initiative to throw yourself into my arms, it won't help..."
"Bah, who is going to throw themselves into your arms?"
Illya was both angry and funny, so she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, "Smelly!"
"You, a young girl, came to my bed dressed like this in the middle of the night."
Zhong Wen pointed to the nightgown she was wearing and sighed, "What's it if it's not to seduce me?"
"Don't make trouble."
Illya shook her head and said, "I'm just very confused and want to find someone to talk to."
"Why don't you go find Xiaowan?"
Zhong Wen said in confusion, "They are all girls, so it's not easy for people to misunderstand."
"this late."
Illya shook her head slightly and said, "I'm afraid of disturbing Sister Xiaowan's rest."
Damn it!
She needs to rest, don’t I?
Zhong Wen's head was full of black lines, he was speechless, and he was complaining wildly in his heart.
However, looking at the girl's slightly melancholy expression, he hesitated again and again, but finally did not give the eviction order.
Just because he knew that after Ilia walked around the house wearing cool clothes, even if he drove her away at this time, he would probably not be able to sleep well that night.
"Say it."
He shook his head helplessly, ran to the table, poured a glass of water and handed it to Ilia, then slowly walked to the bed and sat down next to the blond girl, "What do you want to talk about?"
The two people's arms were gently leaning against each other. The soft touch and the faint fragrance coming from the nose made Zhong Wen distracted and almost couldn't control himself.
The girl's cheeks were also flushed, and she seemed to want to move away, but she hesitated for a long time, but in the end she didn't move at all, and just buried her face deeply between her knees.
"Zhong Wen, I'm so scared."
I don't know how long it took, but she suddenly raised her head and looked directly at Zhong Wen with her big, watery eyes, with a faint sparkle in the corners of her eyes.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Zhong Wen asked casually.
"I don't know whether I should inherit the throne, or whether I can be a good emperor."
At this moment, the pretty face of the blond girl was full of confusion, her slender body was trembling slightly, and she was as weak as ever before. She looked so pitiful and pitiful, "I don't know how I will be alone once you leave."
To so many people who hate me and hate me."
"What does it have to do with me?" Zhong Wen curled his lips, but he had no intention of soothing her emotions.
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Illya stared into his eyes and said half-seriously, "My friend has troubles, shouldn't you help me solve them?"
"I just said it casually."
Zhong Wen shook his head, "Friends are those who can provide benefits. Girl, what benefits can you give me?"
"You come all the way back to Jinyao Imperial Capital with me."
Illya's eyes darkened and she asked gloomily, "What are you trying to get?"
"No, don't answer me."
Before Zhong Wen could answer, she changed the subject again, "Don't tell me now, at least tonight, we are still friends."
"Okay." Zhong Wen smiled lightly.
"When do you plan to go back?"
Illya breathed a sigh of relief and leaned towards him unconsciously.
"After you take over the throne."
Zhong Wen thought for a while and said, "It's almost time for us to leave."
"Then will you come to my coronation ceremony?"
Illya looked up at him, with a bit of melancholy and a bit of expectation in her eyes.
"you invited me."
Looking at the girl's uneasy expression, Zhong Wen's heart softened, and his expression instantly softened, "I'll go."
"Thanks."
The girl's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.
The room fell into silence, and the two of them just stared at each other quietly, their eyes seemed to convey a thousand words, but neither of them spoke again.
"Zhuma, when you come in."
I don't know how long it took, but Zhong Wen suddenly turned his head and looked at the dark corner of the room, "Can you knock on the door first?"
"Hehe, I really can't hide it from you?"
A concave and graceful figure slowly walked out from the shadows, with a smart and playful light shining through her delicate eyes. A charming smile hung on her gorgeous face, but there was a hint of evil spirit between the eyebrows and eyes, not beads. Which one is Ma?
"Girl, you're just a young girl, why did you sneak into my room in the middle of the night without even saying hello?"
Zhong Wen covered his forehead with his hands and asked with a headache, "Aren't you afraid of being gossiped about?"
"Can sister Illya come? Can't I come?"
