All encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation.

All encounters in the world are unexpected.

The emperor's screams resounded through the sky, and the sounds of palace servants and guards running in panic quickly came from outside the Yangxin Palace: "Your Majesty! What happened..."

"Don't come here!" the emperor roared, "Don't even come in, I'm safe!"

Zhou Xun:......

After the emperor spoke, the guards who originally planned to rush into the Yangxin Palace to rescue him looked at each other and finally retreated into the courtyard.

There was a candle burning in the room, and the candle flame was flickering. Zhou Xun's face was also flickering in the candle flame. He looked at the strange-looking emperor, suddenly supported his body with his left hand, and sat up from the bed.

A few strands of long black hair slid down along his bare collarbone and hung down on his body.

"You... you...!" The emperor immediately covered his eyes and continued to scream, "Your book cover... no, where are your clothes?!"

He screamed more restrainedly, maintaining a decibel range that allowed Zhou Xun to hear that he was screaming, but did not let the guards outside the palace hear that he was screaming.

clothing?

Zhou Xun lowered his head and realized that as he sat up from the brocade quilt, he had revealed the golden and red gauze.

His eyes darkened, and Little Plum's voice sounded in his mind again.

——There are rumors about the romantic relationship with the emperor.

Sanctimonious.

"Isn't this what you want?" he finally asked.

The emperor choked and lowered his hands to speak: "I want...fuck..."

The scene in front of him came into his eyes again, and the emperor quickly turned his head again and covered his face with his hands.

The face under his fingers was a little red.

Zhou Xun was stunned by his expression.

Soon, the emperor turned away. His face was still wrinkled into a happy knot, but his hands suddenly began to untie his belt.

Zhou Xun, who was stunned just now:...

He looked at his movements, pursed his lips, and snorted lightly.

What about making friends through literature, what about talking by candlelight at night... What he said sounded nice, and it almost broke the ice in his heart.

It turns out that in the end, this person is the same as everyone else... after all.

He lowered his eyelashes and watched the emperor untie his belt. The belt had complicated parts, and the emperor seemed to be very unskilled in it. Zhou Xun watched helplessly as he tore it back and forth. In order to take off the belt, he actually left it on the ground like a

It jumped like a rabbit on fire.

Zhou Xun:......

That's all, at least in this regard, he is still different from others.

The emperor finally tore off the belt with the utmost effort. He threw away the belt, closed his eyes, turned around, and threw the dragon robe on Zhou Xun's head.

Zhou Xun:......???

"Wrap it up, wrap it up!"

Zhou Xun:???

He hugged the dragon robe and fell into confusion. After a while, the emperor quietly opened his right eyelid a crack. After seeing that he had not started to move, he closed it again and kept shouting: "Wrap yourself first."

Come on!!”

Zhou Xun:......

He assassinated the emperor, went to prison, entered the study, entered the Yangxin Palace, and was forced by the emperor to wear a dragon robe...

Wearing a dragon robe is a serious crime with the intention of plotting to usurp the throne. Although Zhou Xun committed regicide, he had no intention of becoming an emperor. Seeing that he was motionless for a long time, the emperor opened an eye through his fingers and looked at him: "Why are you on my bed?"

?”

Zhou Xun:......

emperor:"……"

Zhou Xun didn't say anything, but the emperor quickly seemed to have thought of something. Veins were pulsing in his head, and he looked angry: "Damn!! Little Lizzie!! I knew it was you who did this! Who gave it to you?

Courage and imagination!! You are dead!! Torture, must be torture!”

After saying this, he finally turned to Zhou Xun, grabbed the quilt on both sides and wrapped him up, patted him carefully, made a wrapping gesture and said: "Well... you go out, I really don't have that

I mean, please don’t get me wrong, it’s all my fault, but..."

"I...I...How dare I do anything wrong to you? I was wronged...No one can, at least not...Damn it, who is this idiot who is pretending to pass the imperial edict..." He muttered a few words in a very low voice.

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Zhou Xun nodded. He said softly: "Excuse me, Your Majesty, can you help me find some clothes that I can wear."

The emperor nodded: "Okay!"

He dug around in the Yangxin Hall and wondered: "Doesn't this emperor usually visit privately incognito? Why doesn't he have a few casual clothes..."

As he spoke, he raised his head again as if he had thought of something: "Did everyone in the palace see you being carried into my room tonight?"

Zhou Xun nodded.

The emperor thought for a while and then said: "Forget it, you should stay here. When those people see you going out in the middle of the night, they will make up something or other to insult you... Ah Sneeze!"

As he spoke, he sneezed deeply.

The emperor ran around the room in his middle coat for a long time, still muttering: "Why is it that there is only one bed in the Yangxin Hall, and even the standard rooms in the hotel have two beds..."

Finally, he dug out a quilt from somewhere, patted it, spread it on the floor next to the bed, sat down and tried the softness, and finally lay down on it.

"Don't worry," he suddenly turned to look at Zhou Xun, "I'm a straight man, and I...I can't possibly do anything to you!"

Zhou Xun:......

Emperor: "I don't have this ability... I can't do it!"

Zhou Xun:??

He sat on the bed and looked at the emperor who was enjoying himself, busying himself with things, and finally resting on the floor. He realized that he seemed unable to figure out his intentions with normal thinking.

——And wanted to block his ears because he suspected that he had heard some kind of royal secret.

"I have thought about it, and I will make peace with myself now that I have come." The emperor said as he was busy, "There must be a reason for me to come here! For example, you, alas, a good immortal, was harmed like this by me...

"

Zhou Xun:......

The emperor was lying on the floor. When he saw Zhou Xun looking at him, he covered his head with the quilt, only showing his two eyes: "Good night."

Zhou Xun: "Come up and sleep."

emperor:!

The emperor was a little flattered: "Why...why does this make...not so good?"

As he said that, he waved his hand quickly: "I have no wrong intentions, I promise!"

Zhou Xun, who had not smiled for a long time since entering the palace, felt a little relaxed in his heart because of him.

"You are the emperor, you should not sleep on the ground." He said.

Emperor: "Who do you think the Emperor is? You are..."

Zhou Xun simply pulled back the quilt and looked at him: "Are you coming up, or should I go down to accompany you?"

The emperor turned his face away: "...Well, let me come up. Oh, that's so pretentious."

He muttered in a very low voice: "Just think of it as staying up late reading in high school and putting the book under your pillow...that's it!"

The emperor finally climbed up from the bunk. The dragon bed in the Yangxin Hall was by no means narrow. Zhou Xun lay inside and the emperor lay outside. It was more than enough for two people to sleep.

Zhou Xun was lying in the back room, looking at the top of the bed.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time, especially in a strange place.

Whether it is in Zhou Mansion, Wang Mansion, or Tianlao.

However, somehow, tonight, he felt boundless difficulties approaching him.

He thought that maybe it wasn't because the dragon bed was so soft.

However, for some reason, the emperor slept outside, curled up in a crotch, and spent the whole night nervously leaning out.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Xun heard a loud "dong" sound in his deep sleep, as if a straight man who had always remembered him had finally fallen outside.

Zhou Xun slept until dawn and had no dreams all night.

When he woke up early the next morning, he didn't realize where he was for a while. Until he realized that the bed under him was not straw, but a soft bed.

He sat up from the bed, and a set of moon-white clothes had been placed beside the bed. It seemed to be made of fine silk, with dark green bamboo leaves embroidered on it.

There was no one on the other side of the bed.
To be continued...