Your Majesty, the Empress is on the Battlefield Again!

  Chapter 779, I can't help but suffocate my breath.

  The dress was thrown into the space by myself at that time, and it was completely regarded as a collectible.

  Siro really didn't expect to wear it one day.

  Slippery silk fabric, cool to the touch, and an inexplicable fragrance.

   It is rumored that a certain king in ancient times specially sought out a spirit craftsman to build it for his queen. The materials are all excellent, and it feels really extraordinary in the hand.

  This is even better than silk, it is very close to the skin and has almost no weight.

  She can imagine that this dress probably has no sense of reality on her body, as if she is not wearing it.

  Looking at the sky, the sunset was almost setting, she struggled for a while, and decided to take a bath first.

   After all, this is the first time she wears women's clothing, and Si Luo wants to have a sense of ceremony.

  Besides, the fight today was a bit noisy, and now she relaxes and feels tired and sore.

  This luxurious palace has a special hot spring bath, but it is used exclusively by the emperor. Anyway, there are no other servants in the palace, and no one will notice even if she uses it.

So Si Luo passed by when the sky was slightly dark. When passing by the main hall, she glanced inside, and found that the stern man was sitting upright on the tea seat in a kneeling posture, with one hand curling up. Yan's teapot was raised to his chest and shaken gently, concentrating on making tea.

  This handsome man who exudes immortality and looks like a king is about to become her husband.

   Tsk tsk, it's like a dream.

  Si Luo sighed in his heart, forced himself to look away, and passed without a trace.

  If the brothers and sisters in modern times saw her current expression, they would probably be full of horror, beating their chests and calling the end of the world!

   Today's time seems to have become extremely slow.

  The man felt that the process of making tea can play a role in meditation, so he did so.

  In the past, when he made tea, his hands never shook, but when he put the teacup near his lips to prepare, he found that the tea was rippled layer by layer, which had never happened before.

   It can be seen that my heart is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface.

  When Si Luo passed by, the man noticed it, and he also knew that she should be heading for the bathing pool.

   Breathing can't help but suffocate.

  He closed his eyes and forced himself to concentrate, only to feel that the time that passed at the speed of light in the past was extremely long today.

  Finally, the last rays of the setting sun fell.

  The entire palace was shrouded in darkness.

  In the past at this time, Si Luo would light up all the palace lanterns one by one.

   But now no one lights a lamp.

  The emperor was surrounded by darkness, but he didn't look obtrusive.

  At this time, the sound of small footsteps outside the hall approached here with a sense of oppression.

  The man suddenly opened his eyes.

   A deep golden flashed in the pupil.

   On this special day today, why are there always people who are not afraid of death coming to provoke you again and again?

  Thinking of Si Luo who might still be soaking in the bathtub.

  The man's eyes darkened, and he decided to quietly clean up these troublemakers before she arrived.

  As soon as this thought came up, a cold killing intent suddenly filled the surroundings, and the temperature dropped a little.

  It was just that those footsteps had just reached the courtyard, when there were bursts of gasps in unison.

  Under the moonlight, on the corridor, a barefoot woman in a white glazed fairy dress, holding a torch in one hand, walked slowly like the rays of light piercing the darkness.

  In the darkness, the flames were reflected in the pair of glass-like ink-colored pupils, dyed with a trace of cold scarlet.

  (end of this chapter)