Fangfei's heart was beating wildly before she understood why her ominous premonition came.

She rushed over and hugged him hard: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty..."

His eyes lit up and he looked at her wide: "Fangfei...Fangfei...you are worried about me..."

She couldn't speak, and her heart was cut off, just hugging him tightly.

Haven't you ever worried about him in this life?

Such a deeply entangled man, dare you to say that he never cared about his life or death?

His hand suddenly pressed her tightly, and his chin rubbed against her hair, which was very warm and enjoyable. This moment was filled with a kind of tranquil sweetness. It was even more refreshing than those days in the Prince's Mansion.

.It seems that even the blood on the corner of my mouth has been completely forgotten.

Her body moved.

But he hugged him tighter and said softly: "Fangfei, don't move."

The familiar smell of a woman floated in her nostrils. The lust that had just not yet subsided seemed to be reviving. His hug became tighter and his breathing became more rapid.

Fangfei could even hear his heart, beating so hard.

"His Majesty……"

He still didn't move, and he still hugged her tightly, experiencing the warmth and fragrance of the woman's body in his arms. Nature created the human body to get close to each other and experience the natural warmth and intimacy.

But, knowing her struggle, he suddenly became compromised.

He just hugged it tightly, and even didn't dare to kiss the lips that were pressed against her ear. He could only let the flames in his body swell again and again.

This is even more like a huge torture. It is like an active volcano that burns in the heart but cannot erupt. Therefore, it will inevitably cause even greater storm waves.

He has been suppressing it.

The more you are depressed, the heavier you breathe.

Fangfei only felt the burning heat in her ears - but it was not just lust. It was a kind of heat with a smell of blood. That was why she was particularly thrilling.

No, even if I hate him and blame him, I never hope that is the case.

Never want him to go like this.

Her voice was a little fluttering: "Your Majesty...what are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll show you..."

"Don't... Fangfei..." He noticed her struggle and his voice became very weak, "Fangfei, don't leave me... Fangfei, stay with me for a while, okay?"

With such a voice, she had no choice.

The tears of the candle fell down one by one, and the lights fluttered and reflected the two people on the bed. At that time, he was the costume of the Supreme Emperor and the costume of the Empress Dowager.

Two people hugged each other.

Just like those years when white clothes were better than snow.

He remembered: Hey, he should have held her like this long ago.

He didn't even know what she was thinking. Did she also think of those years of first love? The initial heartbeat and sadness? He had heard of wind, frost, rain and snow together with his beloved?

At some point, she also forgot about his condition.

But slowly, as the air cooled, she smelled a faint smell of blood. In the middle of her clothes, it was like a flower gradually becoming black and gradually aging.

Just like your own youth.

Love!

Trouble for half a lifetime.

It was erected, but it ground the bones.

Where can I and Emperor Hongwen have a trace of integrity in my five internal organs?

When he hugged, he could only hear her rapid breathing. The breathing slowly became lighter and quieter, and even the faint fragrance that came out of her black hair.

The beautiful mountains and rivers of Beiwudang have made her not old yet. Even when she caresses her hair, it is still the smoothness of the past, soft and fragrant.

He whispered in her ear with joy: "Fangfei...Fangfei..."

Just shouting her name, hope it will last for a lifetime.

I just hope that she will hold herself like this, and then for another lifetime.

She also completely lost her mind and buried in his arms, like a heartless and heartless puppet man. It seemed that Honger, who ascended the throne at a young age, had no idea how to solve the next problem.

How I hope that the sky will be dark like this and will never light up.

How great it would be to never see the sun tomorrow.

The two people hugging each other, not sure when they fell asleep. They snuggled up to each other, and her head was soft on his arms, sleeping very peacefully and calmly.

Just like the years a long time ago.

He also slept very quietly, not even coughing, and even had a smile on his face in his sleep.

However, in the middle of the night, he was awakened by the cold wind outside the window. In the heavy snow that swept down, he opened his eyes. At that time, the candle flashed, and the candlelight seemed to shed the last tear.

In this lingering light, he saw the woman's face in his arms, snow-white, and a string of faint tears hanging on her eyelashes. When she was sleeping like this, she looked like Hong'er.

Just like Honger's cry on the day of ascending the throne: "I replaced the throne of my father... I am very sad..."

He smiled quietly in the dark. What's there to be sad about?

Giving him the best things in the world is his greatest joy.

Just as the candlelight was completely extinguished, he suddenly raised his head slightly, turned sideways, and kissed her lips accurately at the moment when he was about to fall.

He was very gentle, she didn't notice it.

However, this time, the weight of lust is reduced, but a kind of intense feeling from the heart - love and tenderness.

His body seemed to have lost the power of lust, and could only repay the last, greatest tenderness.

He hugged her and kissed her tossed and turned.

From the hair on her temples, to her warm cheeks, and even her soft hands—especially her hands, he noticed that she was asleep, holding her hands all the time, clasping her fingers tightly.

Maybe it was me who grabbed her first - I kept holding her like this, spending such a night with her in my favorite posture.

When young, couples come together in old age.

He used up his lust and only hoped to have a woman with him.

After a long time, she still fell asleep.

This is still the same as Honger. Once she falls asleep completely, she will not wake up even when she thunders. Because she has been worried for a long time, it is rare to sleep for so peacefully for a night.

She murmured as he kissed her lips again. He smiled slightly, couldn't help but make a hoarse laugh, watching her turn over lazyly.

It was in the dark, and he could only caress her eyebrows, and he was so strangely entangled.

One of her hands reached out and placed them outside the quilt.

He immediately gently brought it to her, put it in under the quilt, and held it tightly.

That night, she did not turn over again. And he, at some point, squeezed her hand and fell asleep completely.

The wind and snow roared all night.

The little emperor greeted him according to the convention. However, at the door, he stopped. In his heart, he seemed to know that the father, the queen mother... they were together.

And today is a big falsity.

After the emperor ascended the throne, there was a seven-day vacation.

It was quiet everywhere.

He was wearing a crown, with so many servants and guards behind him. Originally, he was filled with a slight worry, but at this moment he felt happy - the kind of little happiness that belongs to a child.

When he went in, he left everyone out.

He was young, but he gave orders as the emperor. Of course, no one dared not to ignore him.

He quietly entered the Cining Palace alone and into the Queen Mother's bedroom.

The palace maids were all guarding outside. When they saw him, they immediately greeted him quietly.

He looked around and saw the wine glasses on the table, two, and a cloak from his father, which was placed outside.

He breathed a sigh of relief and jumped out a little.

The palace maids all breathed a sigh of relief.

Fangfei opened her eyes first. She was entangled all night, but when she woke up, she was still very tired and haggard. Even if she had no dreams, she felt invisible haggard and sad.

Emperor Hongwen lay beside him. He lie in a tidy manner, his clothes neatly.

It was like two pure teenagers leaning on each other all night on such a stormy night.

She touched Huhua's forehead, sat up, and placed her hand on his pulse. He was still sleeping heavily. However, when her hand left, he held her back and held her again. So, she took her pulse.

Whenever, you use the backhand.

Listening carefully, his face turned pale.
To be continued...