Your Majesty’s Heart-to-heart Pet

Ruan Yang lowered his eyes and looked at Ning Yuqian's hand on his wrist. His cuffs were embroidered in the style of rolling auspicious clouds, and his black clothes looked a little dull.

She rolled her eyes and prolonged her voice: "You want to see—"

Ning Yuqian thought she was asking him, and nodded.

His lips were tight, and there was a feeling of coldness, but there was a sense of inexplicability in his eyes when he looked at Ruan Yang. From the bottom of my eyes, there is a kind of almost paranoid light.

Ruan Yang shook his head slowly, and for a long while, a smile appeared on his lips, with a mocking tone: "Do you have to jump if you want to see the concubine? Huh?"

Ning Yuqian humiliated her too many times. After a long time, Ruan Yang silently classified this person as a villain in his heart, but had to suppress himself and treat this person with a false impression.

Ning Yuqian let go of her hand and took a leisurely look at the gate of the palace. The women who followed Ruan Yang were staring at them curiously.

He raised his head confidently, and said in a light and fluttering voice: "I can help you hold the Queen Mother's birthday banquet."

The implication is-as long as Ruan Yang promised him.

Ruan Yang hesitated a little, and shrank his hands in his sleeves. If this birthday banquet was hosted by her, she would definitely encounter a lot of trouble. But if it is handed over to Ning Yuqian, the matter will be much simpler.

After all, this man is the emperor in the face, who dares to offend him?

Ruan Yang raised his eyes and looked at Ning Yuqian. She indeed learned dance, and classical dance, but she was not very interested in dancing, so she gave up halfway through learning, only remembering a few scattered dance steps.

If you jump out like this-will Ning Yuqian be dissatisfied?

She lowered her head and said very shyly and hardly: "It's just that the dance of the concubine is not beautiful, I am afraid that your majesty will not like it."

"do not like?"

Ning Yuqian tilted his head, his brows and eyes were rarely dyed with a touch of softness, and even the corners of his lips were slightly bent. The expression on Ruan Yang's eyes was unfathomable.

Ruan Yang blinked, trying to squeeze out a few tears, and his voice was even sweeter: "If your majesty doesn't dislike it, the concubines are willing to... dance for you."

Little Walnut in front of the Shouan Palace was ecstatic when he saw this scene, and hurriedly pinched Su Bihuai to beckon her to see the intimacy between Ning Yuqian and Ruan Yang.

Although they are far apart, they make the movements between the two more intimate.

Su Bihuai smiled sincerely, with a kind tone: "Your Majesty seems to like Niang Niang very much." She could vaguely feel that Ning Yuqian was not a close man. Only when he was standing here, he alone did not refuse Empress Ruan's touch.

Little Walnut raised his eyebrows and smiled: "That's! My wife is beautiful and beautiful, and a man will like it when she sees it!"

Not to mention Ning Yuqian, who is rumored to be less than female.

Su Bihuai bends her eyes in agreement, "Emperor Ruan is indeed a kind hearted person, except sometimes..." When she started things, she was a little confused.

"My mother is good everywhere." Xiao Walnut stared at her, with a childish tone: "You can't say that your mother is not good!"

Although Ruan Yang did not treat her very well in the past, it was because she led her to lead her to the King Huai'an everywhere and wanted to never see her again. But now, she and Ruan Yang are grasshoppers tied to a rope.

She has no one to rely on except Ruan Yang, even Mrs. Ruan can't reach into the deep palace.

Ning Yuqian in the distance seemed to be in a very good mood. He hadn't thought of embarrassing her at first, and after getting what he had been thinking about, he didn't have much to say to her.

Ning Yuqian nodded lightly, and even pointed at Ruan Yang's neck leisurely: "Remember to rub the medicine on time."

Ruan Yang nodded with a dark face, and said gloomily: "What your majesty said. Your concubine will remember to administer the medicine on time, so that you can't forget your love for your concubine."

"As long as you know."

Ning Yuqian's voice was very soft, and he walked away before Ruan Yang could react.

Ruan Yang was stunned, but he could only see his back, standing tall and strong, looking very powerful.

The untied part of his long hair dangled behind him, swaying in the breeze. It looks like a dignified gentleman.

She blinked, suspecting that the talkative Ning Yuqian was her own delusion.

Ruan Yang was still a little startled when she returned to Bihe Palace. She looked at her wrist blankly, and the touch of Ning Yuqian's cold hand seemed to remain.

Pointing his finger on the desktop, he made a "knock" sound, Ruan Yang propped his chin and asked Su Bihuai, who was willing to clean the room and organize the boxes for himself: "Sister Bihuai, can you dance?"

Su Bihuai paused when he opened the box. She looked at Ruan Yang with some helplessness. She smiled nervously, but her eyes were bright: "When the slave was a child, I learned it with my mother."

Her mother is a dancer who dances very well, but she was born humble and married to her dad-a person who eats, drinks, prostitutes and gambles.

But that man was really good to them, but it was a pity that she owed a lot of debts and she came to work in the palace to make money.

Ruan Yang nodded clearly.

The male protagonist likes women and can dance, so he likes the female protagonist. But...Why does the hero let her dance to him now?

