Your Majesty’s Heart-to-heart Pet

Ning Yuqian's eyes kept falling on her, and there seemed to be a thousand words in his eyes, but in the end he still lowered his eyes, looking at the black flute in his hand, slowly blowing.

When the breeze came in the night, his long hair swayed with the wind, and he smelled like an immortal under the moon, cold and lonely.

Ruan Yang stepped back, step by step, stepping away from Ning Yuqian.

He stood there, as if he hadn't seen it at all, still playing the flute on his own.

Ruan Yang let out a sigh of relief.

However, in the next second, she got into trouble—she forgot how to dance the dance, and only vaguely remembered the finishing moves.

She turned her head to look at Ning Yuqian cautiously, and then resolutely saved a few steps before finishing the jump.

Ning Yuqian raised his eyes, his eyes were a little hot and fell on her body for a long time without any movement.

Ruan Yang's sloppy eyes, his voice and the soft flute sound, sounded crisp and tactful: "Your Majesty, the concubines have finished dancing."

The flute stopped abruptly.

Ning Yuqian retracted the flute and nodded, as if to say: Then?

Without the sound of the flute, it seemed a little quiet at night, Ruan Yang trembled subconsciously, and stepped back a few steps. Ning Yuqian pursed his lips and didn't speak. It was a bit scary.

She deliberated carefully and spoke slowly: "The concubine has heard your Majesty your golden words and words, you are a gentleman with a promise."

Ning Yuqian was silent, as if in a trance. After hearing her flattery, she rarely lost her temper, but raised her eyelids and glanced at her.

"The concubine is willing to dance this dance for you, but your majesty, you have promised the matter of the concubine—" Ruan Yang paused and said plausibly, "You can't go back."

Ning Yuqian nodded silently, his expression was inexplicably obedient, and his voice was low, like a pot of old wine hidden in the depths of time: "No regrets."

Ruan Yang was shocked.

She gave a dull smile, "The concubine thank you very much..."

Ning Yuqian looks like this—it's almost like eating people!

He suddenly patted the clothes, and sat down on the floor, as if he didn't care that the dust on the ground would stain his clothes that were not stained with dust.

Ruan Yang clutched his chest in horror, and said tentatively: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, and your concubines staying here will stain your reputation."

Ning Yuqian turned his head to see her and didn't respond, but said slowly, "Sit down, too."

He looks like this...it's too abnormal. Ruan Yang hesitated for a while, and sat far away from him under Ning Yuqian's icy gaze.

The dance clothes on her body were stained with sweat. The dance clothes were already light and thin, and when they were wet, they became more visible.

Ning Yuqian looked at her chest, swallowed very slowly, and then continued to look at her seriously.

Ruan Yang silently looked at the moon in the sky, ignoring Ning Yuqian, who was occasionally convulsive and nervous.

What is even more difficult is that this person has such a weird personality. The more Ruan Yang thought about it, the more headache he got, and he made an idea. After returning, he said that he was sick, and he would come out after Su Bihuai became the favorite concubine.

"Who have you ever liked?" Ning Yuqian asked suddenly.

Ruan Yang looked at the moon in the sky without annoyance. It was round and white, much more beautiful than Ning Yuqian.

"Where does the concubine have your spare time, the concubine is too busy with his own affairs, but can't come to think about these inexplicable things." After thinking about it, Ruan Yang decided to tell the truth: "In fact, the concubine has never liked General Zhou. Yes. I never liked it..."

As soon as he spoke, Ruan Yang realized that he had said the wrong thing.

What she wants to say is that I have never liked you either.

But... she wants to please this hero!

"The King of Huai'an?" Ning Yuqian's voice was filled with a smile, which seemed to be joyful.

Ruan Yang nodded in a hurry: "Yes, yes! Your majesty is right in everything you say!"

Even she herself didn't notice how dogleg she looked like this, but Ning Yuqian grinned, and after a long time, she asked softly, "What do you think of me?"

Ruan Yang subconsciously said: "Your Majesty, you are the best man in the world, wise, mighty, handsome, and exuding the charm of successful people in every gesture. You can't be better if you are good."

Ning Yuqian stared at her for a while, then shook his head.

But Ruan Yang felt...Ning Yuqian is not aggressive now.

The temperament on the body is gentle. She blinked, trying to dispel this nonsensical thought.

Anyone can be gentle. This perverted male protagonist is impossible.

Ning Yuqian stood up and sat next to her, with a soft voice that made Ruan Yang's heart tremble: "Yang'er, I want to hear you tell the truth."

"Every word that the concubine said is the truth." Ruan Yangzheng's face was stern, pretending to be extremely serious.

For Ning Yuqian's abnormality, it cannot be inferred by common sense.

In fact, Ruan Yang has never understood his approach. Of course, I don't want to understand.

"do you like me?"

Ruan Yang heard Ning Yuqian's drool clearly.

He was sitting next to her, his hand gently covering his chest that was jumping wildly, but the expression on his face was a bit grim and miserable, as if someone had offended him.

Ruan Yang tilted his head, and suddenly remembered that Ning Yuqian raised his sword and asked her: Do you love me?

Before she could speak, Ning Yuqian killed her with a single sword.

She stood up quickly and stood in front of Ning Yuqian, quickly searching for what was on his body. Ning Yuqian was a little dazed, as if he hadn't reacted at all.

