Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

When her mistress saw this scene, she was not frightened to the point that her beautiful face paled like an ordinary girl. Her performance could be said to have calmed down. She was so calm that she completely ignored the cluster of swords and sabers in front of her.

"I guessed it when I walked over." "When I was learning painting, my teacher said that the human face was extremely learned, and that there was a reason behind the thousands of years of experience in China. Before, I didn't believe him, but when I saw him, I more or less believed him a little — his looks, lines, and the feeling between his eyebrows were all very similar to those of a king in a school. Adding on what you have said, how you dressed, and how they treated you, I think that you should be the king of one of the nations. "

"I don't know much about this world, but from what A Xue said, the only one who should be interested in Sky Dynasty is the Yan Nation. Your surname is Yan, so you are naturally the king of the Yan Nation. "

"Since you know my identity, aren't you afraid of me silencing you?" Yan Han asked with interest after putting away his initial surprise.

Her lover lowered her head and gave a small sigh, looking helpless. "I knew it would be like this." Then she raised her head and looked at him with hope. "But our bet isn't too far off, is it?"

"You're counting on winning the match and then asking me not to kill you?" Yan Han asked with a smile, "If you win, I don't mind agreeing — but you won't win."

"Of course not." The girl shook her head and said, "If that's the case, it would have been great if I didn't come in earlier. Why did I come here to drink with you? You know, drinking with people is tiring."

"You're saying that you saw through my identity and entered here because of me?" Yan Han's eternally smiling face finally darkened.

"Yeah." The lover looked at him with wide eyes and nodded his head emphatically, obediently.

"Then what is your purpose?" I don't know why, but when Yan Han heard this, he felt a burst of unhappiness in his heart. Then, he said seriously, "Back then, Royal Father was defeated by Madam Xi. The Yan Kingdom abided by their oath and did not step even half a step into the Sky Dynasty for over twenty years. "Right now, if you want to use just your wine house to stop Yan Nation's twenty odd years of hiding its strength, aren't you underestimating me a little too much?"

"I have never cared about military matters. I don't understand either." Her lover quickly waved her hand and said, "I just want to know, if I win, can you do something for me?"

"They're not asking me to let you go, nor are they asking me to …" Yan Han withdrew his eyes, looked at her, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

"Actually, I don't really need to do anything." Her lover puffed his cheeks and said, "Of course it's good if there's nothing wrong, but I think there's something wrong."

Yan Han did not interrupt, but listened attentively to her incoherent speech.

When her husband saw his expression, she sighed in her heart: Yan Han is an outstanding listener. It seems that the heavens have an extremely powerful rival. Could it be that the good days are about to come to an end?

"In short, if nothing happens tomorrow night, there's no need to help. If anything happens, I hope that you can help me kidnap a woman named Rong Xiu. " Her lover straightened up and said in a huff, "Can I?"

Yan Han muttered to himself for a moment and then answered flatly, "Alright. But if I win, I'm going to take you back with me and make you my slave. "

"Alright." The woman nodded and smiled.

Thank God there was no killing.

"My Lord!" The old man beside her finally couldn't help but advise, "The situation here is unknown. He Lan Qin will arrive at Sui Yuan tomorrow. We must leave immediately. Moreover, we don't know the background of this woman …"

"Do you really think that the oligarchs will lose?" Yan Han asked softly. The old man immediately stopped talking.

Her lover obediently remained silent, pretending as if he hadn't heard the conversation.

The wine was filled.

Before they started, Yan Han suddenly leaned over and leaned close to her face, saying in a low voice, "Do you know why I called you in?"

"Ah, why?" the woman asked blankly.

"Because the way you acted just now was truly attractive. it makes people — want to swallow it. " Yan Han teased him as if he was speaking the truth, then calmly moved his body away as if nothing had happened and once again put on a serious and candid appearance.

Her lover raised her gaze in a daze, coincidentally looking into Yan Han's eyes. Suddenly, she discovered that his eyes had a hint of aquamarine blue within them.

The bottom couldn't be seen.

By the time of the tenth bowl, her lover's stomach was already plump.

Yan Han was indeed right. The wine of the Sky Dynasty was about warmth and fragrance, but it was not strong enough. After ten bowls were consumed, both sides felt neither pain nor itch, only that their stomachs were uncomfortably swollen.

Her lover only hated her for not having Duan Ming's Six Passages of Divine Sword.

Then, he hated himself for not asking where the latrine was.

Yan Han leaned on his elbow, leisurely drank another bowl of wine, and then put it down to wait for his lover.

Her lover's alcohol tolerance was not bad, but when she drank, her face was red and she could pinch water out of her mouth.

"Who's Rong Xiu?" he asked casually.

Her lover drank another bowl and replied, "It's A Xue's sweetheart."

"Who is A Xue?"

"Ah Xue —" Yi Ren hesitated, not knowing how to define him.

Yan Han did not pursue the matter further and changed the topic. "Why are you capturing her?"

"I feel like she's going to do something bad to A Xue." "I hope it's just my imagination," she replied honestly.

"My beloved."

"Eh?"

"Do you have a lover?"

"…"

At this time, it was already the fifteenth bowl.

She was very, very anxious.

His stomach was bloated and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

But he couldn't stop.

Her ability was meagre. In this foreign world, she was just a tiny mayfly. It didn't matter whether she lived or died. He could only borrow strength.