Isn’t this a mistake about the character relationship...

Ruan Yang thought for a while, and said slyly: "Sister Bihuai, can you do something for Yang'er?"

Su Bihuai nodded blankly; "Slaves but listen to your instructions."

Ruan Yang pondered for a moment, then thought about giving Su Bihuai a vaccination: "But this matter may be a little embarrassing."

Su Bihuai waved her hand and smiled plainly: "The lady is very good to the servants, she brought them back to Bihe Palace from the cold palace, and she has never wronged the servants, she is comparable to sisters to the servants." There is nothing bad outside of my mind.

Seeing Ruan Yang lowered his head for some reason, Su Bihuai said again: "The slave servant can do anything for you."

Ruan Yang's head hangs lower.

She had just regarded this person as the heroine in this book, a name, and some information she had learned.

But now this person put her in such a high position.

Su Bihuai is true and regards herself as a benefactor. And she has been thinking about how to use her to avoid the male lead.

She seems to...do something wrong.

Ruan Yang slowly raised her head, Su Bihuai pursed her lips and smiled cautiously, looking at her with clear eyes without any impurities.

She didn't look threatening at all.

——But this person will personally send Ruan Yang to a dead end for the sake of power.

Ruan Yang grabbed her hair irritably, a pair of warm hands gently stopped her movements, she raised her eyes, Su Bihuai smiled, her voice softly: "Mother, don't hurt yourself."

This sentence suddenly defeated Ruan Yang's defense.

She has been cautious these days, trying to survive, and even doing many things that go against her heart.

But in the end, it was not her intention to come here. Such a cautious life is not the life she wants.

She blinked, her eyes moist.

Those grievances suddenly came up.

Ruan Yang said in a dumb voice: "Sister Bihuai, I'm fine." After she said that, she waved Su Bihuai's hand away and panicked out of the room. There was always a voice in her mind telling her-kill Su Bihuai, all the crises will be lifted.

However, she couldn't do it. Finally, after thinking about it for a long time, I decided to walk the plot cautiously, but Ning Yuqian kept pressing on.

Let her have nowhere to escape, no room for breathing.

Who knows why the pervert should make her dance... Who knows, what will happen to her unexpectedly after the dance.

Originally, the person who promised her to hold a birthday banquet for the queen mother... is Ning Yuqian.

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Ruan Yang has changed into a water-red dance dress. The pleated skirts are spread out one after the other. As she walks, she has layers of arcs. There is an ink-colored belt around her waist. The belt is very long and hangs down along the waist. There is an arm length.

This is Qianyuan Palace, Ning Yuqian's bedroom.

The palace at night was inexplicably silent, the fifteenth moon was extremely round, hanging in the sky illuminating the ground, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air. Ruan Yang noticed that Ning Yuqian was deliberately standing far away from the flowers.

She steadied her mind and stood up as much as possible, Ning Yuqian's gaze stuck tightly to her body.

Ruan Yang cleared his throat and noticed that Ning Yuqian was wearing something similar to a flute around his waist.

Wouldn't he just want to...accompany her?

"Your Majesty, there are not many dances that your concubines can dance. If you don't dislike it, then we will start early, early..."

"Not urgent."

Ruan Yang originally wanted to end early, but Ning Yuqian snatched her words first.

She waited suspiciously for Ning Yuqian to say, anyway, this person is the master, she is at best a little transparent.

Ning Yuqian raised his eyes and cast a faint glance at her, his lips curled up, and he actually smiled.

Ruan Yang shrank his shoulders, silently interpreting the meaning of this smile in his heart, thinking whether it was an unkind smile or the last smile before the murder.

However, it was obvious that everything she thought was wrong.

Ning Yuqian just took the flute from his waist and blew it across his mouth, his fingers flapping between the flute holes.

Ruan Yang didn't know the flute, but he thought his technique was very beautiful.

The flute played is also nice.

She is a science student, and her Chinese is basically abandoned. She only had mathematics, physics and chemistry in her mind during the college entrance examination.

No more adjectives can be found to describe it.

Ning Yuqian slowly walked towards her, Ruan Yang originally wanted to step back, but...

Ning Yuqian under the moonlit night is as cold as a god.

Yuehua wandered on his black clothes, his eyes were focused, his face was handsome, the expression on his face was soft, and there was a touch of intoxicating brilliance in his eyes.

Ruan Yang couldn't move his steps subconsciously, and he was dumbfounded.

Ning Yuqian freed up a hand and wrapped it around Ruan Yang's waist, turning his arm over and flying his fingertips, raising Ruan Yang's arm upright above her head, slowly and gracefully, leading her in a circle. lock up.

The hem of the pleated skirt flew up and down, blooming like flowers on the ground.

The flute has never been messed up.

The sound of the flute whimpered and deep, as if there was a deep thought, all poured into this soft flute sound.

Ruan Yang remembered what he had promised, looked for the steps he learned in the practice room in his memory, and jumped up.

She hasn't jumped for a long time, she is not very proficient, and her footsteps are a little messy, but because of her vivid appearance, she looks a little seductive.

She stepped cautiously, but suddenly thought of a poem:

Aizi blows the jade flute in the wind, and the beauty draws her clothes to the moon dance.