Tyrant Be Good, I'll Love You

Seeing the two of them walk out of the palace and pass by a winding corridor, Ying'er, who was standing behind a stone pillar outside, looked worriedly at Lou Lan, who was covered in a faint layer of silver light.

For the first time, she stretched out her hand to brush away the snow on his fur coat. "Master, you didn't sleep last night. You should go back to your room and rest first."

Lou Lan knitted his brows and glared unhappily at the little hand on his shoulder that was waving snow. He said in a low voice, "Xian`er, you're going overboard!"

Xiu-Er's hand stopped moving and she immediately retracted it. Her face turned pale.

She had almost forgotten that he would not allow anyone to touch him except one person in the world.

While she was feeling remorseful, the person in front of her had already walked far away.

Xiu-Er bit her lips as she stared at his back, which was covered by silver hair. The sight of him alone made her heart ache.

He didn't want to walk back to the Dazzling Dawn Hall alone. Xi Er ran up and followed behind him.

In the winter in the palace, besides the thick layer of snow and sand, there was only a luxurious yet cold palace, which gave people the feeling that they didn't dare to approach it.

As for the two people in the snow, one was tall and indifferent while the other had his head bowed down. Although it wouldn't cause a commotion in the entire Imperial City, it wasn't so pitiful.

The two of them stood in front of each other like a scenery, like a painting. However, within the landscape, there was a hint of loneliness and coldness in the painting, adding a little distance.

Tuoba Yu led Shen Zhiqiao to a comparatively smaller hall and stopped in front of it.

The large eye sized up the palace. This palace was somewhat old, and from the outside, one could see a very large ginkgo tree in the center. Compared to the other palaces, this place was much more lively.

Still watching, he pulled her inside.

She was suddenly curious as to what exactly was inside that would surprise her.

Suddenly, he stopped and let go of her hand.

A cold wind hit her palm, and she suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Why was he lost? Before she could ask why, he took her hand again and stepped through the door.

The warmth from his palm caused Shen Zhi Qiao to be startled for a moment. She looked down at his hand that was wrapped around hers. It was white and clean, with five fingers clearly defined. His hand was the rarely seen beauty among men.

"Have you been pleasantly surprised by this place?" A voice filled with confidence came out from Tuoba Yu's mouth.

Shen Zhi Qiao was stunned for a second. She felt embarrassed. She had looked at a man's hands in a daze and despised herself. She then raised her head and looked over.

One glance...

"Th-isn't that all the treasures of the Imperial Orchid Pavilion?!" Shen Zhi Qiao cried out in alarm. Almost immediately, he flung his hand away and ran over excitedly.

His eyes were wide open, and his small hands were touching this and that, prodding that and sighing with emotion, "This is not just a treasure of the Jinlan Pavilion, isn't it? Isn't this the Jinlan Pavilion?!"

As she spoke, she ran to the wooden frame on the wall and took out a square carved wooden box. She opened it and found enough to surprise her to the point where she couldn't speak.

She swallowed her saliva and carefully put the box into her pocket. She moved along the grid and saw a reddish-brown box as she wished. Her outstretched hand started to tremble.

He took the wooden box from his bosom and placed it under his arm. Then, he opened the box and exclaimed, "Heavens! A hundred grains of dirt!"

A hundred grains of dirt, the high-grade human skin. Its shape was like a sparkling pearl, white, round, soluble upon contact with water, and the woven human skin stuck to the face as if it were on one's own face. It didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

On the contrary, it also had the effect of nourishing the skin. A long term use of human skin would not cause the skin to become inflamed. Instead, it would make the skin absorb the natural moisturizer.

Furthermore, the human skin made from 100 grains of soil is very viscous. After processing, it can become soft and indestructible.

Looking around the world, only the Flowerless Valley had this kind of rare soil. However, the Flowerless Valley was located at the top of the mountain, and unless one climbed up, there was no other way to get there.

Allegedly, the manager of the Blue Pavilion spent a huge sum of money all those years ago, and he repeatedly invited several robust men to bring the hundred grains of dirt back.

However, because there were a lot of people who went, there were very few who returned. After a long time, no one dared to go.

Therefore, in recent years, this kind of rare hundred grains of soil is very rare.

She had asked the boss of the Jinlan Pavilion several times for it. Even if he had to spend a large sum of money, he wouldn't hesitate to give her a small amount. This made her very disappointed.

Tuoba's hand touched his chin as he sat diagonally on a soft chair that had been prepared beforehand. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the side of her face, which was smiling like a flower. He only felt extremely happy.

Shen Zhiqiao turned around and placed the two boxes of items on the table. Then, he took out a drawing and a knife from the rack and placed them on the table.

She was too excited. These tools and tools were excellent.

If she was not mistaken, the brushes in the set were made of feathers with the tail of a baby eagle mounted on the inner layer.

She was too familiar with this knife. She had seen the boss of the Magnificent Blue Pavilion use it before.

The boss was an expert at controlling human skin, so the tools she used were all excellent. In the past, when she went to the brocade hall, she would always flatter and flatter her. She had never come across a tool like this before.

Thinking this way, his hands began to itch, and he was eager to give it a try.

She took off the big duster that was covering her, placed it casually on the back of the chair in front of the desk, and sat down.

He then took out a brocade handkerchief and carefully placed it on the table. He then opened the brown box and placed a few hundred grains of dirt on the brocade handkerchief. Then, he folded his hands and placed them on the table.

The corner of Tuoba Yu's mouth curled up slightly as he quietly looked at her peaceful appearance.

From his vantage point, he could just make out the soft side of her face, and this time, without the interference of a veil, he took a good look at her.

The firm nose, the tender mouth, the face that seemed to pinch water, the neck that was as beautiful as a swan's, and the joy that came from her attracted his attention.

Shen Qiao's attention was focused on the items on the table. Suddenly, she felt a shadow coming over her head.

Having been disturbed, she slightly raised her head to look at him, as if she was too excited to remember his identity as the Emperor. She then raised her eyebrows and introduced him with a sweet voice.

These are good things. Take a look at the paint in this painting set. Once you put it on, you won't be able to wash it no matter how hard you try. And …" "Ahh!

Shen Zhi Qiao, who had been caught off guard, cried out in fright as her waist was restrained by a pair of large palms. In an instant, he had turned her around and sat her down on the table.

"Therefore, I want to ask you for something right now. You are not allowed to refuse me!"

As Tuoba Yu spoke, he slowly slid his hands down her waist. Then, he forcefully pushed his legs apart and pushed his body in.

Shen Zhi Qiao couldn't help exclaiming as he retreated a few steps. However, the next moment, he was dragged back with both of his legs in a position where he was holding onto his waist.