Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 239 Young Master's Body is Delicate and Soft, Not Easy to Push Down (6)

The carriage stopped in front of the Suiyang Palace, Bei'er's bodyguard, Yunniao, stood outside the carriage and said respectfully: "Your Highness, the Suiyang Palace has arrived."

Sikong Zhao stretched out his hand and grabbed her sleeve, his heart was beating non-stop, and because of his nervousness, his slender hands rubbed the corner of her clothes one after another.

With lowered eyes, she approached a little bit, wanting to smell the fragrance on her body.

Hmm~ It smells really good.

His lips curled slightly, "His Highness wishes so, in order to repay your life-saving grace, to marry into the palace of the Empress Dowager in the future, and His Highness will definitely do what Zhao'er asks."

Beier may have never been so close to a man because of her original body. Adding to the voice of the guards outside the carriage, she sat up straight in fright, turned her back to hold her breath, and spoke to the guards outside the carriage. , with a faint "hmm".

The icy blue eyes looked sideways, and said to Sikong Zhao: "Hey, this, it's not important, Zhao'er, your mansion has arrived, and the lotus in the imperial garden will bloom someday. My Highness is... inviting you to enjoy the lotus." Bar."

She stammered more and more.

Sikong Zhao raised his brows lightly, being so close, he could clearly perceive the tension and changes in her heart.

Just now, he was staring at him and couldn't move his eyes. Why did he suddenly become so nervous now?
His smile deepened, and he stretched out his hand to pull her robe a little harder.

"Oh, then I'll wait for His Highness's invitation anytime." With his smile, the blood-red tear mole at the corner of his eye became more and more confusing.

After a while, Bei'er responded dryly with a "hmm".

Sikong Zhao pulled her sleeve and moved closer to Bei'er, and the two got closer.

Sikong Xi is much taller than Bei'er, she can't even reach his chin.

I don't know what he is thinking at the moment, his eyes always sweep across Bei'er's face.

Bei Er looked at him, then slowly stretched out her hand, and carefully pulled her sleeve out of his hand bit by bit, for fear that she would hit him too hard and hurt him.

She tried her best to maintain a calm smile on her face, "It's getting late, my Highness still has a lot of government affairs to do, and I really have to leave."

She didn't want to admit it even if she was beaten to death, she was nervous.

She said this sentence three times back and forth.

But she didn't hear his response, she really didn't dare to drive him out of the carriage.

Sikong Zhao sat in the carriage and didn't speak, but his eyelids trembled, and he lifted them slightly, and swept her eyelids with those cold moon-like pupils, just that sight, that appearance, made Bei'er seem to want to Just like throwing him away.

Bei Er regretted why when she was in the palace just now, she said that she was going to send him home, and she was so good-looking, it was too easy for people to lower their guard.

After a while, I heard him say slowly, "Then I'll get out of the car."

Bei'er heard his words and quickly replied: "It's getting late, be careful not to catch a cold."

After finishing speaking, he called Si Kongzhao's servant who was close to him, and asked him to carefully help his young master out of the carriage.

Wait until that extremely luxurious carriage disappears on Xuanwu Avenue.

In front of the gate of the Suiyang Prince's Mansion, there was only a sick and weak man standing under the dark sky, and a handsome little servant boy stood beside him.

The handsome appearance of the man is so weak, as if he will be swallowed up by the darkness if he is not paying attention.

After a long time, the man chuckled lightly.

That smile was even more swaying, amazing and beautiful.

Not long after the carriage left, dozens of black figures appeared.

Each of these people exuded a monstrous murderous aura from all over their bodies, and they could be seen from the experience of fighting in a group of four.

It's just that these men in black knelt down in front of the handsome man who was weak and vulnerable.

"The subordinates came down to eat, please punish the sect master."

The voice was neat, and just after the voice fell, there was no more movement.

They were all cautious, as if they were terribly afraid of the weak master in front of them.

After a long while, Sikong Zhao said slowly, "Am I that scary?"

As soon as his words fell, it became even more silent here, and it felt like a needle could be heard on the ground.

The narrow and long eyes like the cold moon glowed with a deep black color, and casually glanced at the man kneeling on the ground with a tinge of red on his chest, and slowly revealed his deep red lips, as if he was just asking a question casually : "What do you think, Xuefei."

The man who was being questioned stood up from the ground, Xue Fei had followed Sikong Zhao for a long time, he bowed his head and said respectfully: "Master Huimen, you are not scary at all."

It's just that after he finished saying this, he only felt that the surroundings became more and more silent.

Xue Fei still kept a distance from Sikong Zhao's fingertips, and did not reach out to support him because of his frail body.

Their master, who is sick and weak, hates others to touch his body. Those women who bullied him in the past have long been chopped up and fed to the dogs by the master.

Moreover, she has a very picky mouth, a lot of rules, and is extremely difficult to take care of.

This time, Lord Sect Master was chosen to be the servant of the Empress Dowager. He must be very angry. I don’t know how he is feeling now. Going deeper and exposing the weight is harmful to your body."

While saying this, his eyes slightly looked at Sikong Zhao's frail body, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. Tonight, the master will suffer from the pain of the cold poison. Every time he sees the master in such pain, I can't wait to bear it for him, but it's all in vain.

The master just doesn't want to go back to the magic city. There is a witch doctor at the gate of the magic city, who can help him recuperate his body. Why do he have to stay in the Suiyang palace to get along with the old prince? This place is really not suitable for the master to take care of his body.

Sikong Zhao responded slowly, and then he walked up to the sedan chair behind the man in black.

If Bei'er was here, he would see that the sedan chair had several martial practitioners as bearers.

Moreover, the whole body is actually inlaid with crystals of various colors. These are all treasures that practitioners on the whole road have desperately snatched. Since it is only used as a decoration for the sedan chair at Sikong Zhao's place, it is too extravagant and wasteful. extreme.

As the bright moonlight rose higher and higher, this group of people disappeared at the gate of the Suiyang Palace, never to be seen again.

Queen's Palace.

The first thing Bei Er did when she returned to the dormitory was to have someone serve her to take a bath. She wanted to soothe her tense body and sort out the messy messages in her mind.

In a bathroom filled with misty mist, a woman with delicate skin and fair skin, with jet black long hair draped over her beautiful right-angled shoulders, and a white gauze wrapped around her towering chest, concealed the beauty that no one could pry at.

At this moment, she was comfortably lying on the edge of the white marble bath, and in the water behind her stood two extremely handsome men, each of whom was rubbing her round shoulders...

(End of this chapter)