Spoiled

Chapter 64

After arriving, it snowed in Paris and the whole city became romantic and quiet.

After coming here, this is the first time that Han Yun has seen snow. In the past, he was afraid of cold. After it snowed in winter, he rarely went out of the palace except for facing up. But Han Yun likes to push away the fan and sit in Weiyang Palace, which has burned the ground dragon, to see the white snow outside. After the red wall and yellow glazed tiles were stained with white snow, he did not get tired of watching it for years.

Mengmeng saw that the boss lady helped the boss to carry luggage. The luggage of two people had only a small box, and a long gear trace was marked on the ice-cream-like floor.

After getting on the bus, Mengmeng knew that during the trip, they would not stay in a hotel this time, but a private residence.

The house seems to be the lady's.

When the boss talked to the driver, she spoke fluent French, and her voice seemed very low, like a cello. In addition to his inexplicable fierceness, he was actually very elegant in temperament. He sat in the spacious trunk and had long legs. There seems to be some grievances.

And Han Yun, probably he likes this kind of snow scene differently, rolling down the window and looking carefully, the snow scene is reflected in his focused eyes. Fu Yuan was afraid that he was cold. He put his arms on his shoulders, and gently stroked his palms on his neck. He pressed his collar of clothes and prevented the wind from the window from getting into the clothes of Han Yun.

Mengmeng glanced at it and did not dare to look at it. She did not doubt the relationship between the two. Boss Han said that he was the boss lady, and that was the boss lady.

Since working as Han Yun's assistant part-time makeup artist and part-time translator, Mengmeng has discovered that the happy days of rich people are not her imagination.

She thought that the "private house" in the mouth of Han Yun was just a spacious residence on the streets of Paris, but the car drove farther and farther away from the city and into a manor house with a forest outside.

The manor is not particularly large. A tall blue-roofed white-wall castle building, a Monsa-style roof, and exquisite tiger windows stand in front of a French lawn covered with white snow. Overall, it is not large, but it still makes Mengmeng feel ... is a bit too exaggerated.

Because of the snow, it is as white as a fairy tale.

Moreover, their trip only lasted about twenty days, and they actually invited a professional British housekeeper and two maids to cook and clean.

Is the boss spending money with the boss?

Isn't it too grandiose.

Han Yun walked in front and obviously liked it very much. He lived in the palace since he was a child. Of course, he really liked this French castle building.

It was cold outside, and he walked quickly, his eyelashes were stained with snow, and a light flutter brought a layer of velvet: "Xuan Zhu, you lived here before? Alone?"

"Well, one person." Fu Yuan responded, walking in the snow calmly, he lived here for about ten years, and then went to other places, aimless, arbitrary, just stopped Looking at the landscape, looking for the soul holding his heart.

After entering, the sound of the wind and snow stopped, the exterior was a tall castle building, the inside was large, the lobby was tall, wide and bright, the furniture was old, but it was well preserved and brand new. There is a double spiral staircase leading upstairs.

Han Yun seemed to be afraid of others not knowing the same, and specifically said to Mengmeng: "He lives with me and he wants to sleep."

At this time, Mengmeng found that there seemed to be something wrong with Han Yun's head ... not serious, but was it ... too addicted to role-playing?

Han Yun went up the stairs and looked into the bedroom. The fireplace in the room was old, the bed was old, the carpet was new, and the white was better than the snow.

Then he continued to visit upstairs. He stood in the attic and saw the snow-colored forest outside through the window of the tiger. The scenery was beautiful.

However, the thought of spending the New Year here, Han Yun still wanted to go home.

That night, after the lights were turned off, the curtains were still open. The room was baked with a fireplace, the windows were closed, and the orange-red firewood burning light was reflected on the glass. Outside, bright moonlight reflected the snow, slightly blue. Light.

Han Yun turned sideways in the direction of the window.

In the silence, the crackling sound of the fireplace was the only movement.

Han Yun admits that this problem is everywhere and always has to adapt to a period of time to sleep honestly. He couldn't sleep, and he had a lot of things to say, and turned over: "Come on, I'm a bit cold."

Han Fu felt warm as soon as Fu Yuan got close. He twisted it two times inside, got together, the two bodies were close together, his face was also close together, and when his eyes were in contact, Han Yun drew his eyes down in a hurry, and smelled him again in his nose. The smell on the body is a little fascinating, like Mo Feimo, like Tan Fei Tan.

In fact, he himself could not say this feeling. If he really wanted to describe it, he would search for his first love on the Internet. The "deer bump" described by netizens is a portrayal of him.

Obviously at the beginning, he ordered that "you can sleep in a bed, and you should sleep here, and never touch me". He is now the one who asked Volvo Yuan to come closer.

Because of the close proximity, Han Yun's voice was very low: "Are you not cold in winter? Is this you, or are you monsters like this?"

