Your Majesty’s Heart-to-heart Pet

Ruan Yang closed his eyes and suppressed the fear of Ning Yuqian in his heart.

Her voice was calm, without the slightest panic: "Let's go out."

Little Walnut nodded, but he was still worried about whether General Zhou would help his lady as promised.

Ruan Yang got up from the water, the drops of water slid down her body, appearing crystal clear under the dim light, this body was so beautiful.

This year, Ruan Yang was only seventeen years old.

She went to school early, and when she was in college, she was one year younger than a girl of the same level.

But the development is very good, there are a lot of places that should be there.

She put on the clothes on the side and smiled at Little Walnut.

Ruan Yang thought as to relieve his pressure: "Little Walnut, wish me luck."

I wish I will not become Ning Yuqian's servant.

Little Walnut also smiled at Ruan Yang: "The empress will definitely get what she wants."

She meant to be a queen.

Ruan Yang's eyes were slightly bent, drawing a charming arc, and the red cinnabar mole at the end of the eye was coquettish.

Little Walnut was dizzy by the beauty, and forgot to teach Ruan Yang how to serve His Majesty.

When Ruan Yang went out of the palace gate, a sedan chair that was a little too luxurious stopped at the gate of the palace.

For the first time, she looked up at the palace.

There are exquisite palace lanterns hanging at the entrance of the temple, a whole row, from a distance, they are connected as a long line.

The three words Bihe Palace are written on the plaque.

Ruan Yang lifted his lips and smiled silently.

She will not die here.

Don't think of trapping her in this palace.

Ruan Yang stepped onto the sedan chair, Xiao Walnut carefully supported her.

She was wearing a red dress, and she looked charming and coquettish.

A small face, painted with a light makeup, but it is a charm in the bones.

Bihe Palace is not far from Qianyuan Palace, but it will be half an hour.

Behind the sedan chair, a delicately dressed woman looked at all this with cold eyes, and then snorted.

Concubine Rong shook off the kerchief in her hand and clenched her fist angrily.

It was Ruan Yang last night, and she is still tonight.

Are all the rumors of Ning Yuqian spoiling her true?

She covered her lips, supported the hand of the little court lady beside her, and returned to Changqiu Palace.

The sedan chair fell steadily in front of Qianyuan Hall, and Ruan Yang went down calmly.

The little father-in-law who was guarding the door, Yuan, saw Ruan Yang coming and hurriedly greeted him. He bent over and smiled and sent Ruan Yang into the hall.

At this time, the sky was already sinking, the moon hung its head out of the sky, and a dim moonlight shone on the ground.

After Yu An sent her in, he went out by himself.

Ruan Yang walked step by step along the stone road in the palace.

I wondered how long it would take to travel from Zhou Mansion to the imperial palace.

The inside of the hall was unexpectedly dark.

Without lighting, she could see the road in front of her through the dark moonlight.

Walking cautiously.

For a while, the sight in front of her stopped her for a lifetime.

Ning Yuqian, dressed in a black long gown, was sitting idle on Shi Deng, with a pot of wine and two small ceramic wine glasses on the table in front of him.

Hearing the footsteps, he raised his head and looked at Ruan Yang with deep eyes.

In the misty moonlight, the woman in front of her was shockingly beautiful.

There was a sliver of light in those peach blossom eyes, and the blood-colored long skirt lined the whole person so attractively.

She looked at him timidly and bowed respectfully.

The voice whispered his Majesty.

Ning Yuqian touched the wine glass with his hand and looked away calmly.

Her voice was soft and soft, as if she had no temper.

Speaking of love words, but always disgusted him.

No fake, no sweetness at all.

Ning Yuqian held the edge of the hip flask in his hand, his eyes fell on Ruan Yang, and his voice was a little empty: "Faith Ruan, get up and have a drink with me."

Ruan Yang raised his head, looked at him in surprise, and suddenly didn't understand what Ning Yuqian meant.

Ning Yuqian suddenly became irritable under her eyes, but couldn't hear her voice at all: "What are you doing in a daze?"

Ruan Yang reacted and walked to Ning Yuqian as slowly as possible, and wanted to take the flask in his hand.

Ning Yuqian seemed to smile softly, with a very soft voice, and soon disappeared into this summer night.

What he said was like a mockery: "Who told you to pour alcohol? I let you drink."

Hearing his voice, Ruan Yang shook his hands subconsciously, lowered his head and sat down on the opposite side respectfully.

The porcelain-white little hand held the ceramic wine glass and handed it to Ning Yuqian, with a well-behaved voice: "Your Majesty."

Ning Yuqian's expression was a little fuzzy at this moment, most of his face was hidden in the shadows, the moonlight was dim, and Ruan Yang only saw the arc of his lips that evoked when he didn't know when.

Very shallow, very shallow.

She didn't look closely and couldn't see clearly at all.

Ruan Yang continued to soften her voice, anxiously waiting for Zhou Ranhao to rescue her from the fire.

