The flower-wielding voice trembled: "Your Majesty..."
He wasn't finished yet.
The young emperor walked straight into the room past her and slammed the door shut, leaving her outside.
Nonghua turned around and looked nervously into the room.
Why did the Emperor suddenly appear?!
Is Your Highness alright?
Fu Sang was lying on the bed playing with small stones.
There was nothing in the cold palace, and out of boredom, she asked Nonghua to wash the small stones to pass the time.
Hearing the door close, she had a feeling something was wrong.
I just turned my head.
Then I saw a tall, slender figure standing inside the house.
Fu Sang stared wide-eyed at the newcomer with disbelief.
Is this... a dream??
She stretched out her delicate white hand and rubbed her eyes.
The young man was not wearing the elaborate and imposing imperial robes, but rather a set of black casual clothes.
Although it was meant to be everyday wear, the outer robe had cranes embroidered in gold thread on the wide sleeves, giving it an understated yet subtly luxurious and noble appearance.
Even though they were in a dilapidated little house.
The boy still shines as brightly as a beautiful pearl.
Puyang Tang stared at the girl on the bed.
She had probably just finished bathing; the girl was wearing only a white robe, and her figure was extremely alluring.
Fu Sang felt the burning heat in the boy's gaze.
Belatedly, she realized that apart from her underwear and bodice, she was only wearing a thin robe.
This kind of attire would undoubtedly have been considered very alluring by people in ancient times.
Fu Sang quickly threw away the stone and pulled the blanket over his body.
The girl's shy demeanor was alluring and seductive.
Puyang Tang withdrew his possessive gaze, his exquisitely handsome thin lips curving slightly.
Fu Sang wrapped himself up like a worm, his watery eyes looking at the boy.
What are you doing here?
The girl pursed her lips slightly, seemingly a little unhappy.
Perhaps it's because he didn't take her out of the Cold Palace today?
Puyang Tang walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I came to see you."
He reached out and touched her soft cheek; the tenderness seemed to spread from his fingertips into his heart.
That night in the Wolong Palace, his head began to throb violently again, and he became so agitated that he wanted to kill someone.
When he stood with the girl in the afternoon, he smelled a faint fragrance, which calmed his violent emotions like a soothing incense.
Therefore, he came to the Cold Palace alone.
Fu Sang was wrapped in the quilt, her body was a little hot, and her little face was flushed.
A few strands of the girl's soft hair fell beside her cheeks, making her skin appear even whiter, as white as solidified cream.
Puyang Tang's fingers lingered on her face as he tucked strands of her hair behind her fair earlobes.
Fu Sang exhaled, her rosy lips slightly parted.
"hot?"
Puyang Tang pulled her out of the covers and then gently carried her soft body to the bed.
The boy rested his head on her collarbone, as if he had found a place to rest.
You smell so good.
Fu Sang grunted and said, "The scent of soapberry?"
A few days ago, I got some soapberries from gardening to use for bathing and cleansing.
Puyang Tang sniffed.
The girl also had a faint scent of soapberry, but it was mixed with other subtle fragrances.
The faint fragrance soothed the violent emotions in his heart.
Puyang Tang nuzzled against the girl's fair and beautiful neck like a puppy.
"My head hurts a lot."
The boy's slightly magnetic voice sounded aggrieved, as if he were pleading with her.
Upon hearing this, Fu Sang propped himself up and tentatively asked, "Shall I massage you?"
Puyang Tang looked up at her and nodded slightly.
Fusang rested the boy's head on his lap.
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