When I got into the house, there was silence around me. The weather on the beginning of autumn was a little cool. The breeze came into the hall, the fragrant skin was not sweaty, and the body was extremely refreshing in the long gauze robe, making the *** feel comfortable.

I smelled the scent of orchids and musk in the nose tube, and the fragrance seemed familiar, as if I had smelled it somewhere. I walked step by step into the depths of the boudoir step by step. The emperor's eyes lit up: the decoration and decoration here are exactly the same as when I was in Tianjin. I wonder if Sushun was unique or Ziyun couldn't bear to share it with Jincheng, so it was so special?

The same mahogany furniture, the same bookshelves, the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, the same Duobao grid, and even the incense burner are like in my memory, emitting a scent of blue smoke that sways to the heart of the nose.

The emperor opened his eyes wide and looked around. There was footsteps behind him at some point. Looking back, it was the girl Ziyun who had not seen for many days. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she stared at herself blankly under the candlelight, "Long time no see, Yun'er, are you okay?"

After many days, they met each other, and their identities were different. The lover beside him was now the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty! Ziyun didn't know what he felt in his heart, so he had no time to make a detailed argument. According to the rules of Professor Fei Mo, he slowly knelt down, "Subi, please pay a visit to the emperor, I respectfully ask the emperor for the holy care of the emperor, long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long."

"Come on, get up." The emperor grabbed her arm, lifted her up from the ground, and stared at her carefully. He lost weight much less than when he was in Tianjin. His lower abdomen was bulging and he looked extremely delicate. "If you have a body and are unable to move, don't be too polite."

Ziyun knew from Femo that what the emperor said was the will. Those who are slaves could only obey their destiny and respectfulness. However, such grace from the emperor and those who are servants must be grateful. He was trying to kneel down at the moment, but he couldn't break free. He had to nodded unconsciously, "Slave, thank you for your kindness."

"Oh," the emperor sighed and raised the woman's pointed chin, "How come, knowing that I am the emperor, has you and me become restrained? If this is the case, I would rather let you not know or call me the Fourth Master Gan, and feel more comfortable."

Ziyun has been in the dust for many years, and no one can match the skills of hitting snakes and sticks. His eyes rolled, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I thank you, the emperor."

"What are you grateful for?"

Ziyun smiled playfully, "The emperor's quasi-servant calls you, Master Gan!"

"Oh, are you talking about this?" Emperor Zhan Yan smiled, "Okay, I give you the decree. When there is no one in the future, you can call me the Fourth Master. However, it's not OK to be in front of others."

Ziyun squatted in a blessed manner, Yingying bowed, "Yes! Fourth Master, I've recorded it."

The emperor took a few steps forward and reached out to caress her bulging belly, "Is the child okay? Are you very well-behaved?"

Ziyun grabbed the man's hand and moved down, "The child knew his father was coming, so he was so happy that he was kicking me!"

If it weren't for the inconvenience of time and place, the emperor really wanted to have a happy time with her here. He sighed with satisfaction, "I have to go back. In a few days, I will ask Sushun to send you an imperial edict. Then, you and I will meet in the garden again."
Chapter completed!