In Suzhao Hall, layers of bright yellow soft smoke gauze drape down from the window. A slight breeze pours in from the carved dragon window, gently fluttering the soft translucent curtain to create an elegant look. of arc.
On the jade chair, the young emperor's snow-white python robes flowed down, and the dark silver piping was patterned with the rich patterns of peonies. His black hair was like a waterfall, tied only with a plain white hairband, reflecting his gorgeous frosty face, and the corners of his eyes. The tear mole is more beautiful than the boiling blood. The long wide sleeves hang naturally from the jade-smooth handrail, revealing only a section of frost-white fingertips. The five fingers are as long as ice, lightly clasping the handrail engraved with the lines of mountains and rivers. The aura of a noble emperor is fully revealed.
It's just that for such a person who is as solid as ice, when he slightly lowers his head to listen to the words of the man in blue sitting below him, there is actually a slight softness.
Zhen Zhen's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the unformed thought just now seemed to be a little more profound.
Hearing the noise, Bennett Fu raised his head and looked at them who walked in. It was the iron-blooded and ruthless Emperor Tianyi again.
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