Or, take the initiative to let Ning Yuqian hate her and let her go.

Or just wait for Zhou Ranhao.

Ruan Yang had only these two options at this time.

However, she did not dare to think about the first choice.

It really disgusted Ning Yuqian, and she had no choice but to die.

There are unknown flowers planted by the stone table, which look very precious, and they are not really beautiful under the moonlit night.

It was quiet all around, and Ning Yuqian, who was opposite her, suddenly became calm and unconscious.

It's like... the last silence before the storm.

The sound of the water gurgled, some turbid liquor appeared clear under the moon, and the wine filled the glass in her hand little by little.

Ruan Yang just wanted to withdraw his hand and drink the wine.

She had never drunk any wine, nor could she see what kind of wine Ning Yuqian gave her.

I just felt that if she drank it, Ning Yuqian would not be angry.

Ning Yuqian was not angry. Would not kill her.

Ning Yuqian suddenly grabbed her hand. His voice was very low and lazy. Ruan Yang had to concentrate before he could hear clearly: "Yang'er, do you guess how long it will take Zhou Ranhao to arrive?"

Ruan Yang's hand stiffened.

I only felt that the temperature from the back of her hand was scorching hot, as if it was going to burn her entire palm through.

She subconsciously stared at Ning Yuqian with wide eyes.

The voice trembled: "Your Majesty... Your concubines..."

Ning Yuqian laughed suddenly, the laughter was a little strange in the silent night, making Ruan Yang flustered.

His hand stroked Ruan Yang's thin white skin, and he felt the tremors happily.

"Yang'er, I have already figured out your little Jiujiu." Ning Yuqian looked at her, her eyes were dark and bottomless, and the smile on her face was a bit gloomy.

abnormal!

Ruan Yang scolded him in his heart.

Forcing her to be so fun?

Her eyes became a little wet in an instant, and the gaze looking at Ning Yuqian could hardly suppress the anger in her heart.

Ning Yuqian's voice was even lazier, and he let go of Ruan Yang with disgust: "So Yang'er, what I prepared for me is such a gift."

Half of the wine in Ruan Yang's hand was spilled.

Ning Yuqian raised his fingertips and pointed to the wine glass in her hand.

Ruan Yang clenched his teeth and stared at him angrily.

But the hand tremblingly passed to his lips, and he drank the glass of wine.

The wine was very spicy, and she coughed subconsciously.

There are drops of water hanging on the corner of the eye, and the cinnabar mole at the end of the eye is bright and enchanting.

But Taohua's eyes wrinkled, looking straight at Ning Yuqian.

Ning Yuqian's lips smiled deeper.

He raised his hand and poured her another glass: "Yang'er is quite obedient."

Ruan Yang desperately suppressed his emotions, reminding himself that if he can't bear it, he will make big plans.

Another glass of wine.

Ruan Yang almost vomited this time.

She never knew that wine tasted like this.

It was so uncomfortable that I just wanted to spit it out. My throat was so hot that it was even more uncomfortable than after the red oil hot pot.

She was a little fuzzy, she could only look at Ning Yuqian clapping her palms, and gently chanting: "One, two, three. Pour!"

Ruan Yang fell to the ground with his words, lay straight on the table, and fell asleep faintly.

Ning Yuqian sighed and played with the small wine glass in his hand.

The medicine was added to the wine, and he hadn't thought about letting her wait for the bed.

But suddenly remembered the uncontrollable touch on Ruan Yang's hand, his eyes sank.

The palace door was pushed open, Ning Yuqian stretched out his hand to summon the little **** and entered the main hall.

This remote place would be impossible for Ruan Yang to find if it were not for Yu An.

When Zhou Ranhao came, the saber on his waist had already been taken away.

The lights in the Qianyuan Hall were bright, and Ning Yuqian sat in the study and dealt with the papers.

There was a moment of hesitation in Zhou Ranhao's footsteps.

Looking at the figure reflected in the paper window, Ning Yuqian put down the brush in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Little General Zhou, come in."

Zhou Ranhao was shocked, and walked into the study with some dazed steps.

Ning Yuqian looked at him and smiled.

The voice was gentle like a spring breeze in March, unspeakably carefree: "Sit down, General Zhou."

Zhou Ranhao sat down and looked around, but didn't see Ruan Yang.

Ning Yuqian's face was unspeakably soft under the yellow lights. He looked at Zhou Ranhao, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up: "Zhou Ranhao, let's talk."

The **** beside him retreated wisely.

The door of the study was closed, and what the people inside said was difficult for the people outside to hear.

"What does your Majesty want to talk about?" Zhou Ranhao sneered, and slowly asked the quiet black eyes of the person in front of him.

Ning Yuqian tilted his head, and a gentle smile that was inconsistent with him came up on his lips, "Make a deal."

After speaking, he picked up the fold in his hand and flipped through it casually.

Zhou Ranhao was a little uncomfortable under his deliberate shock: "What deal?"

