Chapter 72:

Hu Guojun Sima Jiao, from his early childhood, has had fewer sleeps and more dreams. He often has many dreams, most of which have no specific images. They are large red sky, blood and flames, and occasionally there are black palaces and chains pressing on top of his head. , It is depressing.
Just like the teachers who taught him, the lengthy preaching, with contempt and repulsive eyes, is unpleasant.
But, occasionally, he will dream of a person and a woman.
Sometimes she sits on the edge of a mountain stream, stepping on the water barefoot, stretches out a hand to fold off a fresh green leaf above her head, and flutters the green leaf in the clear stream at will. The sun fell on her ankles, on her long eyelashes and cheeks, on her fingers that raised the splash.
He felt very calm in his dream, even watching it all with a soft emotion, he seemed to feel the cold stream through this dream.
Sometimes, she lay in a ball of beautiful and tender bedding, falling into a soft package, like a candied date wrapped in candy, with a sweet smell. Occasionally, she would roll over and stretch out her hand on the side of the bed. And he would raise her hand in his dream, pinching her fingers one by one.
Sometimes, she shed tears to him in her dreams, as if he had broken her heart, making her unhappy in the dream, she had to weep to him, and forced him to have nowhere to vent the pain in his heart.
The face of the person in the dream changed from blurry to clear as he grew older, but the question of who she was has troubled him for many years.
"who are you?"
"Liao Tingyan, I am Liao Tingyan." When I met him, she was Liao Tingyan.
Sima Jiao stood in front of Liao Tingyan, stretched out his hand to rub her chin and cheek, his fingers were slightly cool, and there was a lot of inquiry in his eyes when he looked at her.
Liao Tingyan had already cried enough, and finally recovered from the long-lost reunion. She sat there looking up at Sima Jiao, as if staring at a flower that had reopened after many years. After the surging heart wave subsided, the waves were still repeated. The ground shot on the beach, aroused small waves.
If it weren't for many people watching, she might not be able to help but touch his face.
Hmm...That's it. She took a closer look. At present, this majesty is still a little majesty, sixteen-year-old, not the same as she used to be familiar, and looks a little greener. The former Sima Jiao looked like a young man. After all, he had lived so many years, and his expressions and movements were usually full of adult temperament, but now this Sima Jiao... is really tender.
The eyes are still the same eyes, but because they have not been superimposed for hundreds of years, they look clearer and a little rounder. The contours of the face are softer than the grown-up appearance, not so sharp. The nose and lips are also cute and lovely. .
No, it feels like suddenly returning to the teenage years, seeing the appearance of young lovers, they are almost dead! Even if the other party used to be a selfish old dog, it can't affect his current cuteness.
This little face is so tender.
Liao Tingyan couldn't help but reached out and touched His Majesty's face.
Sima Jiao: "..."?
The beauty in front of me who was still crying just now was taken back by him. Of course he wanted to touch someone’s face to touch it, but what happened to her, touching his face so naturally, in the end he was That scary bad reputation tyrant, or is she?
Sima Jiao looked at her weirdly: "You touched the lonely face?"
Liao Tingyan: "..." To be honest, Your Majesty, I have actually touched your butt, so what's your face?
Sima Jiao didn't feel angry when he realized that he was offended. Instead, he asked a little strangely: "You don't seem to be afraid of being alone?"
Liao Tingyan: Huh? Am I still afraid of you now?
But she just came to your place and she didn't complete the new persona of the former couple, and she didn't know what scary things this tyrant did, so where should she start to be scared now? To be honest, her acting skills have not improved at all for so many years, I don't know if she can handle this Sima Jiao.
Sima Jiao: "Have you never heard of solitary killing?"
Liao Tingyan: "Wow?"
Sima Jiao was very dissatisfied with her ignorant appearance. She felt that this girl was probably too young and was raised at home too well. She didn't know the suffering in the world, and she had never heard of his reputation. I am afraid she could not imagine. What's the matter with him killing.
Sima Jiao then swaggered to sit next to her, leaned back, waved his hand to let all the attendants who were standing aside go down, then looked up and down Liao Tingyan with reckless eyes, and said in a perverted tone: "Gu Zengjiang A person who yelled at me peeled his skin and hung it at the gate of the palace until he was turned into a bone by the wind and rain."
Liao Tingyan: Well, that's really terrible-if there weren't the people who wanted to destroy the family at every turn, they would kill the entire Gengchen Immortal Mansion's inner ring staff and burn most of the Sima that the Demon Realm Demon would use to make flower fertilizer. Jiao for comparison.
Sima Jiao could see that the beauty in front of him was not scared. He chuckled and picked her chin, "You are not afraid that if you irritate the lonely, you will be treated like this? What kind of pity is loneliness? people."
Of course, this man was born without the word Lianxiangxiyu. She remembered that she had just entered the Gengchen Immortal Mansion and was selected into his Three Sacred Mountain Tower. She watched him kill a bunch of great beauties. He wanted to kill. , Never distinguish between men and women.
Yes, she remembered a small part of her memory at the time. It was Sima Jiao who had burned herself as a candle. It might have been a stimulus to her at that time.
Sixteen-year-old Sima Jiao, approached her deliberately to scare people and said that she was "a great achievement". Not only was Liao Tingyan not afraid, but even wanted to laugh.
Forget it, let's give your Majesty a little face, after all, it is also a terrible Majesty.
"Okay... I'm so scared." Her voice trembled a bit, holding back the kind of tremor of laughter.
Sima Jiao: "..." The woman in front of me always feels weird.
Sima Jiao: "You don't seem to be aware of your destiny. You are the monarch Sima Jiao, and you will follow me to the capital of Yancheng." From now on, he will leave his hometown and be imprisoned in the palace cage.
