The scene of His Majesty walking out of the camp with Princess Yong'an in his arms frightened everyone again.

A cruel and ruthless emperor suddenly became so gentle and kind. Not only did he not comfort everyone, but he felt even more terrifying! There was always an illusion that His Majesty would walk back with a sneer in a while, carrying Princess Yong'an's bloody body...

Lin Feilu didn't know that he had died abnormally in everyone's mind.

Song Jinglan's steps were steady and heavy. She hugged in his arms, playing with his hair, touching his collar, and finally couldn't help but sniffing his slender and beautiful neck with the tip of her nose.

There was a faint ambergris on his body. After being fainted by his body temperature, his aura became more and more intense, with a reassuring and pleasant smell.

When the soft tip of his nose rubbed against his skin, Song Jinglan paused.

He lowered his eyes to the restless girl in his arms, his hoarse voice exuded a hint of helplessness: "Princess."

Lin Feilu sniffed twice again, buried her entire face in the socket of his neck and rubbed it: "Xiao Song, you smell so good."

Song Jinglan's arms tightened while holding her, and the veins on the back of her hands were revealed.

He closed his eyes, slowly exhaled, and smiled silently in a little helpless manner, then walked towards Fairy Lake.

The night has fallen, and the night sky in the wasteland is boundless, clear and bright, like the starry sky written by Van Gogh, which is unreal. Fairy Lake is bathed under this starlight, and the lake surface is shining, as if it is full of stars.

There are still a few weeping willows by the lake, shattering the starlight of the lake as the night wind blows across the water.

Lin Feilu was truly beautiful by the scenery of nature, and suddenly felt like she was filled with emotions in her heart, as if her limbs were trembling, giving birth to a particularly satisfying feeling.

She turned her head to look at the handsome man beside her. His hands were still connected with her fingers, and the smile on her lips was gentle, which was even better than the starlight.

She suddenly understood why this feeling arises.

It’s because she is enjoying the most beautiful scenery in the world with her favorite person.

Song Jinglan noticed the gaze that had been falling on his face, chuckled, turned his head and asked, "What is the princess looking at?"

Lin Feilu looked at him and said with a serious look: "Xiao Song, it turns out that there are really fairies in Fairy Lake!"

Song Jinglan had actually guessed what she was going to say, but he still asked in cooperation: "Hmm? Where is it?"

As a result, Lin Feilu did not follow the routine.

She said: "It's me."

Song Jinglan looked at her silently for a while, and finally shook his head and smiled, "Well, it's you."

The night wind blew across the wilderness, and a blank and distant sound was heard. Lin Feilu felt his sperm constitution occur again under his gaze, and stretched out his hand: "Hug."

He smiled and leaned over and hugged her gently.

Lin Feilu surrounded his waist and buried it in his chest and hummed: "No matter where I am in the future, you will hug me when I am tired."

He lowered his head and kissed her long soft hair: "Okay."

Lin Feilu raised her head to look at him and expressed doubts: "It's good or that, what do you say, do you say it's okay?"

He stroked the back of her head with his palm, then slid one by one, pinching the back of her neck, his low voice to the extreme gentleness: "As long as the princess is by my side, everything is fine."

Lin Feilu was squeezed out by him again and had goosebumps.

She discovered that whenever this person's perverted possessiveness arose, she would pinch the back of her neck.

The key is that she was still crazy about this damn possessive desire.

She blushed a little and pushed him away: "Go back."

Song Jinglan nodded and bent down to hug her. Lin Feilu quickly said, "I'll leave by myself this time!"

He raised his eyebrows: "Are you tired?"

Lin Feilu pulled his hand over, passed his fingers through his fingers, clasped them tightly, and shook them with a smile: "Just hold me."

He also smiled and brushed off her long hair that was swept against her cheeks: "Well, let's go."

Not long after, the people in the camp saw His Majesty returning with Princess Yong'an. Seeing that the princess was still alive, everyone felt relieved.

Amitabha, it’s all right, it’s really mercy from God.

After a night of rest, the convoy continued to set off.

The State of Song is located in the south and has always been known as fertile soil. After passing through the barren border, the place where they pass gradually becomes prosperous. Farming and commerce are well organized, and the customs and customs are different from Dalin. The water towns in the south of the Yangtze River and the soft words of Wudi have their own styles.

