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Chapter 545 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 2

An Lingrong felt the tenderness from the emperor and her heart calmed down a little. She nodded gently like an obedient child.

Yinzhen looked at her well-behaved appearance and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yinzhen's eyes fell on An Lingrong's jade-like skin. Under the moonlight, the red marks on her skin looked like blooming peach blossoms, so beautiful that it was tempting to drip with water. This aroused his desire to conquer her even more.

He no longer hesitated. He waved his hand and pulled down the bed curtain, covering the spring scene in the room.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong's soft voice trembled slightly. She didn't know what was waiting for her, and her heart was filled with anxiety and fear.

Yinzhen gently placed her on the bed. Seeing her panic-stricken appearance, his desire to conquer her became stronger. He leaned over and breathed hotly into her ears: "I told you not to be afraid."

An Lingrong trembled slightly, not daring to look directly into his deep eyes. She could feel the kingly aura emanating from him, something she had never felt before, strange and dangerous.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong's voice was as thin as a mosquito, with a hint of pleading.

Yinzhen did not give her a chance to speak. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, domineering and passionate. An Lingrong was forced to endure his passion. She felt suffocated, but could not resist.

His kiss carried a hint of punishment, but also a bit of pity. An Lingrong's tears welled up again. She didn't know what she had done wrong, so she could only let him take what he wanted.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong wanted to push him away, but he held her tightly in his arms.

This call seemed to open a gate in Yinzhen's heart. He demanded more unscrupulously, wishing he could rub her into his own bones and blood.

An Lingrong felt like a small boat, drifting helplessly in the storm. She didn't know where she was, nor what was waiting for her.

She could only hold on to him tightly, as if she were grabbing a life-saving straw, and let him take her down with him.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, illuminating the silent night. Inside the house, the red candle flickered, reflecting the two intertwined figures.

After an unknown amount of time, the wind and rain stopped. An Lingrong was already exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

Yinzhen looked at the sleeping person in his arms, and the strange feeling in his heart became stronger. He gently stroked her soft hair, his eyes full of tenderness.

This was a feeling he had never experienced before. In his eyes, the concubines in the harem were nothing more than playthings. He had never thought that one day he would be so gentle to a woman.

Maybe, this is love.

Yinzhen thought silently in his heart. He lowered his head and kissed An Lingrong lightly on the forehead, as if he had made a promise.

"Rong'er, I will treat you well..."

He didn't believe in love at first sight before. He believed more that he and Rong'er were husband and wife in their previous lives. In this life, although they met a little late, it was not too late...

The next morning, when An Lingrong woke up, she felt sore all over, as if she had been crushed.

She opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar environment, feeling confused.

"woke up?"

Suddenly, a low and attractive voice sounded in her ears. An Lingrong was startled and turned her head sharply to look.

She saw Yinzhen wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, sitting beside the bed, looking at her tenderly.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong wanted to stand up and salute in panic, but was held back by Yinzhen.

"No need to be so polite." Yinzhen helped her up and let her lean on his arms.

"Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

An Lingrong shook her head. She didn't know what to say or what to do.

"You were beautiful last night." Yinzhen suddenly spoke in a low and ambiguous voice.

An Lingrong's face instantly turned red to her ears. She didn't dare to look at him. She could only lower her head and silently endure his gaze.

"I am very satisfied."

An Lingrong's heartbeat quickened. She could feel his eyes wandering over her body, with a hint of aggression that left her nowhere to hide.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong's voice was as thin as a mosquito and trembled a little.

"What? Are you shy?" Yinzhen looked at her playfully, his eyes full of smiles.

An Lingrong felt even more ashamed and wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

"Your Majesty, it's time to go to court..." An Lingrong reminded in a low voice with a red face.

"Silly girl, I've already left the court." Yinzhen chuckled and scratched the tip of An Lingrong's nose, his doting feelings evident in his words.

An Lingrong then realized that she had been too concerned and had made a fool of herself. She blushed and buried her head in Yinzhen's chest, not daring to look at him.

"The Emperor will make fun of me."

"How could I bear to make fun of you? I just like to see you blushing. You look so beautiful and charming, even more charming than the peach blossoms on the branches." Yinzhen said, and his slender fingers gently lifted An Lingrong's chin, forcing her to look at him.

When their eyes met, An Lingrong seemed to be drowning in those deep eyes, her heartbeat was like a drum, and the temperature of her cheeks was getting higher and higher. She wanted to escape from this situation that made her feel at a loss, but she was firmly held in his arms, unable to move.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong called softly, her voice as tiny as a mosquito or fly, but with a barely perceptible hint of coquettishness.

"Hmm?" Yinzhen responded in a low voice with a hint of hoarseness, as if he was suppressing something.

An Lingrong didn't dare to say anything. She felt his hot breath on her face, making her even more flustered.

"My beloved, do you know what happened last night..." Yinzhen deliberately prolonged the last syllable, his tone ambiguous and with a hint of teasing.

An Lingrong's heart skipped a beat. She knew what he wanted to ask, but she was too embarrassed to talk about what happened last night.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong's voice trembled even more. She didn't dare to look at him and could only bury her head lower, trying to avoid his burning gaze.

"Hmm?" Yinzhen's tone was more playful. He liked seeing her shy look, like a frightened deer, so lovable.

"It was my fault last night..." An Lingrong's voice was as thin as a mosquito, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Oh? What's wrong with it?" Yinzhen asked with interest. He wanted to hear how she would evaluate him.

"I shouldn't have scratched the emperor..." An Lingrong's voice was as thin as a mosquito, as if it could be blown away by the wind. When she said this, her eyes actually turned red.

I don't know whether he was shy or afraid. After all, damaging the dragon's body was a capital crime.

"Oh? What are you talking about, Rong'er?" Yinzhen pretended to be surprised, looking at the pitiful beauty in front of him, he felt even more pity for her.

"Rong'er, you can treat my body however you want. Even if you want to take my life now, I will be happy with it." As he said this, he took An Lingrong's hand and kissed it gently.