Zhuma pursed her lips, glared at him lightly and said, "Besides, you are so lecherous. If I don't come and keep an eye on you, who knows how she will be bullied."
"Sister Zhuma, no, it's not what you think!"
Illya didn't expect this to happen, and her face turned red with embarrassment. She waved her hands repeatedly and explained anxiously, "Nothing happened between me and him. We were just chatting."
"Want to chat? That's great, I like chatting too."
Zhuma glanced at her with a half-smile, then moved her jade feet to the bedside, squeezed Zhong Wen away, and sat down unceremoniously between the two of them, giggling and saying, "What are you talking about?" Take me one, take me one!"
Zhong Wen still didn't understand what she was thinking, but he couldn't force himself back, so he could only curl up on the small bedside alone, shaking his head repeatedly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Is the killing quick?" He calmed down and asked cautiously.
With his spiritual consciousness, of course he would not be able to sense the bloody turmoil caused by Zhuma in the imperial capital. The reason why he asked this was just to ease the embarrassment and find something to say when he had nothing to say.
"So-so."
Zhuma curled her lips and replied without hesitation, "The masters of the Golden Clan have almost died a long time ago. The strength of these remaining nobles is so rubbish that it is not interesting to kill them. I just killed more than thirty nobles with titles at random. , then it ended hastily.”
"More than thirty!"
Illya was taken aback, and instinctively opened her fingers and counted them, "Isn't it true that the Golden Clan is going to die?"
No wonder she was shocked. In the previous conflicts, the nobles of the imperial capital who had been on the stage had already suffered heavy casualties. There were not many people with titles left. Now if more than thirty people died, it would definitely be considered a loss. Bones, almost annihilated.
"Sister Illya, kill so many nobles under your command."
Zhuma hugged her affectionately and whispered in her ear, half-truthfully and half-falsely, "You don't blame me, do you?"
"Which of these people doesn't hate me to the core? Killing them will bring peace of mind."
Illya smiled bitterly and shook her head, "It's just that there are suddenly so many officials missing. I can't figure out where to find people to take their places."
Zhong Wen's heart moved, and an idea vaguely appeared in his mind.
"Brother Chef, are you asleep?"
At this moment, Shen Xiaowan's clear and sweet voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Can I come in?"
"Squeak~"
Before he could answer, the door had been pushed open from the outside, revealing an exquisite and graceful light yellow figure.
I haven't agreed yet!
What's the point of your question "Can I come in?"
Everyone who comes in and out of my room, do you know what personal privacy is? What is the sense of boundaries?
Looking at Shen Xiaowan who pushed open the door and walked in, Zhong Wen, with one head and two heads, secretly cursed, and a deep feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart unconsciously.
"What are you doing?"
Shen Xiaowan seemed unaware of his thoughts. She glanced across the bed and immediately pouted, with a look of dissatisfaction on her face, "It was so black that I didn't even light a spiritual crystal lamp." ."
"Sister Xiaowan."
Unexpectedly, running to Zhong Wen's room on a whim would actually arouse the dissatisfaction of Zhuma and Shen Xiaowan at the same time. Illya panicked and explained hurriedly, "We are chatting."
"The three of you chat secretly."
Shen Xiaowan was even more displeased, "You didn't take me with you?"
After saying that, she actually carried the giant hammer to the bedside and sat down in the empty space on the other side of Illya.
As a result, the space was further compressed, and Zhong Wen had to curl up into a ball, looking indescribably embarrassed.
What's even worse is the awkward atmosphere after Shen Xiaowan sits down.
The room was quiet, with a man and three women huddled tightly on the same bed. The faint body fragrance of the three girls floated in the air, like peonies and lilies, each different, but all refreshing, adding to the already weird atmosphere. A bit ambiguous, a bit charming, it’s exactly the same as “Beauty is the most beautiful thing, but fragrance is even more sentimental”.
How can this be fixed?
Such a strange and embarrassing situation immediately gave Zhong Wen a headache and he fell into an unprecedented entanglement.
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