My Empress is My Bad Girl

"You... why are you sneaky?" Yun Dai saw him, surprised and angry again, "I thought there was an assassin in the car."

Zhao Yuanjing let go of her and said with a smile: "Without my permission, would Xu Hu dare to get Fengyan at will?"

"Come on when you come, how come you are like a thief."

"If I show up, I will inevitably have to deal with so many people in the Hou Mansion, kneeling and worshipping. It's weird." He leaned back, resting his hands on the back of his head, smiling lazily, "I just want to You are alone for a while."

"Back to the palace, there is so much time."

"It's not the same." Zhao Yuanjing stretched out her hand to her in front of him, "Good Dai'er, I have to be a good emperor in the palace, it is difficult for me to do everything. But outside, I am just your man and belong to you alone."

"Always stay together, you don't feel bored."

"Not at all." Zhao Yuanjing leaned her head against her neck, his voice was sticky, sweet and greasy, "I really want to be by your side all the time, doing nothing, not going anywhere."

"Say silly again."

Yun Dai touched his soft hair.

I think he is just like Yaner, a child at the moment.

Ever since he cried in front of him in the morning, his cold appearance, the soft part of his heart, seemed to no longer deliberately hide, and no longer mind showing it in front of her.

"Are you cold? Give me your hand and I'll take a look again." Zhao Yuanjing held her hand and unwrapped the gauze to check it carefully.

No blood was taken at midday, and Ouyang's miraculous wound medicine was applied again. All the wounds were scarred and blood no longer oozes.

However, it will take some time to completely restore the original state.

Zhao Yuanjing sighed: "They all say that their daughters are precious. Girls who enter the palace during the draft must be carefully checked by the mother, and there can be no scars on their bodies. Although you have not been drafted, you have been raised in a boudoir, and you have not broken any oil skin. Now that I am a queen, my tired hands are wounds..."

He couldn't continue, lowered his head and kissed the scar on her wrist.

And every wound is for him.

Zhao Yuanjing couldn't do anything this afternoon. Whenever I think of her twin cobweb wounds, I can't breathe.

He really killed Leng Rushuang's heart.

Yun Dai didn't want him to look at her wound again, and asked him to help her re-tie it.

"Let me watch it for a while."

"It's so ugly, what's so beautiful." Yun Dai didn't want to expose her wounds to others, especially the man who has the closest relationship with her.

Zhao Yuanjing said: "As long as it is on you, no matter what it is, I think it looks good."

He rolled up the gauze and threw it out to Tsing Yi.

"The queen must not be allowed to wrap her wrists in the future.

Tsing Yi hurriedly took the gauze and respectfully responded.

Yun Dai was puzzled.

Zhao Yuanjing said: "I asked Ouyang in the afternoon, your injury can't be wrapped in airtight, it's already scarred, it's not good to always wrap it up."

Yun Dai smiled and said, "Then don't wrap it up."

She put down her sleeves.

It was originally to hide it from him, since he knew it, it didn't matter whether it was bound or not.

She asked herself the question she cared most this afternoon.

"Did Miss Leng come into the palace today? What did she say?"

"I told her that I already knew about her taking the queen's blood. If there is another time, I will marry her."

"...The emperor, are you too overbearing? People are working hard to detoxify you."