Liao Tingyan nodded reservedly: "Okay, I agree."
Sima Jiao: "... Gu is not asking you, Gu is going to tell you that from now on, you will be a lone woman." His meaningful gaze flicked over her body, waiting to see her panic.
It's impossible to be lost in a hurry. Liao Tingyan hesitated to look at the tender face of her little Majesty, and said in his heart, it's good to be young, even if he said such bullshit, seeing his tender face was not angry anymore.
However, being his woman is not so good, right? It is too early to consider the fact of driving now.
Although this is not modern, Sima Jiao is only sixteen years old now. The cat may not grow up. He has a high probability of not remembering the past. She is still a 16-year-old rebellious teenager in her mind. She really can’t get off. hand.
No, my conscience does not allow me to sleep with underage boys, and wait at least two more years.
"Your Majesty, shall we talk about it in two years? Or in a year?" Liao Tingyan gently changed the subject of the next sentence from ‘you’ to ‘me’.
"I'm still young, a little scared."
Sima Jiao: "..." What is this person talking about?
He sank a little white face, "Do you think you can choose? As long as you want to, you will be mine immediately."
Liao Tingyan: Don't, don't force me to commit a crime. My will is very weak, and my sense of morality is becoming less and less. If I don't pay attention, I really do it.
Maybe it’s because she is now much stronger than Sima Jiao. Hearing how the sixteen-year-old boy feels like to laugh, Liao Tingyan feels that he is now an adult and can still press Sima Jiao with just one finger. A big demon who can't move in bed, so he is very tolerant.
Oh, what you say, I won't be angry with you ass.
As a result, when she was "robbed" on the spacious carriage and escorted back to the capital city of Yancheng, Sima Jiao saw that she was naturally lying next to her and ready to rest, and said to her abruptly, "Are you stupid? Nothing happens. If you enter the lone harem like this, you can be eaten raw by the women in the lone harem."
Mature adult·Never angry·Liao Tingyan: Those women in the harem? What woman? Sima Jiao, you are dying, your decades of life will now end early!
Seeing Liao Tingyan's face finally changed, Sima Jiao felt very comfortable. He thought, afraid, he said with a little triumph: "If you can be lonely, you will be lonely and safe."
He was thinking about his current harem situation, thinking about the appearance of the most popular ones recently, he couldn't remember clearly when he came out.
As an emperor, of course he has a harem. The beauties in it are selected according to the rules and some are sent. The princes everywhere love to send beauties to each other. This is the atmosphere of the country. The monarch of Sima Jiao especially loves to give to other beauties. Concubine Ji.
He sees which minister is not pleasing to the eye, and he will send which minister is a beautiful woman. The ones he sent out were all the best in his harem battles, and it was not fuel-efficient to just pull out a lamp.
He raises the beauties sent by all parties, just like raising a group of crickets and letting them fight. Whoever has the skills and scheming to win is what he can use in his eyes.
This bad-hearted Majesty, every time he sends out a beautiful woman, he has a good name, the king and his ministers, but the king Huwen sent his general harem Mi Ji because of the good brotherhood, regardless of you and me, he, he He went with the idea of ​​disagreeing with courtiers. Sending a beauty could turn a courtier's house upside down. He didn't know how many ministers' harmonious families had been broken up.
What makes those ministers most afraid of now is that your majesty will hold a banquet on a whim during the holidays. He always sends out a few beauties at the banquet, so no matter where the beauty is, it is simply a mourning.
Liao Tingyan didn't know these inner details. She grinded her teeth and looked at Sima Jiao, who seemed to be sitting there, and suddenly raised her hand and waved. Sima Jiao blinked, then slowly closed his eyes suddenly, his eyelids were covered, but his eyes were still turning, as if he wanted to struggle to wake up.
Liao Tingyan wrapped his arm around his neck and softly soothed: "You are sleepy, go to sleep." Sima Jiao didn't try to struggle anymore, and slowly fell asleep.
Liao Tingyan put the person to sleep, only then pinched his wrist and pressed, and immediately curled his mouth.
Bah, this boy chicken.
However, his body is really bad.
Liao Tingyan carefully examined him and found that his spirit was still damaged in the past, and it didn't integrate well with the body now. He probably felt headaches from time to time. There is black green right now, and I can see it quietly when I close my eyes, and my sleep is probably not good.
Is he an ancestral sleep well? No matter how they changed their bodies, they still couldn't sleep well.
There is also a body that is too weak, affected by the soul, and disease in the fetus. He himself may not care too much. At a young age, if an ordinary person does not have a cure for it, he may live at most 30 years old.
She was a little angry with him just now, but now seeing his broken body, she started to feel distressed again. Fortunately, she is a cultivator.
"Why can you make yourself so uncomfortable wherever you go?" Liao Tingyan said in a low voice, pecking his majesty's cheek.
She touched out a jade pot. This is a ginseng dew from Senior Brother Gu Yuwu. There is not a lot of spiritual energy. People who cultivate immortality will probably drink it, but it is a top nourishing product for ordinary people. She has many better ones here. , But this is the most suitable now.
She took a sip, lowered her head and kissed Sima Jiao's lips, and gave him a sip. He can't even drink more of this now, and he can drink a little every day from now on.
Sima Jiao raised his eyebrows and flicked his fingers, looking unsteady. Liao Tingyan embraced his neck, brushed one hand across his forehead, calming him down, and then leaned on his chest.
His feeling is very keen, even if it is an ordinary human body, the soul is still the Sima Jiao.
His chest is a bit thin now, and he is really a teenager. His chest is not as cold as before. He has the unique warmth of a teenager. Only his hands are slightly cold. His heart is beating slowly, which means he has fallen asleep.
Liao Tingyan stared at his chin for a while, then rubbed his chest, and fell asleep together.