Queen, I am dressing for you

Chapter 2 Emotional Intelligence

Staring blankly at the chain being dismantled by servants, Xi Yazhu still felt like a dream.

Glancing at the smiling emperor with his hands folded around his chest, Xi Yazhu's lips moved, wanting to ask what the meaning was, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them.No matter why An Junchen wanted to remove the chain that had trapped him for a year, it had nothing to do with him, he only knew that he was free now.

He rubbed his wrist which was a little red due to being locked for a long time, and asked lightly: Can I go out to bask in the sun. "Anyway, An Junchen is still the emperor here, no matter how presumptuous Xi Yazhu is, he has to give him some face.

An Junchen nodded heavily, took a look outside, and saw that the sun was burning, so he called the little eunuch to prepare an umbrella for the sun, and then agreed with Xi Yazhu to walk out of the dormitory.

When he stepped out of the Bamboo Profound Hall, Xi Yazhu's usually indifferent face was filled with a bit of contented joy, breathing the sky light that he hadn't seen in a year, no matter how hot the sun was, he felt very comfortable, and his body was so comfortable in the sun.

However, before the sun could fully bathe, a parasol blocked it, catching the scorching sun.

He paused for a while, thinking it was the little Changzi who was waiting for him, Xi Yazhu rolled his eyes, and wanted to say a few words, but he bumped into a pair of pupils with unknown emotions.

Tilting his head and looking at the emperor holding an umbrella, why does he always feel that something is wrong with An Junchen today.Her face was still handsome, and her temperament was still as domineering as usual, but she always felt that there seemed to be a little more tenderness on her face.

"Your Majesty, what is the meaning of this?" Finally, he couldn't help but ask, the emperor is the emperor after all, no matter what, he shouldn't be holding the umbrella.Xi Yazhu's hand reached An Junchen's hand holding the umbrella, wanting to take it over.

When the cool fingertips touched his own, An Junchen's heart was pounding. Taking a closer look, the fingernails were neatly manicured, the fingertips were round, and the fingers were slender and shiny. These hands would be perfect for playing the piano .

"Yazhu, can you play the piano?" Slightly staggering the handle of the umbrella, An Junchen suddenly held that beautiful hand, with eager anticipation in his eyes.

Xi Yazhu was intimidated by his ambiguous actions. Although the two of them often had sex, it was like a routine, and they fell asleep after finishing, not to mention too much physical contact.

Xu Shi realized that he had frightened Xi Yazhu, and secretly hated himself for being impulsive, but An Junchen still did not let go of his palm, and pressed the soft palm lightly with malicious intentions, and asked again: "Can you violin?"

Xi Yazhu felt uncomfortable and wanted to withdraw her hand, but it was held tightly. In the end, she gave up struggling and let An Junchen hold it: "I understand a little bit."

With joy on his face, An Junchen held the hand even tighter: "Then you can play it for me."

"Ah."

A simple and simple piano was placed in front of Xi Yazhu, and he plucked a silk string lightly with his fingers. Amidst the crisp music, a shallow and invisible smile appeared on Xi Yazhu's face: "Good piano." Looking up Smiling at An Junchen who was stunned, he asked, "I don't know what song the emperor wants to hear."

"Eighteen touches." The young emperor, distracted by beauty, subconsciously recalled a song that he often listened to when he accompanied his friends to Fengyuechang to listen to music.

Phew, when a piercing piano sound fell, An Junchen shook his body, and saw Xi Yazhu's slightly dark face.

Oops!

"Your Majesty, do you have a leisurely life on weekdays?" Pressing her fingers on the strings, a shallow dent was made on her beautiful fingertips, Xi Yazhu tried her best to change her dark face back to color, Said calmly.

An Junchen forced a smile: "Shang Ke Shang Ke." After saying this, he wished to bite himself. What did he say? He also said that he wanted to please others. It has to make people's impression of themselves drop a few notches.But the words have been uttered, and there is no way to get them back. God knows, although he often goes to that kind of place, he has only hugged Xi Yazhu in his life.

Xi Yazhu put her eyes back on the piano in her hand, and with a clang, she raised her hand to pluck the strings. It turned out to be the song "Eighteen Touches" that An Junchen wanted to hear. It was not enough to just play the song, but halfway through it, she gave it to her. sang out loud.His voice was clear, and this vulgar tune gave him a high-pitched taste.

Xi Yazhu, a son of the former royal family, actually knows the song "Eighteen Touches", it can be seen that he often hangs out in romantic places, thinking about this, this inexplicable fire ignited from An Junchen's belly to his heart. Next, blue smoke came out of his head.

Well, you Xi Yazhu, I will only have you in my life, but you go to the romantic place, I don't like it!

The emperor was angry, and the consequences were quite serious.

Walking over quickly, he took Xi Yazhu's hand on the strings with one hand, An Junchen pulled him up, clasped his chin tightly, and pressed his lips together for a passionate kiss with biting He waited until those soft thin lips were red and swollen from his kiss, and he let her go angrily.

"Say! How many times have you been to the Fengyue place!" Clenching Xi Yazhu's chin, An Junchen's brows were filled with anger.

