My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

People in front of the screen are drinking and having fun, but behind the screen is another scene.

After the originally frightened Zhongchen walked in, he knelt down on the ground with a relaxed expression, his handsome face showed no signs of panic.

And the majestic queen, Yingying kneeled down beside him, with a slight complaint in her grace and dignity.

She looked at the lieutenant's feet and asked, "Why didn't you come to me for three months? Did you resent me in my heart, but your officials?"

"Absolutely not..." The minister shook his head and denied it, hesitated for a moment, and replied: "After all, the emperor now respects your status. I am afraid that it will cause you trouble."

"Trouble?" There was a ripple in the empress's calm tone, and said sarcastically: "When I was a queen, I didn't see you for fear of causing me trouble?"

"That's different..."

"what's the difference?"

Before, you had a husband... Zhongchen Si Si muttered something in his heart. Of course, he couldn't say it even if he killed him.

"Why don't you answer my question?"

"The emperor... this..."

"In the past, I was called the prince and daughter of the treasure of others, but now that I have a new love, is it called the emperor of others?"

Zhongchen smiled bitterly and said: "Where do I have any new love?"

"Isn't that Mrs. Jingguo?"

"That has been snatched away by Su Wo Lulu."

The queen's gaze flickered a few times, and she gave an unsatisfactory cry.

After a while, she asked again: "Where is Sume Fu Ji?"

"This...it's a bit complicated." Apart from a wry smile, Zhongchen Yizuo really didn't know how to respond to her.

The small space enclosed by the screen is silent, the bright pine oil lamp reflects the gloomy moonlight, and the half-covered screen is a psychedelic crimson, and the people on the couch are full of appointments.

"Da Lang, tell me." The empress looked at him, her expression gradually becoming solemn: "Then Su I Fukuji, are you serious or just for fun?"

Zhongchen thought for a while and replied: "Father's order is nothing."

"That's good." The empress smiled. She narrowed her eyes, stretched out her soft body lazily, and asked with a smile: "Next, are you ready to be punished?"

She has a very good figure, she is a peerless beauty who can turn all beings upside down, and she has a sense of nobility of the emperor. Now she shows a completely different little woman in front of her lover, which is extremely attractive.

Zhongchen stretched out his hand with sickle feet, sliding his fingertips along her white neck into the red collar, while the other hand was placed on the hip that was propping up the red skirt.

The empress bent down her noble waist and lay on his knees obediently, her majestic face gradually becoming a little charming.

The voices of the people outside the screen were clear and audible, and those were her courtiers. And now, under the eyes of the courtier, he is being played with wantonly.

Her unparalleled elegance in front of outsiders turned into the pleasure of being humiliated at this moment, impacting her body and her dignity over and over again.

Only after a while, the Zhongchen retracted his hand after sickening his feet, and lay down on the ground speechlessly.

The queen raised her head and asked in a daze: "Da Lang, what's the matter with you?"

"I may be drunk and dizzy."

"Then let me serve you."

She straightened her waist, and the big red maid's dress slipped from her slippery shoulders without any hindrance, like flying red leaves. The matte skin is as dazzling as snow under the warm oil lamp, and the light color is full of charming amorous feelings.

"Da Lang..." The empress lay softly on him, kissed the center of his eyebrows, and bit the tip of his nose.

"You must gain the trust of Su Wo Lulu. When that happens, the inside and the outside should be combined..."

"This world... can only belong to me and you..."

Hearing these words, Nakami looked at the dim roof indifferently, and felt a sense of crumbling in his chest inexplicably.

Even in the chaos of the times, he still wants to indulge and indulge in Xunhuawenliu drinking and having fun.

But there is also a boundless sense of loneliness. I can imagine that when the night is quiet, I seem to be awake and have a light drink against the bright moon. That kind of loneliness is the sorrow that knows what the reality will be, but knows that he is powerless under the tide of the times.

Instead of struggling in vain, it is better to go with the flow and be crushed by the wheels of the times. It is like a glitz and a dream. In the end, there is nothing left. Only the unreality of the present and the madness of the historical torrent are retained.

I don’t seem to belong here... but where should I be?

He thought about this question again, but whenever he thought about it, his head hurts so much that he rolls all over the floor, and he can't pursue it at all.

He searched for the answer again and again, and was knocked down again and again. This road has no end, never end, it is always extremely far away.

