"His Majesty……"

Seeing Zhu Feng leaving, Xue Yun choked and a hint of hoarse voice rang out again.

She stepped forward eagerly, raised her hand and almost touched the corner of Zhu Feng's clothes.

Zhu Feng hesitated for a moment and stopped.

He turned around and looked at Xue Yun with a complicated expression, looking at her slightly red eyes, and her eyes with tears in her eyes, at a loss.

He could feel that she was scared.

But it's not afraid of yourself.

But I am afraid of leaving.

He frowned slightly. Although he did not show an impatient expression, his eyes were somewhat unbearable, but his voice was still calm and he said, "What else do you want to say?"

"I"

Xue Yun said with red eyes and said hoarsely: "Emperor, I am to the Emperor, I am actually."

“…”

"I"

She bit her lower lip tightly, almost breaking her lips, and the tip of her tongue also tasted the salty and astringent taste of blood. The smell made her tremble.

She never felt that way.

It seemed that all the internal organs were entangled into a ball, as if it was painful, but the pain created an inexplicable impulse, which made her want to vent all the emotions hidden in her heart.

She wants to tell him!

When she looked at Zhu Feng again, tears, as salty as blood, burst into tears again.

Actually, what else to say?

He clearly knows it.

He should have known it long ago.

He had known his identity before, and at this moment, his words had already reached this point, so how could he not understand his intentions?

But even so, Zhu Feng still didn't say a word and just looked at her faintly.

Indeed, he had known it for a long time.

When they met again, when he rescued Xue Yun from the quagmire, she looked at him; when the fire broke out from the Lianxin Guild Hall, she rushed to the sea of ​​fire to save him; since then, every time they met, Xue Yun's eyes were about to stop.

What else does he not understand?

As the emperor, there is never a shortage of women around him.

Even if he loses his identity as an emperor, as a man alone, he has seen too many women give him such a look.

In the past, how did he do in the face of such a look?

What he thought about was always calm.

After all, women are too common and too many. They are fat and thin, and their national beauty is beautiful. He does not refuse beauty, but he cannot say he likes it too much. After all, for an emperor, if a man is addicted to beauty, it is the beginning of his country's destruction.

The only one who made him "sexual" was Nanyan.

Nanyan…

When he thought of Nan Yan, he suddenly felt a chaotic feeling in his mind. Many pictures flashed in front of him, as if they were Nan Yan's shadow, but when he carefully identified it, it was Xue Yun in front of him.

She looked desperate for herself.

She looked at herself, her eyes glowing.

She looked shy and timid in her face.

Nanyan…

Xue Yun…

What he was in his heart was Nan Yan, but what was in front of him was Xue Yun.

Zhu Feng couldn't help but frowned.

He took a step forward, walked to Xue Yun, looked down at the tears in his eyes, was silent for a long time, slowly stretched out his hand, and stroked her eyes.

"emperor!"

At this moment, Xue Yun's heartbeat almost stopped.
Chapter completed!