As for Yan Han, he currently had the only power that he could borrow.

"Is that A Xue very important to you?" Yan Han's expression did not change as he continued to compare the truth with this little girl.

"It's not important, it's just that... I can no longer ignore him. " After she finished speaking, she frowned and forced herself to drink another bowl.

Halfway through his drink, Yan Han suddenly stretched out his hand, holding the bowl down, and said, "Let's do it like this, my love. If you can't beat me, why not use another method? I'll help you this time, so follow me back. "

The woman looked up at him with a puzzled expression. The cold skin was the color of sunlight, the eyes were long and lively, the nose bridge was slightly high, the lips were clean, but not thin. The entire image resembled the plaster sculpture she often copied, and it was one of the finest works of the master, Rodin.

She thought for a moment, then nodded.

Then she stood up.

Yan Han couldn't help but laugh as he pointed in the direction of the rear hall.

Her lover quickly walked over, moving faster and faster. Even her usual slow-moving habits had changed. Indeed, when a person was in a hurry, no one could help but be anxious.

With a smile on his face, Yan Han sent that tiny figure off with his eyes, disappearing into the corner of the hall in a fluster.

"Your Majesty, are you really planning to take her back? We don't even know who she is, or that A'Xue, or who she is? As for Rong Xiu — from what this old subject knows, the Queen of Sky is called Rong Xiu. It can't be that she has some sort of relationship with the royal family, right? " When Yan Han turned around, the worried old man finally couldn't help but admonish him.

"So what?" Yan Han knocked on the table and said, "I want her, that's all. Who is she and what is her relationship with the heavens? What does it have to do with me? Would I be afraid? "

"Your Majesty, if it's just for fun …" The old man thought about the words he had said, clearly wanting to continue with his advice.

"Sir, do you believe in love at first sight?" Yan Han stopped his finger and asked softly.

The old man's expression suddenly changed. After a long time, he finally said in an extremely deep voice, "The late king met Madam Xi and asked the same question."

Since then, the Yan Kingdom had been in seclusion for more than twenty years.

This time, what would this girl of unknown origin bring?

Helian Xue held onto Soo Soo's hand and walked to the front of the house they were currently living in.

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back the way he had come.

"What's wrong?" Murong Xiu leaned over gently and asked in a soft voice.

"Nothing." He Lan Xue shook her head, smiled and said, "You must be tired, why don't you go take a rest first?"

"Not tired." "As long as I'm with you, I won't be tired," she said, looking at him.

He Lan Xue's breathing stagnated. Suddenly, she stretched out her arm, and tightly hugged her to her chest.

He hugged her so tightly, it was as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

As for the banquet, how she came about it, and all the things that had happened to her in the past, she did not ask about it, nor did she mention it.

As long as she was by his side.

Visible and palpable.

That was enough.

As for her …

He lowered his head and kissed her fragrant hair. He thought of his lover who had struggled to walk towards him in the sea of people. His chest suddenly felt stuffy and he felt a faint pain.

Her lover, without her, could live a good life. Her lover did not love her, so he could give her the best life, the most luxurious enjoyment — that would be enough … That should be enough, right?

He wasn't sure, but he was powerless to think about it.

Rong Xiu also hugged him back, just like years ago, when they were first place in the Rong family's garden.

Fanaticism.

Perhaps she really was tired.

Not long after she had lied down, she fell asleep on top of Hera's knees. She sat on the edge of the bed and stroked the top of her hair, telling some distant stories.

As he spoke of that month, he stood on top of the city wall and gazed at the procession she sent him to marry. It was so painful that it pierced his heart.

When he was very young, he saw her crying over a broken flower at the Grand Preceptor's estate.

He talked about the days outside the imperial court, the days and nights of longing and coldness.

Murong Xiu listened quietly. As he listened, he fell asleep.

Breathing evenly, shallow, hand just right in the chest, ups and downs, endless charm.

Her sleeping posture was also elegant, as exquisite as the porcelain of an official kiln.

He bent down and wanted to kiss her on the cheek, but as he crawled closer, he also had a kind of vague feeling of alienation.

He thought again of those days when he lived under the same roof with his wife and dreamed many times at midnight. He walked across the living room and quietly walked to the door of her room and watched from a short distance as she slept soundly in an unceremonious sleep, wrapped in a quilt like a silkworm's chrysalis, with her head hanging from the pillow, her eyelashes quivering, and occasionally drooling at the corners of her mouth.

However, that look made him feel peaceful and full of spirit. Every time he saw her, he would smile and his heart would become tranquil.

But at this moment, Rong Xiu, whom he had loved for so many years, was peacefully sleeping on his lap. However, He Lan Xue still felt empty, as if her heart had been lifted, and she couldn't fall down for a long time.

Wasn't this everything he yearned for in his dreams?

Wasn't this the life he was willing to give up everything for?

But why?

Was there still a trace of loss?

It was obvious that Rong Xiu was having trouble sleeping soundly. Her even breathing suddenly became disorderly, and her hands also vaguely lifted up. She held He Lan Xue's hand, which was placed on the edge of the bed, and squeezed it tightly.

"Ah Xue …" she said dreamily.

He Lan Xue held her back. With her other hand, she caressed her face. With an extremely gentle tone, she replied, "Huh?"