Even though he blushed, Xue Qingyin took a deep breath, walked closer, and raised her hand and gently pressed against King Xuan's chest.

Follow the muscle lines.

She pressed her to his heart.

"Has you been injured here?" Xue Qingyin spoke in shock.

The trace was so light that it was almost impossible to see.

If she hadn't looked carefully today, she wouldn't have noticed it.

King Xuan downplayed: "Who can be injured when he is on the battlefield?"

"Then doesn't the emperor know this? He knows it too, but he still..." Xue Qingyin was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

King Xuan raised his hand and opened her mouth.

He said in a deep voice: "Don't bite, don't be angry about me."

Xue Qingyin bit his fingers, and could only make a whimpering sound from her mouth.

It sounds angry and pitiful.

King Xuan touched the tip of her tongue, and then touched the inner wall of her soft mouth.

This action suddenly changed.

Xue Qingyin was stunned.

King Xuan took off his hand as if nothing had happened, but Xue Qingyin chased after him and grabbed his wrist. Then hesitated to kiss his fingertips.

This kiss immediately turned out like a prairie fire.

King Xuan's eyes moved and he picked her up in the waist.

There was a swelling in Xue Qingyin's eyes and she hugged his neck firmly.

She took the initiative to kiss him.

It was only when she was in his arms that she tried her best to kiss her and could barely reach his chin.

King Xuan paused, and couldn't wait to walk to the bed, so he pressed her on the beauty couch beside him.

Xue Qingyin did not fall down, she raised her head and met...

This time, she finally kissed his lips.

King Xuan held her hand and suddenly became more forceful.

With the domineering and strong attitude that seemed to crush her.

She let him exert force like this.

She hooked his shoulder and kissed him randomly, even wilder than he used to be. She was just too unruly and even knocked her teeth twice.

King Xuan held her head, stared at her tightly, and suddenly asked in a hoarse voice: "Is Yin Yin so proactive today because she feels pity for me?"

Xue Qingyin quickly shook her head into a rattle: "No, no."

"How could it be pitiful? Yes...yes..."

Xue Qingyin didn't know what to say.

She didn't even know what to do.

She could only hold him tighter, the tighter the better, the skin was close and intimate. It seemed that it could dispel the haze on his body and soothe those bad things.

She buried her head between his neck, and her voice was hoarse: "I just want you to... be more happy."

He sighed softly: "...I'm already very happy."

Xue Qingyin's eyes were inexplicably sore again.

She thought where she went?

Did she treat him well enough?

It seems that he is not even one tenth of her treatment.

She, a stingy person, just leaked a little bit from his fingers to him.

But can it be like this just a little bit of it make him happy?

Xue Qingyin grabbed him tighter: "...I think you are happier."

King Xuan blocked her lips.

No matter how hard it is to keep one's own feelings.

Like a passionate fire.

Xue Qingyin is a little confused about the sun and the moon when she is doing this.

It's the third day when I wake up from my fatigue.

She lay beside the bed and looked at her torn skirt... Oh... But King Xuan was not much better either.

There are already old traces, but now there are new injuries.

There are scratches and tooth marks.

"I'll go find some medicine for Your Highness." Xue Qingyin said, then got out of bed and ran to the cabinet quickly.

A face blushed like a burning cloud.

Xue Qingyin turned out the medicine bottle from the cabinet.

That was all given to her by King Xuan. Who said she was flirty on weekdays?

She walked slowly back to King Xuan with her sore legs. She followed King Xuan's past appearance and lifted the bottle cap and said, "I'll apply medicine to Your Highness."

King Xuan held her wrist: "No need."

Xue Qingyin said anxiously: "But I was scratched..."

King Xuan said expressionlessly: "I like it."

Xue Qingyin: "You, you, you..." Xue Qingyin was instantly stunned.

How can you say such nonsense seriously?

King Xuan looked at her and suddenly changed his voice and asked, "Why didn't Yin Yin think about applying medicine to me on the day you and I have wedding?"

Xue Qingyin felt even more guilty.

Of course, it was because I didn’t like you at that time, I just wanted your face, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and you and He Songning had the power to fight...

"Yinyin?" King Xuan seemed to be a little suspicious.

Xue Qingyin stammered: "I... made you so angry at that time. Where can I still have this skill?"

King Xuan: "Well, Yin Yin is saying it. It's my fault."

"Yeah, how generous I am, I don't care about you." Xue Qingyin blurted out.

After saying that, I felt it was not very good. Alas, now it should be her who coaxes King Xuan.

But King Xuan responded seriously: "Yes, Yin Yin is generous."

Xue Qingyin woke up at this moment and felt that King Xuan seemed... she was really too pampering her.

She wanted to say that she would spoil me.

But then I thought about it again.

What's wrong with spoiling? What's wrong with being a bad guy with confidence?

Wouldn’t it be better if she rewarded King Xuan more?

Xue Qingyin leaned over, kissed King Xuan, and returned to his refreshed look: "Let's go, we should leave for Yizhou."

King Xuan responded: "Okay."

Then Xue Qingyin learned from the personal guard that Gan Zixu could no longer eat and could not sleep. He thought about seeing her and King Xuan day and night, and he had been asking for many times.

Xue Qingyin grinded her teeth and said, "It's just right to make him feel uncomfortable."

The personal guard asked, "Does the princess still want to see him?"

"Go and hear what he has to say." Xue Qingyin curled her lips.

"I want to see King Xuan... I want to see Princess..." Gan Zixu's voice was hoarse and weak, and it rang in the courtyard over and over again.

When Xue Qingyin and King Xuan appeared in front of him again, he was stunned for a while before he finally realized that the scene in front of him was not a dream.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Gan Zixu cried while crying.

Seeing this, Xue Qingyin sighed and stepped back from her personal guard.

There were only three of them left in the yard for a moment.

Gan Zixu wiped his face twice, mud, tears, and the previously dried blood stains made into a ball.

She was as embarrassed as a beggar.
To be continued...