Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 263 Young Master's Body is Delicate and Soft, Not Easy to Push Down (30)

Zhaoyun courtyard.

Sikong Zhao sat on the bed, the big red round fan in his hand covered most of his beautiful face, just staying there quietly.

On the bed is a red satin gold cup, on which is embroidered with various silk threads the scene of mandarin ducks playing in the water,
The bright red curtains hanging in the room were blown by the breeze and fluttered in mid-air.

Sikong Zhao was dressed in a red robe embroidered with gold silk, sitting in the center of the bed, motionless, as if time had been frozen at this moment.

The room was very quiet, there was no sound at all.

At this time,

Xue Fei, who was standing by, glanced at the moon hanging high outside the window, and said softly, "Master, it's late at night, why don't you take a rest?"

Hearing this sentence, the person on the bed started to move, and slowly put down the fan in his hand, revealing those eyes that were as deep as the cold moon, and the cinnabar mole at the corner of the eyes made him even more stunning , the long black and thick eyelashes trembled slightly for a moment, and the eyelids were lowered, unable to see the emotion in his eyes clearly.

He unconsciously played with the red fan on his fingertips.

After a while, he heard his faint voice, "Whose room did she rest in?"

When these words were asked, that pale and beautiful face froze for an instant.

When did he care so much about her whereabouts?

"Master, we haven't inquired about her whereabouts." Xue Fei said in a gentle voice with some lack of confidence.

Sikong Zhao didn't speak, only coughing could be heard one after another.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Seeing his master like this, Xue Fei took out a jasper porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a pill and handed it to his mouth.

But Sikong Zhao didn't open his mouth to eat, but let the cough continue.

Just as Xue Fei was about to open his mouth to persuade him, Xue Han's voice came from outside, "Master, a waiter just came to report, and Her Royal Highness the Empress Dowager will come to Zhaoyun Courtyard in a while."

Sikong Zhao slightly raised his eyes to look at the door, his long black eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he asked in a weak voice as if uncertain, "Is she here?"

Standing outside the house, Xue Han was a little puzzled when he heard the master's words, why did the master's tone sound a little cheerful?

"Yes master, the waiter told you to get ready to serve His Highness later."

Sikong Zhao was dressed in a red wedding dress embroidered with gold, sitting on the red bed, his cold moon-like pupils glowed slightly with joy, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly, "Go and prepare the hangover soup and bath water."

As soon as his words fell, Xue Feiwen's face was full of surprise.

But he knew what to ask and what not to ask, and he took orders to tell people to start preparing.

After half an hour.

A group of people walked into Zhaoyun Courtyard, the person in front was wearing a red robe embroidered with a golden phoenix, his footsteps were flimsy, and a person's name was still whispering in his mouth.

"Zhaoer, Zhaoer..."

Sikong Zhao in the room was holding the fan in his hand, and when he heard the voice whispering his name outside, he raised his eyebrows slightly, his dark pupils looked at the closed door.

In an instant.

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, only to see the woman with bright white teeth, under the light of the red candle, her white and tender face seemed to be coated with a layer of light.

The pungent smell of alcohol permeated her body, following the breeze, she slid into Sikong Zhao's nostrils, her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and the discomfort she had just suppressed came back again and again, and she began to cough lightly.

Bei Er hurriedly dodges, pulls his wrist, and checks his pulse.

"Did you take your medicine just now? Why did you cough again? Could it be that your condition has worsened?"

Sikong Zhao's eyes were tilted towards her movements, his eyelids drooped, and his long and thick black eyelashes couldn't help trembling a few times.

Xue Fei and Xue Han at the door looked at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Lingxing looked happily at a pair of Biren sitting opposite each other in bright red wedding clothes on the bed, raised his hand to signal the others to leave the room, and closed the door thoughtfully.

The red candles illuminated the entire room, and there was a "pop" sound. Under the beautiful scenery of such a beautiful day, a pair of Bi people sat on the bed facing each other. .

Sikong Zhao was wearing a red robe embroidered with gold, coughing softly, his originally pale and beautiful face looked even sicker and weaker now.

Bei Er hurriedly supported him, tapped the acupuncture points on his back a few times, then reached out and took out a purple porcelain bottle from the space.

Then, he took out the elixir from the porcelain bottle, and pinched his bright red lips with his plain fingertips.

Sikong Zhao noticed that the elixir this time was very different from the previous ones, so he didn't swallow it, but raised his eyebrows, and his dark eyes met her.

Knowing that his temperament has always been cautious, Bei Er hurriedly explained.

"This is the Yunluo Pill that can suppress the cold poison in your body. I still have a lot in my hand, so I can guarantee that the cold poison on your body will disappear without a trace in the future."

Sikong Zhao didn't eat it yet, but said indifferently: "It's so precious, Your Highness is willing?"

Bei Er narrowed his eyes slightly, reached out and stuffed the elixir from his fingertips into his mouth, then moved closer to the tip of his ear, and said in a sassy voice, "You are my husband, so I am naturally willing to do so. "

Bei'er looked sincere, as if he cared about him wholeheartedly.

I just don't know what Sikong Zhao will think after hearing these words.

And based on the current time, Sikong Zhao already has the idea of ​​overthrowing the Dayun Dynasty. At this time, if she takes the initiative to take him down, who knows if she will be able to leave a whole body by then.

Sikong Zhao looked at the woman in front of him with an extremely bright and beautiful smile, under the light of the candlelight, she was even more breathtaking.

Her fingertips tugged on his sleeve, and she was so close to him, her voice was so soft and sweet.

His dark eyes became deeper, making it impossible to see what he was thinking about.

After half a sound.

Just look at his slightly restrained expression, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, "Your Highness has treated me so well, how can I repay my kindness?"

Bei'er was overjoyed when she heard his question, but his eyes were fixed on her all the time, as if he wanted to see through her quietly, and she was nervous.

He exhaled lightly in his heart, and began to get closer to him little by little. It could even be said that his whole body was pressed against his chest, his full lips parted slightly, and the warm breath sprayed on the tips of his ears. "Of course I want Zhao'er to agree with her body. My Highness has never seen someone as good-looking as you. I will never forget it and miss it like crazy."

Sikong Zhao was stunned.

After seeing her finish saying this, the little head lowered lower and lower, and the hand holding his sleeve got closer, there was a smile in the corner of his pretty eyes, and the corners of the bright red lips opened and closed.

"Your Highness thinks I'm good-looking, so you want me to promise you with your body?"

With the smile in the corner of his eyes, the cinnabar mole under his eyes became more and more seductive.

A stern look suddenly appeared in Bei'er's eyes, and he raised his pupils again, his ice-blue pupils were full of desire, he stretched out his hands to touch his collar, and pulled it down slightly...

　Tomorrow continue the bridal chamber wedding night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)