After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 9 The other side of the tyrant can only cry
The bright moon was bright and clear, and a piece of moonlight was sprinkled to illuminate the plaque of the palace in front of me.

Fuyang Palace.

Qingzhi was still sent to serve Su Jiuer, at this time Su Jiuer was exhausted and just lay down, Qingzhi closed the door and exited the bedroom, and was startled when she turned around.

Without raising her head, she quickly knelt down on the ground and pleaded guilty, "I have seen Your Majesty! I don't know how rude His Majesty is, please forgive me!"

Yan Yunxiao was standing in the palace courtyard, dressed in a black robe that was sacred and inviolable, he didn't make a sound, just flicked his sleeves slightly, and Qing Zhi retreated respectfully.

Perhaps it was late at night, and he had already taken off his crown. Half of his waterfall-like black hair was casually tied up, and the strands of hair hung down behind him. Looking at his perfect, almost gorgeous face under the moonlight, there was a thrilling feeling. beautiful.

He inherited her mother's appearance very well. If her mother hadn't had such a celestial appearance, how could he have been equal to the empress back then?

However, the bottom of his eyes revealed vigilance and danger everywhere.

He opened the door and went in. The room was hazy, only a ray of light was projected from the window onto the carpet, and the woman on the bed seemed to be asleep, breathing very evenly.

Yan Yunxiao came to the couch, lifted the thin quilt, and stretched out her slender and slightly rough palm.
"Don't help. Life."

Su Jiu'er was almost struggling to wake up. In her dream, she dreamed that someone was strangling her fate, but when she opened her eyes, she realized that it was not a dream.

Yan Yunxiao was pinching her neck, choking her awake!

Seeing that she was awake, Yan Yunxiao let go, standing on the couch and forcing her to pant in a corner.

In Su Jiu'er's eyes, he is like the master of Asura Hell at this moment, staring at him with cold eyes, and said slowly, "Concubine Su won't tell the widow, what do you know?"

For example, to test him many times during the day, the scene of fire?injury?
Su Jiuer looked at him, and couldn't help thinking in her heart. With Yan Yunxiao's attitude towards her now, she must be very vigilant. Even if she really told her things about her in the fire scene, this suspicious man would not Don't necessarily believe him.

just to be on the safe side
She coughed twice, pretending to complain, "Your Majesty wants to know, just ask me directly, why you are so violent."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch his neck, Yan Yunxiao narrowed his eyes to see what kind of trick she was trying to play, and then watched her untie the necklace around his neck, on which was a small jasper bead.

"Look, Your Majesty, all the answers you want are here."

Yan Yunxiao frowned and took a look, then
"Do you think this bead is very beautiful? Have you ever seen something similar? Where has it been seen? What relationship do you have with that person?"

Su Jiu'er's whispers were blown into Yan Yunxiao's ears like a lullaby. He looked at the bead, and slowly lowered his eyes. After a while, the thick black eyelashes lifted again, but in the eye sockets were A pair of deep blank eyes
Su Jiu'er's heart stopped!The hypnosis of personality transformation succeeded, the boy in the fire scene and the young tyrant were indeed the same person!

Although she studied at the University of Chinese Medicine in her previous life, she was very interested in psychology. As the saying goes, interest is the best teacher, so Su Jiuer's training in psychology is not much better than her major in Chinese medicine. The condition is not taken seriously, and most of them are controlled by drugs.

Little do they know that the patient's double-faced personality disorder comes from something deep in his heart that he dare not face or fears.It has a lot to do with the depression that young people often have. This kind of illness may be hypocritical in words, but only they know how to torture helpless and uncontrollable emotions.

Su Jiu'er put away the beads, and tentatively called him, "Little devil?"

The man didn't respond, Su Jiu'er grabbed his sleeve from behind, but he was startled suddenly, stepped back a few steps with his eyes wide open, then ran to the back of the door and curled up and squatted there.

(End of this chapter)