"Kang Dang"

The sound of falling wine glasses sounded outside the screen.

Nakacho waking up from his madness, he looked at the noble queen who was lying on his body, and once again had a serious sense of distortion.

All sorts of erosive memories in the past floated in front of him, and this woman with the most respected status in the world had loved him countless times under his body.

No, it's not like that.

It's not like my own memory, it's more like being forced into my mind by an inexplicable force, so that there is a sense of division all the time.

It's as if I'm just under the stage, watching others perform.

"Emperor, someone is listening, I'm going back..."

Zhongchen struggling to sit up with sick feet, tidy up his clothes, and walked out desperately.

The empress watched him leave in a daze, her eyes seemed to be foggy. She put on the clothes scattered on the floor and said coldly: "Who broke the glass just now?"

"The emperor..." A guard knelt down in front of the entrance of the screen and said in fear: "Please forgive me, the emperor."

Her cold eyes suddenly added a bit of killing intent, and she said indifferently: "Put her mouth, tomorrow if I see you have a tooth, I will kill your whole family!"

Immediately, there was a "pop" slap in the screen. From the loudness at the beginning to the sluggishness, only the guards were left to gasp like a dying animal.

When Zhongchen Kazuku came out of the banquet, the rain that had been falling was a little bit heavier. At this moment, he suddenly thought: What would happen if I went to Suwa Fuji now? "

Maybe, she was indifferent to herself during this time, maybe it was just a test.

She should want to let herself know that she is not the kind of woman who will automatically post her name as soon as she hears her name.

Moreover, facing the queen's request to be happy tonight, she held it on herself, which may also be God's own test.

Zhongchen Jianzuo thought, if you visit on such a cold rainy night, even a woman who is cold-hearted, can't be indifferent.

This idea became firmer and firmer. He raised his foot and walked across the muddy road of the imperial palace to the area where the female family lived.

When he came to the door, he knocked on the sliding door with unprecedented determination.

The female officer who came out to open the door looked through the darkness and saw a drunken minister standing under the eaves of the leaky house with sickle feet. She was surprised and said, "Master Zhongchen, it's so late.

"I want to see Lord Fukuhime."

"It's not good, it's too late, and it's easy to misunderstand."

"Please, just take a look, please let me see her and listen to her voice..."

"But the female spouse next door hasn't slept yet, and the soundproofing of the house in the imperial palace is too poor..."

Zhongchen pleaded: "I can wait until any time. If I can't see her tonight, I'm afraid I won't have the courage anymore."

The female officer stood at the door hesitantly, not knowing whether to report.

"Thank you." Zhongchen grabbed her hand with sick feet, his expression was half firm and half mad.

"I can only help you ask Master Fukuhi's opinion."

"Thank you very much."

"Don't be too happy too early, maybe Fukuhi-sama disagrees."

"I'm mentally prepared."

The female officer sighed and said helplessly: "I'm just reporting, and I won't be responsible for the future."

After speaking, she returned to the room, and there was no more movement.

Gradually, it was getting late at night, and there was only the sound of pattering rain between the heavens and the earth, and the cold wind wrapped the drizzle on the body, making it trembling.

Zhongchen walked back and forth under the small eaves with sickle feet, rubbing his palms to keep warm from time to time.

After a long, long time, when the lights of the entire imperial palace had been extinguished, the door opened with a "click".

The female officer poked her head out of the dark room: "Come in, Master Zhongchen."

Zhongchen was so excited that his whole body was bubbling, he tiptoed, and cautiously entered the door.

There is no light in the room, and the vision is pitch black.

He fumbled forward in the dark, bypassing the screen, and in order to avoid stepping on the beautiful woman, he lay on the ground and crawled over in the dark little by little.

Gradually, the tip of his nose asked for a fresh fragrance, and his hand also touched the bedding on the floor.

"I finally saw you..." Zhongchen lay down beside her with a sickle foot, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. The heart that had been confused for months, unexpectedly found a moment of peace.

This feeling made him want to cry bitterly. In the past few months, after waking up from a sleep, he found himself inexplicably taken to Wan Chi High School. After experiencing a long period of fear, his feet finally returned to the reassuring ground.

He awkwardly reached out and touched her hair, the silky hair was as cool as snow. After that, he couldn't bear it anymore, and next to her shoulders, he reached out and touched her cheeks with both hands.