Xi Yazhu was not afraid, and replied lightly: "I don't remember."

"you!"

Before An Junchen could let out the suffocation in his chest, Xi Yazhu said again without fear of death: "Why, let the emperor go up, I can't go."

"You, you, you..." An Junchen was so angry that he couldn't speak, he tossed his robe sleeve angrily, and turned his face away, "I only hugged you, but you..."

Her lips parted slightly in surprise, and Xi Yazhu burst out laughing: "I went there just to listen to the music."

An Junchen's body shook, knowing that he had been jealous for no reason, he bit the red and swollen lips viciously a few times, and threatened: "I won't let you go again!"

Dazed, the smile on the corner of Xi Yazhu's mouth disappeared in an instant: "I was imprisoned in the palace by you, where can I go, even the Zhuxuan Palace can only be left today."

"Uh..." An Junchen rubbed his nose embarrassingly, "From now on, you can walk around the palace as you like, and tomorrow I will send someone to accompany you. If you have any requests, just ask, I will do what I can. I will try my best to satisfy you..." Before I could finish speaking, I felt something soft and fragrant on my forehead, and I saw that it was Xi Yazhu's hand that came up.

"You didn't have a fever, why are you so abnormal today, Your Majesty, are you overindulgent and have too much internal fire?"

"..."

Thus, the young emperor, who had been holding his breath for a long time, finally became furious, picked up Xi Yazhu, stepped directly into the Zhuxuan Hall, threw it on the bed, stripped it and ate it thoroughly.

Xi Yazhu was as usual in the bed, indifferent and did not respond, but he would sing a ecstatic ending from time to time, which made An Junchen very nostalgic.

After being happy, An Junchen fell on Xi Yazhu's body, his body was exhausted, he hugged Xi Yazhu and rolled a few times, then lay sprawled on the bed, slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep, completely forgetting that he still wanted to people who pursue.

Xi Yazhu's whole body was sticky and wet, so she couldn't sleep, she was demanded by An Junchen last night, and when she woke up this morning, she was able to see the light of the sky, and she was taken to bed again, feeling very uncomfortable.Seeing that An Junchen had unconsciously fallen asleep, he had no choice but to forcefully break off the thighs that were on his body, turned over and got out of bed, and called the little eunuch who was accompanying him to fetch bath water. After washing himself, he wanted to go back to bed and go to sleep Who would have thought that the shameless emperor was lying on the bed in a big shape, and only one side of the huge dragon bed was occupied by him.

Frowning in displeasure, he was thinking of lying down for a while, but before he could step onto the bed, the emperor turned over again, almost crushing Xi Yazhu's leg.He took a deep breath, turned to the other side of the bed, and was about to step up. The restless An Junchen seemed to be against him again, muttering and turned around again, occupying most of the place, and went up one by one. |The edge of the bed is not left for Xi Yazhu.

Unable to help to lower her breath, Xi Yazhu turned the air stuffed in her chest around a few times, and swallowed her stomach.The emperor's sleeping position was unstable, he was a prisoner, he couldn't move the dragon's body at will, so he sighed and put on a thin outer garment, went to the table and fell asleep with his chin propped up.

After taking a few naps, this table is naturally more comfortable than a bed. After nodding her head a few times, after waking herself up again and again, Xi Yazhu simply stopped sleeping, walked to the bookcase, and took down a book that she had already read clearly. I put the book on the table, flipped through it lazily a few times, and went through the sentences in my mind again.

Therefore, when An Junchen woke up from a comfortable sleep and yawned, he saw the person who he swore to be nice to him was ignored and stared at him with resentment in his eyes. His book was flipping in the wind, obviously he was no longer reading.

With a thump in his heart, he stretched his neck and looked out. It turned out that it was almost noon, but he didn't think that he had slept for so long. An Junchen got off the bed embarrassingly, straightened his clothes, and groaned against his lips, asking: " Yazhu, aren't you sleepy, why don't you sleep for a while?"

"Sleepy." Xi Yazhu said resentfully, without further words, she just glanced at the messy bed sheet with meaningful eyes.

Xi Yazhu didn't need to say much, just followed his gaze, An Junchen's ears turned red immediately, I did something bad, actually put my sweetheart aside to sleep, table, bed!

Annoyed at what he had done, An Junchen quickly stepped forward regardless of Xi Yazhu's intentions, picked him up lightly, and put him on the bed.Roughly pulled the messy bed sheet, wrapped the quilt around his head, rolled his whole body into a rice dumpling, airtight, and said with concern: "Yazhu, I was negligent just now, You need to cover more quilts and sleep again."

Eyes widening, Xi Yazhu didn't know what words to use to face An Junchen.When the two of them got along in the past, most of them would say a few words in a polite manner, and they had never spoken so intimately about themselves.This is a big deal, Xi Yazhu just knew that An Junchen's seven orifices are all clear, but there is one thing he doesn't understand, and that is love.

"Your Majesty, it's summer now, I don't need to cover it so tightly. Besides, it's already noon, and I haven't eaten since I woke up in the morning."

"..."

I forgot...