Your Majesty, the Empress is on the Battlefield Again!

Looking at her who was so close, the emperor's eyes darkened a little. He raised his hand, wanting to touch her face involuntarily.

Before the slender fingertips landed successfully, Si Luo took several steps back in shock, his eyes wary.

What does he want to do?

"Your Majesty, you"

When he came back to his senses, he was startled to realize that he had lost his composure, a slight look of annoyance appeared in his heart, and his usual coldness and dignity quickly returned to his face.

"You have petals on your head."

Si Luo raised his hand subconsciously and groped the top of his head, and some flower petals really fell on his head.

It turned out that the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere just now was actually just an illusion of my own?

Why do you always feel that something is weird

Reining in her mind, she continued.

"Thank you for the reminder, Your Majesty should go back to the palace to rest earlier."

The emperor lowered his eyes, turned around and hugged Liuguang Yuehuaqin, and walked towards the hall with slender steps.

Si Luo breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the piano table and cushions on the ground and followed, as long as he put the things back in place, he could go back.

She still has to rush to find the Grand Commander to continue learning new lessons and get back yesterday's supplies.

Before leaving, the commander-in-chief also said that he would wait for her tonight.

She doesn't like being unpunctual or having people wait.

Si Luo put the piano table away, and when he was about to say goodbye, the emperor suddenly said something with his back to her.

"Tonight, you stay."

Hearing this, she widened her eyes and raised her voice unconsciously.

"What?"

The emperor was silent for three seconds and added a sentence.

"Stay and watch the night."

She looked confused, this guy didn't have so many rules before, why did he suddenly become more difficult to serve?

"Why??"

The emperor was silent for another three seconds, and found a lame excuse.

"I'm not feeling well."

You were playing the piano so energetically just now, but suddenly you feel uncomfortable?

Why does she think these four words sound like an excuse for nonsense?

"But, Your Majesty, you don't have a fever."

The emperor concealed the faint smile in his eyes, turned around slowly, his indifferent eyes fell on her face, and a deep magnetic voice resounded.

"I allow you to measure it carefully with your hands again."

Si Luo: ""

After a moment of hesitation, she looked at the unwavering eyes of the King of God, walked over, raised her hand and gently placed it on his forehead.

"hiss!"

Very hot.

Si Luo was startled, and withdrew his hand, eyes full of astonishment.

how so? He was obviously fine just now, why did he suddenly have a fever again?

Moreover, at this temperature, it is impossible for a normal person to stand still, right?

"Are you OK?"

"Something happened."

The emperor's eyes flickered slightly, his figure swayed, and then he fell back following her words.

Shocked, Si Luo stretched out his hands to hug him, stopping his tendency to fall.

Because of her height, when she hugged the emperor, her face had to be on his heart. It happened that he was wearing loose clothes today, so basically her cold cheeks were attached to the hot skin of the emperor.

I don't know if it's because she was too close, and she was contaminated by the scorching heat of his body, and her face also turned red as if it were on fire.

She didn't dare to raise her head, turned her face to the side, and said uncomfortably.

"Can you stand still?"

At an angle that Si Luo couldn't see, the arc of the emperor's mouth rose slowly.

"cannot."