Lin Feilu ushered in her 18th birthday on the road.

In the past, Dalin had a bit of spring climate at this time, but the south was already filled with summer. However, the supply will be replenished by the official post along the way, and the ice to cool down was enough, and the carriage was still very cool.

As soon as the weather got hotter, Lin Feilu didn't want to wander around the road. The bride-receiving mission, which was eating and drinking, finally accelerated its speed.

Lin Feilu has actually forgotten about her birthday.

There have been so many things happening during this period. She has been walking on the road for so long. In addition, the climate has changed, and the concept of time has become blurred. She never remembered that today is her birthday. After getting on the carriage, she lay on the carpet and looked through the playbook she found a few days ago.

Just as she saw the male and female protagonist secretly encountering her parents, her feet swaying in the air were suddenly held by a pair of cold hands.

She didn't look back, but just kicked her feet in protest.

She smiled at the back, and then a circle of cool things wrapped around her ankles.

Lin Feilu was half-coquettish and half-dissatisfied: "What are you doing!"

She turned around and saw a string of red chains on her ankles.

Lin Feilu turned over and sat up, raised her feet crossed, and leaned closer to look at the ankle.

The thin chain, which is made of unknown material, is exquisite and beautiful, with a blood-colored red color, which is particularly eye-catching when hanging on her snow-white ankles. The most exquisite thing is that the buckle of the chain is a red phoenix connected from beginning to end.

The phoenix was the representative of the queen in ancient times.

Lin Feilu was a little stunned. After a long time, he looked up and asked the person sitting opposite him: "What is this?"

Song Jinglan said in a gentle voice: "Birthday gift."

Only then did Lin Feilu realize that today was his birthday.

No, this is not the point!

She pointed to the anklet: "Phoenix!"

Song Jinglan nodded: "Well, this is Phoenix Knot, do you like it?"

"This is not a question of whether you like it or not..." She grabbed her head and asked hesitantly: "The phoenix can only be used by the queen, right?"

Song Jinglan smiled and nodded: "Yes."

Lin Feilu widened her eyes and said no.

Just her? Just her?

She can be a queen like this???

Although she knew that there was no one else in Xiaopiao's harem, she never thought that she would just sit in the throne after she passed by. There was no such thing as a princess to be a queen in history. It would be strange if the court officials in Song State did not make a fuss.

But looking at Song Jinglan's expression, it seems that he is not joking at all.

Lin Feilu swallowed her saliva.

Seeing that she was not talking for a long time, Song Jinglan leaned forward, pulled her twisted fingers, and asked in a low voice: "Don't the princess want to be the lonely queen?"

Lin Feilu was a little distressed: "Of course I am willing, but... I feel so troublesome. I have to abide by many rules and manage the harem. I want to pay my respects, and I have to come to see you. I can't sleep even if I'm lazy."

Seeing her little face wrinkled, she couldn't help laughing, "No, you don't have to worry about your future life, no one will disturb you."

Lin Feilu pouted: "Then why do you still have to be the queen?"

He touched her head and said warmly, "Because I want to give the princess the best things in the world."

Lin Feilu's eyelashes trembled.

After a long time, my ears were burning red, and my face said as if nothing had happened: "Okay, since you have sincerely asked, I will satisfy you with mercy."

She buried her head in the red chain again.

Phoenix buckle.

The name sounds nice and looks good.

She couldn't help but pounce on Song Jinglan and lay on his shoulder and acted coquettishly: "I like this gift so much."

He smiled and hugged her back.

Lin Feilu twisted in his arms for a while, and the flower on his heart seemed to be about to bloom from his heart, and his love and affection could not be hidden.

She pursed her lower lip and leaned into his ear and whispered: "Your Highness, you have given me so many gifts, can I give you one too?"

Song Jinglan smiled and said, "Okay, what gift should the princess give me?"

She was mysterious and stingy, and she blew in his ears: "Close your eyes."

Song Jinglan closed his eyes as he said.

I felt the girl lying on her shoulders leave. After a while, her soft and gentle breath gradually approached the door.

She held her breath and focused, half-kneeled on the carriage, with her hands behind her back, raised her chin and slowly approached, and then gently kissed his lips.

Like the tenderness of the clouds, like the touch of the breeze, like a spring rain falling on the lotus leaves without leaving any trace.

Song Jinglan opened his eyes.
To be continued...