"Fukuji..." Nakamura yelled softly, touching her eyebrows, nose, and lips with both hands, begging: "Will you take a look at me?"

Su Wo Fu Ji turned obediently, and the two of them were facing each other, sharing their breath.

He tried hard to see her face clearly, but there was no light source in the room. No matter how close he was, his sight was only pitch black. He could only vaguely see her long silver-white hair faintly white in the night.

After staring for a while, the Zhongchen Shizuku suddenly heard her ask: "Why are you coming here?"

The sound was crisp, with a little chill, like the sound of running water after the snow melted when spring just came.

"Except for you, I don't know where else I can go."

"But you have the smell of other women."

"In the past few months, I haven't thought of any woman except you." Zhongchen Jianzuo replied with a sincere tone that was enough to swear, and touched her face back and forth with his hands, trying to remember this outline in his heart with the sense of touch.

Su Wu Fu Ji did not speak, her soft body motionless, let him play with it.

The silent silence made Zhongchen Shizuo panic. He stopped his hand and asked bitterly, "Do you not believe me?"

In the darkness, a pair of eyes stared at him.

It was like a clear lake, and it was also like a faint starry sky.

After a while, she said lightly: "Believe you once."

Nakamura was so excited that he was about to cry. If at first he just followed his father's order and approached her with a playful mentality, then he now feels that he has completely fallen into it. Even if this is a trap that has been prepared, he is still introduced into the trap step by step, and he can't control himself.

In any case, he wants to be her minister.

"Fukuji..." Nakami stretched out his hand nervously and cautiously, lifting a corner of the quilt.

"May I come in?"

"come in."

"Fuji...I like you so much." Zhongchen rolled his feet into the quilt, stroked her smooth satin-like skin, and ran his fingers across her smooth back and round shoulders.

Su Wo Fu Ji stretched out a finger to pick his chin, and an unexplained smile appeared on her cold face: "How much do you like it?"

"For you, the kind that I don't need anything."

"is it?"

"It's true."

Zhongchen grabbed her cold hand with sickle feet and placed it on his chest, "Even if I want me to die for you, I am willing."

The smile at the corner of Su Wo Fu Ji's mouth gradually narrowed, her face was like a clear autumn sky, so her emotions were as pale as smoke.

"Fuji..." Zhongchen's feet tightly hugged her slender waist, and his face was buried on her neck, as if to confide in, saying something from the bottom of his heart.

"In the past few months, I feel that I am no longer me."

"Why do you say that?" Su Wu Fu Ji's chin rested on his head, feeling the moist heat he sprayed on his chest, and his body slowly heated up.

"I used to be like a piece of bamboo. But when I woke up one day, I didn’t know who poured a lot of rice into my body. When I recovered, I was no longer a bamboo. It has become bamboo rice. But the rice is not mine. I am just a piece of bamboo. Why did I become bamboo rice in some way?"

The smile in Su Wo Fu Ji's eyes flashed, and said lightly: "Your metaphor is really interesting."

"Do you only hear that it is interesting?" Zhongchen Jianzuo felt a little sad. He originally thought that Fukuji would know the anxiety in his heart.

"Otherwise, Lord Zhongchen?" Su Wo Fu Ji pressed his head with one hand, preventing him from moving on his chest, "In my impression, you are not a good person..."

Speaking of this, she frowned slightly. The Zhongchen did not move her feet, but she had already begun to rub her collarbone with her teeth.

This intimate action made her arch her body subconsciously, UU reading www.uukanshu. It took Com for a long time. After getting used to this tingling feeling, she eased her eyebrows, and then said: "How many women in the capital treat you as a guest, and I hate you as much."

"That was before..." Zhongchen raised his head with sick feet, glanced at her with a guilty look, and then quickly assured: "It will definitely not happen in the future."

"Count you acquaintance." Su Wo Fu Ji faintly replied, and did not continue to ridicule him, but closed her eyes and listened to the quiet rain.

Zhongchen's hands with sick feet greedily felt the delicate skin of her waist. In the bed covering her rich fragrance, his heartbeat turned out to be faster and his breathing became abnormally rapid.

"Fuji..." He raised his upper body with his hands, stared at his face in the dark, and asked hoarsely: "I want to kiss you."

Su Wo Fu Ji didn't open her eyes, and said casually: "Yes."

Zhongchen lowered her head with sick feet and slowly bit her lip.

Like snow, it is extremely cool.