Fu Yuan also whispered, "Most of the monsters who cultivate adults are not afraid of the cold."

"Then why am I so afraid of the cold? I have lived for more than a thousand years."

Fu Yuan corrected: "His Majesty has been dead for a thousand years." And this body is not perfect, and the soul of Han Yun shrinks into this body and becomes like a normal person. Ordinary people cannot resist the cold. Han Yun Naturally cannot.

Han Yun has always felt strange here, but he never thought about it. He showed confusion and asked Fu Yuan: "Then how did I wake up to be a thousand years later? Is this a reincarnation? But my memory is still there. . "

"Your Majesty is a true dragon emperor, different from ordinary people."

"Oh, that makes sense," Han Shuai was convinced, and raised his eyelid to glance at him. "So ... mysterious, do you know how I died?"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Han Yun held his breath. Of course, he refused to believe that the poisonous wine was sent by Fu Yuan, but he was afraid of asking anything. To this day, the relationship between the two has become closer, and Han Yun asked him in such a quiet snowy night.

As long as Fu Yuan says no, then it certainly isn't.

Han Yun believes him very much.

Fu Yuan looked at him with deep eyes and said, "... Have your Majesty remembered the enemy protons?"

That day was a full moon. It was the day when he was most likely to show his true colors and show his original appearance. Fu Yuan was not in Beijing. If he was there, he would certainly not be given an opportunity.

"Is he?" Han Yun opened his eyes slightly. When the emperor was in power, the world was torn apart, the princes were divided, and the enemy's proton had some blood relationship with Han Yun, and it was similar. After Han Yun came to power, the National Teacher suppressed the vassal kingdom with iron and blood. At that time, fearing that the young proton would go back to rebellion, he kept him in the palace.

Han Yun's brothers are hostile to him. Only this little proton prince is better than his brothers. Sometimes Han Yun will also call him to play chess with him and arrange for him in the palace. Got an errand.

I didn't expect ... after all, it was a tiger problem.

However, Han Yun himself knew that if he did not drink that glass of poisonous wine, he would not be able to live for as long as half a year, as many as two or three years, and sooner or later could not escape a dead letter.

Tracing the roots, protons will poison him, and it is an injustice.

Knowing the truth, Han Yun was relieved. As long as Fu Yuan said, he was convinced. He didn't want to investigate how Proton got involved with his maid, and asked Fu Yuan: "So what happened to him? ? "

Fu Yuan said in a calm tone: "Suicide by fear of sin." He was not in the capital at that time, but as soon as Han Yun had an accident, he immediately noticed it. After Fu Yuan went back that night, of course, the blood washed the palace, and of course Proton couldn't escape his poisonous hand. He blocked the news, buried Han Yun, and later, as the history book said, he disappeared.

The cause of Han Yun's death was also covered up by the truth.

No one will ever know that he did not die, nor did the emperor. They lay in a coffin, waiting for the long years to pass, waiting for an opportunity to wake up again.

As soon as I asked clearly, the big rock that always haunted him finally landed, and he was happy to say the long-outdated love words: "Then we can meet in the vast ocean after a thousand years. It is so destined! Do you think so? "

Fu Yuanhan smiled, "Well, Your Majesty is right."

In fact, the fate that cannot be said, but the covenant of the previous life, is all doomed.

Because he was open-minded, Han Yun had no drowsiness, his eyes seemed very bright, and he tilted his head against his face and froze, and Fu Yuan's hand naturally embraced him.

With this hug, Han Yun felt his body was soft. Alas, the hug was too comfortable. He liked Fu Yuan so much.

When Han Yun's heart moved, one turned over, pressed him, and rode on him. He pinched his chin with his fingers, and his body was burning with a forward-looking trend. Han Yun didn't know how to deal with men. He didn't have that concept, but he was not so impatient. He came to Japan to grow up, and sooner or later he would build his courage and yell at Fuyuan.

At this time, it was just because I liked it that I wanted to bow to Fangze.

He supported one side of Fu Yuan's brain with one hand, and looking at each other, Han Yun didn't continue to look into the dark black eyes like swirls. He pressed slowly, especially rusty and green ... kissed Fu Yuan's side face.

"Your Majesty ..." Fu Yuan also reached out, holding his face.

Han Yun's strength was immediately suppressed, and it was clear that he was still occupying a high position, but he was holding his face, and the momentum was suddenly absent. Han Yun stared at him with dissatisfaction: "What? You drooled at me all day and you are not allowed to kiss me? Kiss you and kiss you, what's wrong! I tell you, I will spoil you today! Do not resist. "

The more he talked, the more excited he felt, his heart beating lightly and quickly, almost leaping from his throat.

Fu Yuan's heartless chest suddenly became full.

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