Your Majesty, the Empress is on the battlefield again!

Chapter 779, I can't help but suffocate my breath.

That skirt was thrown into the space by myself at that time, and it was completely regarded as a collectible.

Si Luo really didn't expect to wear it one day.

The slippery silk fabric is cold to the touch and has an inexplicable fragrance.

It is rumored that a certain king in ancient times specially sought out a spirit craftsman to build it for his queen. The materials are all excellent, and it feels really extraordinary in the hand.

This is even better than the touch of silk, which is very close to the skin and has almost no weight.

She could imagine that this dress probably had no real sense on her body, as if she hadn't worn it.

Taking a look at the sky, she saw that the setting sun was about to set, she struggled for a while, and decided to take a bath first.

After all, it was the first time for Si Luo to wear women's clothes, and Si Luo wanted to have a sense of ceremony.

Besides, the fight today was a bit noisy, and now that she has relaxed, she feels extremely tired and sore.

This luxurious palace has a special hot spring bath, but it is for the emperor's exclusive use. Anyway, there are no other servants in the palace, and even if she uses it, no one will notice.

So Si Luo passed by when the sky was slightly dark. When passing by the main hall, she glanced inside, and found that the stern man was sitting upright on the tea seat in a kneeling posture, with one hand curling up. Yan's teapot was raised to his chest and shaken gently, concentrating on making tea.

This handsome man who exudes immortality and looks like a king is about to become her husband.

Tsk tsk, it's like a dream.

Si Luo sighed in his heart, forced himself to look away, and passed without a trace.

If those modern brothers and sisters saw her current expression, they would probably be full of horror, beat their chests and call the end of the world!

Today's time seems to have become extremely slow.

Men feel that the process of making tea can play a role in meditation, so they do so.

In the past, when he made tea, his hands never shook, but when he put the teacup near his lips, he found that the tea was rippled layer by layer, which had never happened before.

It can be seen that my heart is not as peaceful as the surface.

When Si Luo passed by, the man noticed it and knew that she should be heading for the bathing pool.

I can't help but suffocate my breath.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to concentrate, only to feel that the time that passed at the speed of light in the past was extremely long today.

Finally, the last rays of the setting sun fell.

The entire palace was shrouded in darkness.

In the past at this time, Si Luo would light up all the palace lanterns one by one.

But now no one is lighting a lamp.

The emperor's whole body was in the darkness, but he didn't look obtrusive.

At this time, the sound of subtle footsteps outside the hall approached here with a sense of oppression.

The man suddenly opened his eyes.

A touch of deep gold flickered in the pupils.

On this special day today, why are there always people who are not afraid of death coming to provoke you again and again?

Thinking of Si Luo who might still be soaking in the bathtub.

The man's eyes darkened, and he decided to quietly clean up these troublemakers before she arrived.

As soon as this thought came up, a cold killing intent immediately filled the surroundings, and the temperature also dropped a little.

It was just that those footsteps had just reached the courtyard, when there were gasps of breath in unison.

Under the moonlight, on the corridor, a barefoot woman in a white glazed fairy dress, holding a torch in one hand, walked slowly like the rays of light piercing the darkness.

In the darkness, the flames were reflected in the pair of glass-like ink-colored pupils, stained with a icy scarlet.

(End of this chapter)