When Ruan Yang's hand slipped to his cuff, he touched a hard object.

She took it out without hesitation for a moment.

It's a black dagger.

Ruan Yang's body froze.

Ning Yuqian blinked, ignoring the sudden acceleration of her heartbeat when she approached. The enthusiasm seemed to burst from the blood, leaving the burning piece of his whole body.

He got up, looked at the panicked Ruan Yang, clenched his hands into fists, clinging to his side, his voice was cold, and he couldn't hear the emotions: "Do you like me?"

He stared at Ruan Yang, as if the next moment, he would be able to overcome thorns and thorns for her and bow down to her.

At the same time, he can kill the person in front of him mercilessly.

Ruan Yang's hand was holding the dagger trembling, she tentatively pulled out a little, the sharp dagger body glowed with a cold blue light under the moon night, stabbing her eye.

After the extreme fear, there is extreme calmness.

She had already died once, and was killed by the male protagonist in front of her.

—She must not die again.

Once again, she didn't know if she had any luck to take this life back.

Ruan Yang calmly held the dagger in his hand, but his fingertips trembled. In the past seventeen years, she has rarely even entered the kitchen, let alone holding a knife.

Her parents pampered her in every possible way and hurt her heart. She had never faced such a scene alone.

The expression in Ning Yuqian's eyes suddenly became cold, and his tone was cold: "Sure enough... I don't like it."

Ruan Yang raised his head and looked up at him: "Ning Yuqian."

Ning Yuqian replied calmly as if he had taken some sedative, "Yeah."

Ruan Yang quietly pointed the tip of the dagger at him, thinking about how to threaten Ning Yuqian with the most accurate posture later, so as to escape the catastrophe.

It is true that she does-have no guts to kill. No matter how disgusting or disgusting Ning Yuqian she is, the education she has received since childhood does not allow her to do things that go against her conscience.

"Yes... Do you like it?" Ning Yuqian asked softly, even stuttering, but the ending sound quietly rose, as if there was an inconceivable joy and expectation.

Ruan Yang cleared his throat calmly, and seeing his somewhat...cautious appearance, a certain thread in his mind suddenly became clear.

She bent her eyes and smiled softly, but her eyes were cold: "Ning Yuqian, do you like Ruan Yang? You like the one you like very much? If you like it if you don't get it, you want to destroy it. That frantic like?"

Ning Yuqian's pupils dilated instantaneously, and there was a bewilderment in his eyes that had no time to hide it, but Ruan Yang heard the beating of something.

In this silent night, I heard very clearly.

One click, powerful. Even Ning Yuqian's cheeks were dyed lightly crimson.

He looked like he was about to cry in the next second, and he looked correct, like a three or two-year-old child.

Ruan Yang looked thoughtful, "tsk tsk" twice, and then asked with a chuckle: "Ning Yuqian, I also heard that you have painted a lot of portraits of Ruan Yang, and everyone who followed you before knows this. Something?"

Ning Yuqian's fingertips moved, and the water in his eyes suddenly filled up, with a pair of cold phoenix eyes, looking very well-behaved, even a little bit crazy.

Ruan Yang nodded again, sighing helplessly.

"Then have you taken off my socks before? That was the time when you madly drugged me and caused me to fall asleep unconsciously. Oh...again, you pretended to be drunk , The time I ran to Bihe Palace to play a hooligan/hooligan, my socks were gone."

Ruan Yang paused, with a small smile on his lips, slowly approaching Ning Yuqian: "Do you like Ruan Yang's things very much? You like it to the point where you want to collect them?"

After all, it is not polite to take off a girl’s clothes, but... it’s easy to take off a socks.

Ning Yuqian pursed her lips, and clearly read "You bully me" under her eyes.

Ning Yuqian at this moment looks like a kind idiot.

Those pretentious disguise, like Ruan Yang's words, disappeared bit by bit.

He trembled and raised his hand, trying to say something. The next second, Ruan Yang flashed behind him, and the dagger was pointed directly at a place under him. He heard Ruan Yang's sweet voice.

Ruan Yang said: "Ning Yuqian, I will castrate/cast you again if you move."

Ruan Yang said again: "But it's a pity to castrate like you is a pervert."

Ning Yuqian did not move, looking at her silently, with a slight injury on his face.

He blinked, and the corners of his eyes were even a little wet, but his voice was deep and pleasant: "Yeah."

Ruan Yang listened to these words speechlessly and frowned: "Deadly perverted, as long as I think of someone like you, I feel sick."

Anyway, she is now holding Ning Yuqian's "root of life", and it can be said that this person is letting her decide. It's hard to hide her disgust, and she just can't wait to speak up.

Ning Yuqian's body seemed to be stiff for a moment, then turned his head and asked, "Why?"

Ruan Yang didn’t want to talk nonsense with him, so he opened his mouth and said, “Ning Yuqian, you let me go and let me leave the palace. If you promise me, I promise you will never hurt you.” After thinking about it, Ruan Yang added another sentence. : "Of course, your little brother will be fine too."

All his inexplicable cuteness seemed to have disappeared. Ruan Yang only felt a pain in his wrist, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

The sound of the collision between the dagger and the brick is exceptionally crisp.

It seemed to be mocking Ruan Yang, mocking how ignorant she was just now, thinking about threatening Ning Yuqian.