"Well, what's the smell? It's so sour~"

Fenghua's eyes turned slightly, deliberately making a puzzled look as if she was smelling in the air.

While leaning over Feng Chaoge, he smelled it.

While curling his lips, he asked in a joking tone.

“…So you’re jealous?”

“…”

Feng Chaoge bit her lower lip and said nothing.

At this moment, he wanted to refute:

Jealous?

hehe.

Will I do such a childish and boring behavior? Do I want to be face-saving?

But--

Under Fenghua's smile, Feng Chaoge was so guilty that he couldn't even say a word.

That's right.

His Majesty the Emperor is jealous.

Even though he knew that Hua Xiangchou was the sister of "Hua Yunluo", he was still a kind of person with a strong blood relationship.

However, when Fenghua sent Xu Xi to pass the order, saying that he would stay in Ningxiang Palace of Huaxiang tonight.

An indescribable sour feeling was still so unfamiliar and unstoppable... that came to my heart.

When Feng Chaoge was alone in the empty boudoir, he realized it later—

He will feel particularly long tonight, unable to sit and be restless, irritable, and even unable to help but think about it...

All because of caring.

It turns out that this is jealous.

This understanding made Feng Chaoge both happy and annoyed.

He was a little reluctant to admit it, and did not answer or refute Fenghua's words, but just turned his eyes unnaturally-

Avoid the eyes of the person in front of you who are as bright as the fire and as gentle as the peach blossoms in spring.

Unexpectedly, my eyes turned and I accidentally swept across the bright yellow collar.

Above, a rose-colored lip mark suddenly appeared in Feng Chaoge's eyes, with a shocking meaning.

...How close should you be to leave a lip mark in this place?

The little wife's heart immediately felt so sore that bubbles burst into tears, her face was expressionless, and her tone became cold:

"Who is jealous? I am going to bed, go to Huaxiangchi by yourself!"

“…Well, I’m not jealous.”

Her Majesty the Queen said that at this time, we must show the domineering presidential strength of a pampering young wife.

Feng Hua said seriously, following Feng Chaoge's words:

"It's just that the jealous jar has been knocked over."

Feng Chaoge: "..."

I was speechless.

"Didn't you say you want to sleep? Come on, let's go together."

Fenghua raised his hand, spread his bright yellow sleeves over, and inviting with a casual and smiling tone.

Feng Chaoge let out, and his eyes swept across the bright lips on her clothes with disgust, and spit out a word: "Get out."

"... I am so heartless, I am so sad."

Although Fenghua said that, there was no sad look on her face. Instead, she smiled with a smile on the corner of her lips, and raised her hand to untie her robe.

"What are you doing with your clothes?" Feng Chaoge saw Feng Hua's actions, and couldn't help looking at her vigilantly and asked.

Fenghua raised his hand and shook his bright yellow robe outside fell to the ground-

"Don't you mind the smell and marks left by the fragrant silk on it? Now... are you satisfied?"

Under the reflection of the half-light and half-dark palace lanterns, there was only a "man" in white clothes left on his body, and he raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

In that deep gaze, countless thick ink colors condensed.

Gentle, doting, and terrifying.

Feng Chaoge's heart thumped, trying hard to prevent the corners of his lips from rising, deliberately sternly raised his face and said:

"Who said I mind Huaxiang Silk... I said it, I'm not jealous!"

Oh.

Man, your name is right or wrong.

Fenghua's eyes turned lightly, pretending not to see the corners of his lips raised quietly by His Majesty His Majesty.
Chapter completed!