At this moment, Ning Yuqian's aura was so powerful that it was hard to ignore, and Zhou Ranhao couldn't help but look at him.

But the silent twelve palaces appeared in his mind.

"Ruan Yang." Ning Yuqian kept moving, his voice short and concise.

The two grew up together since childhood, and he naturally knew that Ruan Yang's weight in his heart was even greater than the righteousness of his family and country.

So he canonized Ruan Yang on the first day of his ascension.

Hold Zhou Ranhao's weakness tightly in his hand.

The Zhou family holds a heavy army from the court. Ning Yuqian currently has no such confidence. Mingli and the Zhou family are fighting against each other.

Not to mention Zhou Guang's name as God of War.

In the hearts of the people, it is like the foundation of the country.

When Ning Yuqian first ascended to the throne, naturally he would not do such a stupid thing.

"what do you want?"

Zhou Ranhao's voice was already a little worried.

Ning Yuqian curled his lips and silently looked at the flames shaking in front of him.

The courage of every man.

Even this kind of gas can't bear it.

As expected, Zhou Ranhao was a coward.

"I'll keep her safe in the palace." Ning Yuqian raised his head and looked at the former companion: "Of course, I won't touch her either."

"Then you think?" Zhou Ranhao frowned, wondering what Ning Yuqian meant.

"After the throne is secured, you put half of your military power, and I will return her to you, how?"

Ning Yuqian glanced lazily across his face, but knew that the person in front of him would definitely agree.

"Okay." It didn't take long for Zhou Ranhao's voice to sound, and his eyes suddenly burst into light.

Ning Yuqian evoked a smile and said helplessly: "Ran Hao, you have to know that even if I don't canonize her, I will never marry her to you because of Mrs. Ruan's temperament."

This name seems to bring the two back to their best time when they were young.

At that time, Ning Yuqian was just the twelfth prince who was not favored.

Zhou Ranhao is a small general Zhou with no ambitions.

Zhou Ranhao waved his hands in disgust: "Your Majesty should call the minister Zhou Qing's house. The minister can't bear such a name."

Ning Yuqian smiled more and more gently, but his eyes became cold.

Zhou Jiazhongjun.

Only the heirs personally designated by Emperor Xiao will rule the world.

Ning Yuqian's eyes darkened, and suddenly he took out the Go box and placed it on the table.

The voice was calm and could not hear the slightest emotion: "How about the little general playing chess with me? If you win, the frontier formations will listen to you."

Zhou Ranhao's eyes lit up, "Really?"

Ning Yuqian nodded silently, and his gaze fell profoundly on the face of the handsome young man in front of him.

The candlelight burned and extinguished, extinguished and was lit.

Under the dim yellow candlelight, one person held the white piece and the other held the black piece, playing chess all night.

The only sound in the study was the patter of chess pieces.

In the middle of the night, Ning Yuqian made a gesture to the person next to him, and the person went out wittyly.

I went to the sleeping hall and took a cloak of Ning Yuqian and put it on Ruan Yang.

The woman lying on the stone table has not changed even the slightest movement since Ning Yuqian left.

Quiet and well-behaved make people feel distressed.

The little **** tied the cloak tightly, finally cleared up the mess on the table and left.

The candle burned out, and the little **** was sleepy and stuck to the wall.

Ning Yuqian calmly dropped the last son: "Little General Zhou, you have lost."

Zhou Ranhao smiled indifferently, his cheerful appearance had not changed for more than ten years.

"The minister still has to go to the military camp to practice exercises, take the first step, and hope your Majesty..." He stood up and arched his hands, his voice paused, somewhat sad: "I also hope that your Majesty will treat her well and don't wrong her."

Ning Yuqian nodded blankly.

After a night, he changed back to the twelve prince who was incapable of emotion and anger.

Zhou Ranhao turned and left.

The study door was closed, and the light in the room dimmed.

Ning Yuqian suddenly laughed slowly, opened the door and walked towards the stone table last night.

The thin and slender woman wore his black cloak, and the corners of the red skirt were looming.

The flowers on the stone table bloomed, and colorful surrounding her.

Her small face was hidden in the cloak, only a little bit exposed, looking fragile and beautiful.

Ning Yuqian paused, and suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged her horizontally.

Ruan Yang is very light, not much weight.

He subconsciously clasped her waist tightly.

The waist is very thin, surrounded by one hand, and there is a lot of space left.

Ning Yuqian looked at her.

A pair of small feet wearing embroidered shoes were straightly exposed in front of him.

Peony flowers are embroidered on the upper.

Ning Yuqian inhaled the fragrance in the air, and suddenly thought, such a person, dancing, would definitely look good.

Ruan Yang's breathing was very shallow. Ning Yuqian put her on the bed and lay down on the bed with a thought.

Involuntarily, the arm wrapped around her waist.

The waist is soft, as if to melt away in the hand.

She has sleep marks on her cheeks, looking embarrassed and cute.

Ning Yuqian suddenly didn't want to kill her.