The young emperor took out clothes from the cabinet and placed them on the bedside.
"Your Majesty, please come down."
Fu Sang got out of bed, put on his shoes, and stood in front of him.
Although she was fair-skinned, beautiful, and had long legs, she was still much shorter than the boy, looking rather petite and delicate.
Puyang Tang held up a top and said, "Come on, spread your arms."
Fu Sang's beautiful face was full of smiles as she obediently stretched out her hands.
Puyang Tang helped her put on her clothes with slightly clumsy movements.
The boy's long, slender fingers brushed against her body, bringing her a sense of tension.
Especially when he started tying the belt, his fingers accidentally touched her waist.
Fu Sang couldn't help but squirm, saying, "It's a little itchy..."
"Don't move."
Puyang Tang grasped her slender waist, his voice tinged with a hint of hoarseness.
"Please don't blame me if I don't dress well, Your Highness."
The boy's hand holding her waist was warm, as if it were about to scorch her skin.
Fu Sang reached out and nudged him, saying, "It's not your fault, I want to wear a skirt."
Puyang Tang looked down at the slightly nervous girl, a hint of a smile flashing in his handsome dark eyes.
"Let me ask for some reward first."
After saying that.
He reached out and lifted her delicate chin.
The young emperor's passionate kiss landed, capturing her soft, petal-like lips.
Fu Sang slightly widened her eyes and placed her hands on his lean chest.
Puyang Tang was not satisfied with just a superficial kiss; he passionately sucked on her moist lips and then gently bit them.
Fu Sang couldn't help but slightly part his lips.
Taking advantage of this, Puyang Tang pried open her pearly teeth, and his warm tongue slid into her mouth, entwining with her evasive tongue.
Fu Sang was a little out of breath, her slender, fair fingers gripping his dragon robe tightly, just enough to catch the embroidered part.
She realized that her clothes were coming off.
The girl quickly opened her bright eyes and began to wriggle and struggle in his arms.
"Mmm..."
Oh dear, if you keep kissing me, I won't get to eat my delicious breakfast.
Puyang Tang noticed her movement, his deep, dark eyes flickered slightly, and he let her go.
Fu Sang nestled in his arms, slightly out of breath. After a moment, she glared at him and said, "I don't want you to get dressed."
Puyang Tang reached out and wiped the water stains from the corner of her lips.
"Your Majesty, please don't be angry. I'll dress you again right away."
no sooner said than done.
This time, the boy obediently helped her put on her clothes.
When the two came out of the inner hall, the palace maids' eyes gleamed.
Sigh, the emperor and his concubine.
The two of them are so incredibly sweet!
Finally, someone can control the tyrant!
This is fantastic news.
Lately, the people in the palace haven't been as apprehensive as before.
After breakfast.
The two strolled around half of the Imperial Garden.
The weather was rather hot, so we rode in the imperial carriage back to the palace.
Puyang Tang went to the Imperial Study to handle state affairs, and she returned to the palace.
In a few days, envoys from vassal states will arrive, and the imperial palace will hold another banquet.
Su Ruxue will perform a novel dance at the banquet, a dance that will captivate the world.
Therefore, she received a reward and was promoted in rank within the imperial harem.
Fu Sang did not intend to perform a dance.
Su Ruxue was not valued by the Grand Commandant since childhood and had hardly learned any music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. No one knows how she suddenly became a talented singer and dancer.
She is a time traveler.
"..." Fu Sang was puzzled.
"You little rascal, why didn't you say so sooner?"
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