Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

Late at night, Bei Muqing still went to Zhongli Ye's bedroom to apply medicine to his arm.

The two of them seemed to have exchanged identities. Not long ago, he did these things for her.

The wound on his arm is not as deep as that of Bei Muqing at the time. However, he is the supreme emperor and everything is not careless. Moreover, the wound has been penetrated by toxins not long ago. Bei Muqing does not understand poisons.

, I don’t understand medical skills, I just do my best to prevent this wound from leaving any future problems.

The medicine was ready, and she packed up the bottles and jars: "Your Majesty is going to rest soon."

"Qinger." He reached out, grabbed her hand, placed it in his palm, and played with it carefully.

Bei Muqing sat back when she wanted to stand up, and looked at him with his eyes down and said, "Your Majesty will get up early tomorrow, so let's get off sooner."

He raised his eyes and looked at her, her deep eyes completely reflected her figure.

The room was quiet, and the ambiguous atmosphere became richer. He wanted her so eagerly, no matter which aspect, but she had never known it at all, and had never understood it. The closeness and separation made him unable to sleep or eat.

The delicate little hand in the big palm twitched tentatively, but he held it tightly, not giving her the possibility of pulling it.

Bei Muqing looked at the man who was silent in front of her, wondering what he was thinking so deeply.

A silent sigh in his heart, and the free hand pulled the quilt upward: "Your Majesty, rest early."

"Does Qing'er want to sleep here too?" He finally spoke, and his smile always made her feel as if she was shocked by the beauty of the sky.

"Your Majesty, stop making trouble." She said coquettishly, trying to get up, but was held back by him again, and this time she took her whole body into her arms even more excessively.

The injured hand, her ten fingers combed her black hair a little unevenly: "Why is Qing'er unwilling to be my queen?"

It is more appropriate to say that it is a question, because he knows that when facing this woman, it doesn't matter what kind of tone it is. If she is willing to speak, he will say, if he doesn't want to, he will ask straightforwardly.

, she would take it over without leaving any trace.

"Have your Majesty ever heard a word called destiny?" She didn't struggle, let him hold it, and spoke clearly: "If destiny is destined, I will be your queen, then even if it is not now, I will still be in the future.

;If I do not have this noble fortune in my destiny, then I will become Your Majesty's queen now and I will still be separated in the future."

Zhongli Ye Yayan, on the same day, someone told him that he would meet the destined woman in the fifth year of ascending the throne, and that woman's thoughts were completely different from those of the woman in Dongmo Kingdom. He needed to keep her as jade as a man.

, and said that this is respect for her.

This year happened to be the fifth year. That night, the water mist was filled with mist in the hot spring pool. When he looked at her, his heart was turbulent, but his fate was destined to be really strange. For many years, he was just half-believing and half-doubted.

He was silent, she didn't know if he heard her words, but just left his arms, stood up, looked at him who also looked up at her, raised his lips, and revealed the playful little dimples: "Your Majesty rested early

, I'll go back first."

"I'll send you back." He said as he was about to lift the quilt out of bed.

"Your Majesty, it's just a few steps away. I'll leave." After she said that, she turned around, and her black hair and Yao skirt flew with her movements. Bei Muqing, who had no silver-red red tracing, was still the same

Beautiful and unspeakable, random actions are indescribable beauty.