The ruthless and admonishing Dapeng rushed towards the corner of the bed, rolled up his long arms, and Penghao lay in the arms of King Qi.
Let’s go to court!”
The sound of "牉牉胪醯Na" sounded low in Penghao's ears. The warm breath blew behind Penghao's ears, giving off a tickling feeling.
He didn't understand what went wrong. Ever since he met this ugly slave three days ago, everything has been different.
He was actually longing for her, longing for an ugly slave. This made him angry at himself and at this ugly slave.
"Yinqi."
He dug his teeth out and curled up his small and thin body desperately into King Qi's arms. There was the last warmth in the world.
Unfortunately, King Qi did not hear what Penghao said. He just subconsciously hugged the little man in his arms tightly.
Damn it, Your Majesty!!"
The people in the palace ran in in panic and saw the disheveled king holding the little lamp-holder in his arms. Just seeing the pale-faced Zheng Ji being pulled out, the palace people knew that the king had lost his temper again.
Which one of them dares to come in without risking his life?
They came running in panic after the beautiful girl came out of the king's palace.
"Move to the south study room."
King Qi's voice was majestic and cold. All the people in the palace lowered their heads.
There was a fire in the palace of King Qi, and it could not be cleaned up at the moment. Tonight, the king had no choice but to stay in the south study room.
Following the instructions, eight palace servants walked in carrying a step-by-step procession.
King Qi had a sullen face and strode forward. The curtain of the door was opened, and no one could see clearly how King Qi got in.
The palace people didn't dare to look up. They only knew that the King of Qi tonight was the furious King of Hell. If he didn't act even slightly, his head would fall to the ground.
When the curtain is lowered, the boat moves like a boat in the water, swinging regularly.
Penghao was wearing thin clothes, and when blown by the cold outdoor wind, she couldn't help but shrink deeper into King Qi's arms.
King Qi was speechless. He wrapped Bao Hao completely in his coat. While his hands and feet were doing these movements gently, King Qi's face was still hard and cold.
Maybe it was because of the warmth in King Qi's arms, or maybe Penghao was really too sleepy.
When her thin breathing came out from King Qi's arms, King Qi realized that she had fallen asleep.
A hand, a thick, warm hand, fell on Fenghao's forehead, gently brushing away a few strands of messy hair...
Slender and delicate eyebrows; fine, long eyelashes that still tremble slightly in the dream; delicate face that should be pink, but has a little paleness; face that should be beautiful, but is in a terrible state
The purple scars look even more frightening...
Penghao in her sleep, with her beautiful and demure temperament, but her ghostly appearance, once again made King Qi frown.
King Qi's hand fell on the row of long closed eyelashes. Under these long eyelashes, those eyes like autumn water were so familiar. They were always engraved with pain in King Qi's heart.
"Ling'er, the poor man's Ling'er!"
King Qi's hand gently touched Penghao, and every part of his face. Every inch of skin bloomed under his hands, exuding the faint fragrance of a girl, but showing off endless ugliness. His spirit was beautiful
She is the most beautiful woman in the world.
However, the woman in his arms is not his Ling'er. She is just a little lamp-holder. She can never be his Ling'er. She is too ugly. Ling'er is too beautiful.
However, she fascinated him so much.
He loves her and can't help being attracted to her.
He hates her, hates her for making him obsessed with her.
She is not his Ling'er, his Ling'er is dead and will never come back.
King Qi's men used a little more force.
Penghao couldn't help but open her eyes. She glanced at King Qi's face, which was very close at hand. She only gave him a hazy look and fell asleep again.
King Qi sighed, and there was an imperceptible hint of loneliness on his arrogant face.
He closed his eyes and hugged Penghao tightly in his arms.
"Kings!"
The cautious voice of the palace attendant sounded outside the curtain.
Have you arrived at the South Study Room?
King Qi was stunned for a moment and said in a deep voice,
"Tingyuxuan"
The Buchu started to move again, and King Qi's heart ached.