Chapter 768

Aware of the solemnity of Pan Yun's bowing, Gong Yueyue suddenly jumped out of his heart a touch of tension that had been contained for a long time. Birds fluttered across the grape shelf, and the crisp song lingered in Gong Yueyue's ears for a long time.

Seeing that Zhongyue in the thin quilt closed his eyes and fell asleep, Gong Yueyue got up from the bed and walked slowly to the Chengxin hall where he lived.

Lie down lazily on the red sandalwood carved cold plum imperial concubine's couch, slowly lie up, like a obedient and soft cat, hold it gently.

The snow-white neck gently pillowed the smooth silk pillow, and the long and wonderful eyes silently stared at the curved moon inlaid in the dark blue sky. The gentle dark pupil eyes gathered away the coldness of the past, filled with bursts of warmth and narrowly slipped through a trace of low, soft and clear.

In the hall, the silver hollow-out bee egret ball quietly floats out the charming white fog with plum blossom fragrance curling upward. The golden candle light passes through the gloomy gauze curtain, and the hazy light is gently sprinkled on the imperial concubine's couch, with a kind of gentle woman fragrance blooming silently.

Sometimes gentle like a spring, sometimes smart, sometimes quiet and elegant, sometimes charming and charming. It has been five years since I married her, and I still can't forget the scene of the first meeting in the Lingxi palace.

He raised the red embroidered mandarin duck xipa, gently hesitated and cruelly said to her, "I can give you anything except love."

He thought that she would be absent-minded and bleary for a moment; He thought she would feel the merciless tease of fate. However, she even giggled, which made him suddenly stunned.

Gazing at her long pair of wonderful eyes, the gentle dark pupil opened itself, an unspeakable clarity. That night, he knew that his wife was a wise and measured woman.

Later, later, he couldn't tell which moment it was. He began to want to see her. He liked to watch her sitting alone in the cold and frost free moonlight, immersed in the five strings of the pipa, and listening to the clank music flowing from her sharp fingertips. Zhao Changyuan's heart shook endlessly.

No matter what the world is like, the pure white cheeks of this young woman are always filled with an indelible lingering smile. Those clear and clean eyes are so charming to his heart, just like a beautiful fox spirit. When a man is the most vulnerable, he is unprepared to be poisoned by her ecstasy.

Every casual word and every self smiling face seemed to penetrate his dusty and most secret heart and easily provoke his lonely and complicated mood.

In this way, Zhao Changyuan walked into the inner world of Gong Yueyue's life step by step. From the time he began to want to find out her heart, he knew that he had already fallen in love with her.

Now I can't forget it. In the Lingxi palace, I felt that the gauze jade white spring shirt was gently untied by his hand. A cold wind in the slightly cold spring night made her delicate skin tremble and shrink into his warm arms, looking forward to his strong kiss and touch like a child.

Long ago, Gong Yueyue slowly fell in love with Zhao Changyuan's slightly aggressive caress. Different from Lin Wei's tenderness, Zhao Changyuan's rich touch made her feel an unspeakable sense of security at the bottom of her heart.

"Yue Yue, I love you." Listening to his gentle tone in his ears, the crisp hemp of gently kissing the petite earlobe was introduced into Gong Yueyue's heart. His white hands gently stroked Zhao Changyuan's solid back and stroked his back. Gong Yueyue couldn't help but stick his cool cheek close to his broad shoulder.

She was silent for a long time, until the fine crackling sound of the plum blossom incense in the incense stove aroused Gong Yueyue's thoughts. Her shallow smile spread over the rosy lips and said softly, "Changyuan, I, like you, love you deeply."

On this day, the spring rain has hidden the sunny sun in recent days. The pattering rain drops on the eaves of glazed dripping water, shaking open the fine ripples, which also makes people feel a little tenderness for no reason.

Bai Ji, holding a silver needle, embroidered among the green brocades of an eggshell spread on the embroidery table frame. The bright light gently slanted on her body along the gap of the carved Xihong window.

The drooping neck shows a beautiful radian and posture like a swan. A few strands of fine green silk gently fall between the snow-white neck, with a gentle mind.

Staring at Bai Ji's serious embroidery, Gong Yueyue gently put down the Phoenix stone in his arms, and then squatted down to whisper in his ear.