Is this an offer to her?

However, the first thought that popped into my head was that the imperial uncle was going to take her to live in the wilderness.

She understood, Uncle Huang was going to do the black.

first took her to eat and drink, ignore the government, and then let the courtiers revolt, the people rebelled, and finally pulled her off the horse, at that time, who would care about a deposed emperor,

In the end, she was thrown into a mass grave by a group of palace people in the heavy rain, and perhaps killed by the concubine of the emperor's uncle.

For example, steel nails are worn on the abdomen.

For example, strangulation to death.

For example, dividing the corpses and feeding them to dogs.

Just thinking about what will happen to her in the future gives her goosebumps all over her body.

"Uncle Huang, where are we going?" Li Yushu asked cautiously.

Who knew that Li Aotian just evoked a mysterious smile and sent her away with the word 'secret'.

A 'hiss' breath came out of Li Aotian's mouth, and he frowned: "It seems that the emperor is staying very stable in Weichen's arms, why don't we continue in another place?"

She was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly climbed down from the imperial uncle.

"If the emperor can't get up early, he will rest in the Weichen Palace, and we will leave together tomorrow morning." Li Aotian threw bait at her: "It just so happens that we can drink and chat with the emperor at night, recite poems against each other, and sleep together at night can also sublimate the relationship between our uncle and nephew a little."

She didn't want to sublimate, and if she sublimated again, it would explode.

"Thank you Uncle Huang for your kindness, I will leave first, and I will get up on time tomorrow." Leaving Yushu almost deserted.

Looking at her thin back, the corners of Li Aotian's lips were slightly hooked, and he took out a dark handkerchief from his sleeve robe and wiped the ice water on his face: "Li Yushu, you can escape, this king will see when you can escape!"

*

Early the next morning.

It's not dawn yet.

The white clouds of the fish's belly hung gray in the air.

Because of the continuous rain yesterday, the morning air is exceptionally fresh, and when you smell it, you can even smell the earth.

The floor of the nine-curved corridor is damp.

The flowers are blooming more and more delicately, and the leaves of the grass and trees are also green.

Dressed in a snow-blue gold thread embroidery pattern, Li Aotian was filled with the sweetness of dewdrops along the Jiuqu Corridor all the way to the Qianqing Palace, and Jasmine, who was on vigil, had already gotten up and knelt down to salute when she saw Li Aotian.

"What about the emperor?" Leave Aotian asked.

"Back to the prince, I'm still sleeping." Jasmine said, and then said nervously: "The prince will wait outside for a while, and the slave will go in and tell the emperor to get up." ”

Li Aotian said coldly: "No need. ”

With that, he strode open the door of the temple and walked inside, and Jasmine followed in a frightened heart.

"Presumptuous! When did this king let you in? Li Aotian coldly glanced at Jasmine, who was blocking his way.

Jasmine fell to her knees, full of worry.

"Get down, or this king will change you for a non-long-eyed one." Away from the Aotian warning.

Jasmine had no choice but to retreat, if she was really replaced, who would protect the emperor in the future.

The inner sanctum was silent, and the sound of breathing was clearly audible.

The apricot-yellow drapery hangs quietly.

One leg from Yushu drooped on the edge of the dragon couch, one leg was dishonestly sandwiched with a thin quilt, sleeping whirring, like a piglet, she was lying on her side, staring at her loose middle coat with burning eyes, and saw the chest strap tightly wrapped in the middle coat.

His eyes deepened, he drew close to her, stared at her pursed little mouth, kissed it, and then pulled a piece of the thin quilt from under her lap and put it over her body, so as not to make her suspect that he already knew her gender.

"Your Majesty, it's time to get up, and you forgot to promise Weichen?" Li Aotian pinched her nose and didn't let her breathe.

Mid-Autumn Festival Theatre:

Emperor: Uncle Huang, Uncle Huang, what kind of mooncakes do you like to eat?

Uncle Huang's arrogant face: The emperor guess it.

The emperor frowned: Lotus paste filling?

Uncle Huang shook his head.

Emperor: Egg yolk filling?

Uncle Huang shook his head.

Emperor: Five-kernel stuffing?

Uncle Huang shook his head.

Emperor: What kind of stuffing is that?

The corner of Uncle Huang's lips hooked: Weichen likes to eat dragon meat stuffing

A certain treasure: Nitu Nitu, what kind of stuffing do you like to eat?

Nitu: I don't like to eat mooncakes......