Chapter 1 Rage
In the long night of silence, everything in the world has fallen into a deep sleep.
The imperial hall illuminated by the dragon-patterned golden lamps, a long and intense breathing echoed.
The atmosphere is beautiful and the temperature is rising.
On the spacious and luxurious dragon bed in the inner hall of the bedroom, the palace gauze embroidered with dragon patterns rises without wind, and layers of ripples appear, as if indicating that something unspeakable is going on on the dragon bed.
The intense and long rain ended, and the man's lazy voice sounded: "Si'er, be my queen."
After a long time of hearing the response, he turned around and looked.
The person on the bed was silent for a long time, as if he was calming down his violent heartbeat and physical discomfort. After a long time, he slowly raised his sour body, took his clothes one by one, turned over and got off the dragon bed, knelt on the ground smoothly, his eyebrows and eyes slightly closed, and his respectful and cold posture: "The emperor is the clouds in the sky, the minister is the mud on the ground, and the mud on the dust cannot reach the sky."
After the words came, the man lying lazily on the bed froze, and his cold eyes stared at the woman who turned his back on her face after eating. His handsome face as noble as a god appeared angry, and his thin lips spit out three sinister and cold words: "Get out."
The woman was not in pain or itchy and lowered her eyebrows and said, "I will leave."
The slender figure stood up and quickly walked out of the inner hall without any hesitation.
Accompanied by a bright yellow curtain whirling like flowing water, the slender figure quickly disappeared from sight. The simply and resolute attitude was as if he was ridiculing his dignified Lord of Ninety-five kicking the iron plate again, and he could not avoid being satisfied with his fill.
After clenching his hands, the man stood up in anger and smashed countless expensive items in the bedroom, which alarmed the eunuchs and palace maids outside the hall trembled, lowered their heads uneasily, wishing to shrink themselves to the ground.
But the culprit who caused all this seemed unheard of. His slender back was as tall as a green pine, with aloofness and distantness, and an indescribable calmness and leisure, as if he was walking outside the bedroom in his backyard.
Chapter completed!