Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

Everyone in the palace knew that this little puppet emperor still had some status in the palace.

Just because the emperor accidentally slipped and fell into the river, a total of twelve lives were buried with him, and their heads fell off with a knife in his hand. From then on, no one dared to neglect.

The days were getting hotter day by day, Yan Ran hid in the bedroom and didn't even want to go out, there were ice cubes in the room, which brought a bit of coolness.

Yan Ran is allergic to ultraviolet rays, and her skin will turn red after being exposed to the sun for a long time.

But after staying in a cage for a long time, I still yearn for the outside air more or less.

Yan Ran came out for a stroll when the morning glow was over.

Yan Ran was annoyed by a group of people following behind him, and asked them to leave.

The people behind looked at each other in blank dismay, but in the end they still didn't dare to disobey the emperor's orders, and stood still.

Pavilions, terraces and pavilions, pools, halls and waterside pavilions are reflected in the green pines and cypresses; rockery and strange rocks, flower beds, bonsai, vines and green bamboos are dotted among them.

The air is filled with the fresh smell of plants.

Before Yan Ran became emperor, he had never seen such a beautiful scene.

She grew up in the cold palace since she was a child, accompanied by a nun.

Mammy is very kind, she is very kind to Yan Ran, like she can conjure up a lot of delicious things.

It's a pity that Mammy didn't stay with her for long before she died.

The cause of death was because of colliding with the prince.

In order to protect her, she was beaten to death with sticks.

Yan Ran lowered her eyelashes, thinking seriously.

If Mammy is still here, she should be able to enjoy the blessings.

Yan Ran hadn't been shopping for a long time, when an eunuch hurried over and saluted in a flustered expression, "Your Majesty, the grand tutor invited by the regent is waiting in the imperial study."

Yan Ran was taken aback for a moment, then realized.

That's right, she looks like an emperor, but in fact she doesn't know many big characters, so it's probably a joke to say it.

Yan Ran nodded.

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Royal study.

Yan Ran pushed open the door, and with a glance, he saw the tall figure with his back facing her admiring the painting.

Snow-white robes, a white jade hair crown, and a straight back, as if isolated from the world of mortals as if detached.

As if aware of the sight, the man slowly turned around, his eyebrows were beautiful and perfect, and a bright yellow figure bumped into his indifferent and compassionate eyes.

He just stood there, as if there was an invisible distance separating people.

The young emperor seemed to be stupid, and stood motionless for a long time, those eyes that were too strangely shaped kept staring at him.

The man seemed puzzled, and called softly, "Your Majesty."

A soft voice suddenly woke Yan Ran up. Her eyes were red and she glared at the man angrily. Like a hedgehog with fried hair, she erected sharp thorns to protect herself.

"Who are you! Get out!"

The young emperor was so emotional that her whole body was shaking with anger, like a thin leaf.

The eunuchs who followed were startled, because the emperor had always been well-behaved and not aggressive, like a kitten without claws, posing no threat.

But now, the emperor uttered wild words to this young and talented prime minister, threatening to get him out.

The prime minister lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, as if he had compassion in his heart.

Not angry, not annoyed.

But the eunuch's legs were weak, he bent over and ran to the emperor's side, coaxing with a stiff face: "Your Majesty, this is the eunuch specially invited by the regent for you."

The pronunciation of these two words is specially emphasized.

Yan Ran's face was as pale as snow, and his pupils were shrinking unnaturally.

She couldn't forget this face, really couldn't.

The face that kept echoing in her mind in the dream.

Even though there was no violence or coldness on the man's face at the moment, that identical face made Yan Ran feel like falling into an ice cellar instantly.

Night, fire, cold armor.

She was imprisoned with her hands.

The man held up the sword in his hand, and it shone coldly under the moonlight. When the sword fell, the head fell to the ground.

So neat, so heartless.

Regardless of her shouting, regardless of her collapse.

In the dead of night, this scene is always replayed, and sometimes, she even doubts whether she has really experienced it herself, so she has this real feeling.

Countless cold and sharp nightmares every night, like ruthless ice skates, cutting her into pieces with one knife.

Now this man is so nice, appearing in front of her all the time.

White clothes and black hair, with cold eyes and eyebrows, as far away as the bright moon in the sky.

It seems that it has nothing to do with blood.

Then no!
It's all just a disguise!
He is a liar!

He is crazy!

Yan Ran's breathing became more and more unsteady, and she was almost suffocated by lack of oxygen. The ends of her eyes were dyed a bewitching red, and the red mole on the tip of her nose seemed to become more vivid with the mood of her master.

Her pale lips trembled but she couldn't utter a single word.

Her face was pale, and her eyes were like the shadows of trees shaken by the wind.

Later, even when she was sitting on the couch, she was still a little overwhelmed.

The man's voice was pleasant to hear, as clear and cold as jade crushed.

He first gave Yan Ran a relatively simple book and asked Yan Ran to read a paragraph.

But how could it be possible for Yan Ran to read well in such a situation?

Leaving aside whether he knows a few words or not, as long as he faces the face of a man, Yan Ran can't be calm.

The voice is very trembling, very trembling.

It's almost to the point where I can't even say a word.

"Heaven, there are days, accidents, wind and clouds, people... people have their day and night..."

"All right."

The man interrupted Yan Ran's broken classical Chinese.

Yan Ran looked over with red eyes.

The man was dressed in snow-white robes, standing quietly beside her, facing such a poor student,
His expression remained unchanged, his slender fingers pressed a corner of the book, and he lowered his head, "Why haven't I heard that His Majesty has a stuttering problem before?"

Yan Ran almost dropped his head to his chest.

The man didn't mean to blame anything, but was genuine and indifferent and kind.

The feeling it brought to people was not real, like a gust of wind, bringing coolness, otherwise it disappeared.

The reason for not being angry is simply because Yan Ran is not worthy.

Maybe he treats those plants as he is now, gentle and compassionate.

Xiao Ci finally couldn't help but look at the young emperor squarely.

He said lightly, "Your Majesty, open your mouth."

Yan Ran ignored him, did not speak, and used practical actions to tell the man how much she hated him.

But in fact, this is the first time the two of them have met.

Xiao Ci didn't know when he offended the little emperor.

The emperor refused to listen, Xiao Ci pursed his lips.

Bending over, her slender white fingers pinched the small and delicate chin.

Under the other party's red and disgusted eyes, he pressed his fingers hard, causing the other party to feel pain and slightly open his mouth.

Lips as light as water, scarlet and wet tongue.

Two fingers pressed down on the smooth and warm soft thing.

The next chapter will be posted later