The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 660 The Last Indulgence
The moonlight spreads on the sea of ​​​​Datura flowers. The breeze blows, and the swaying flowers are like waves, as if fairies in light gauze and bare feet are dancing gracefully.

Unfortunately, a bloated figure stepped into the flowers, and many flower stems were broken where he walked, just like a wild boar that had strayed into a sea of ​​flowers.

"Your Majesty, the Queen is not feeling well today and has gone to bed."

The maid outside the door knelt down and saluted, then spoke.

"Sleep?"

The emperor stared at the dark room with his cloudy eyes, his gaze deep, and he said calmly: "I can't sleep, and I wanted to have a good talk with my beloved concubine. Since she is not feeling well, forget it."

After saying this, he turned around and was about to leave, but after a few steps he stopped and looked quietly at the datura flowers around him.

"Tonight... has anyone else been here?"

There was a hint of chill in the emperor's voice. The fragrance of the flowers seemed particularly rich, making his lower abdomen feel a little hot, but his heart became even colder.

The maid was shocked, but she remained calm and said, "Your Majesty, no one came tonight. The queen ate some lotus seed porridge and went to bed."

The emperor said nothing, but walked straight to the door.

"My dear, have you gone to bed yet?"

he asked aloud.

No one answered from the door. He moved his ears and heard only the sound of even breathing, as if the person was fast asleep.

The emperor stretched out his hand and opened the door.

With a crisp creaking sound, the concubine in the room seemed to be awakened.

"Who is it? Where is Xi'er?"

"Don't be afraid, my beloved concubine. It's me."

The emperor lit a candle and walked towards the phoenix bed with the candlelight. Through the hazy embroidered curtain, he could see a graceful figure wrapped in a mandarin duck quilt.

Her ink-like hair fell like a waterfall on her delicate collarbone. Her beautiful face had a hint of laziness and blush as if she had just woken up. Her arms, as white as lotus roots, tightly grasped a corner of the quilt.

"Your Majesty, I am not feeling well and I am afraid I cannot serve you in bed."

The emperor held a red candle in one hand and reached for the embroidered curtain with the other hand, saying, "It's okay. I will hold you in my arms tonight and sleep with you. I won't do anything else."

The embroidered curtain was suddenly opened, and in the light of candlelight, there was only the figure of the imperial concubine on the soft and spacious embroidered couch. Under her bright eyes, which showed joy and anger at the same time, the teardrop mole was like the finishing touch, extremely vivid.

Just a glance is like fine wine, making people feel slightly tipsy.

"Your Majesty~"

There was a hint of displeasure in Concubine Su's voice, and she complained: "I invited Your Majesty a few days ago, but Your Majesty said he was busy holding the Luotian Grand Ceremony and had no interest in romance. Today, I came to Tiankui, but Your Majesty is interested again?"

"Is Tiankui here?"

The emperor frowned slightly, and stopped his hand that was about to take off his clothes. He took a half step back and said, "In this case, I will come to accompany you after the Luotian Grand Ceremony is over tomorrow."

After that, he said a few more words of comfort, then turned and left.

After the emperor left, Concubine Su lifted the quilt, revealing her graceful body wearing only a bellyband and underpants. Her skin was truly as white as cream, and the room was full of spring beauty.

With a smile on her lips, she slowly put on her coat and skirt. Her figure was elegant and charming, exuding a breathtaking charm. Even the gorgeous sea of ​​​​Datura flowers outside seemed to be eclipsed.

"Come out, Lord Yan Luo."

"It was really thrilling and exciting just now~"

She slowly rolled up her long black hair and casually inserted a flying phoenix white jade hairpin. While she looked dignified and elegant, there were still strands of hair hanging messily on her fair shoulders.

She is just dressed casually, but she is both elegant and charming. She is truly a natural beauty and the most beautiful woman in the world.

But her show-off seemed to be in vain.

The room was empty and Zhang Jiuyang was not there.

Six snow-white tails appeared behind the Moon Goddess, emitting bright light and sweeping every corner of the room. Only then did they realize that the other party had left at some point.

The charming and bright smile on her face suddenly disappeared, and her crystal bare feet stepped lightly on the ground, as if she was a little angry.

But before long, that trace of anger turned into a charming smile. "If you were really not moved by beauty at all, why would you leave in such a hurry?"

"Zhang Jiuyang..."

She murmured the name, with an amazing charm in her eyes that spread like water.

"I want to see how strong your concentration is, Taoist Heavenly Master, the Underworld Yama?"

……

late at night.

Ripples appeared in the void, and Zhang Jiuyang's figure appeared in a room, which was still brightly lit.

"Deng Deng Deng~"

The sound of the rattle rang out, accompanied by a soft and pleasant sound.

"Little Moon, look what this is?"

"Daddy will be back soon, don't cry..."

"Mom, let me sing you a song. Hmm... The three armies march out of the Hu Mountains with lofty ambitions, and their flags flutter across the nine rivers... Okay, okay, you don't like it? Then I'll sing another song..."

Yue Ling, who usually had a clear, crisp and dignified voice, unconsciously softened her voice in front of her children. Her voice was soft and gentle, which was very different from usual.

What made Zhang Jiuyang laugh and cry was that the song she sang to the child was actually the Jizhou military song, and the shaking of the rattle was almost as loud as the war drum.

Sure enough, Xiao Shouren and Xiao Yueliang were both frightened and started crying.

Yue Ling was so anxious that she had no choice but to pinch her nose and sing a childish nursery rhyme that even she was embarrassed about.

"My little face is like an apple, mommy, please kiss me..."

This was a song her mother sang to her when she was a child. After she turned three, she disliked it because it was childish and never sang it again.

As expected, Xiaoyueliang and Xiaoshouren stopped crying. They blinked their eyes, and there was a hint of confusion in their big black eyes.

It's as if to say, is this woman really my mother?

The child stopped crying, but someone laughed.

"Who?"

In an instant, Yue Ling's pretty and heroic face turned red, with shame and anger in her sharp eyes. She picked up the Overlord Spear beside her and immediately launched a surprise attack.

When she saw that it was Zhang Jiuyang, the tip of the gun stopped instantly, but the shame on her face became even more intense, and the "redness" was almost visible to the naked eye. Not only her face, but even her neck turned red.

"This little face really does look like an apple."

Zhang Jiuyang reached out and touched her hot cheek, and couldn't help but teasing her.

"I didn't expect the lady to have such a... lovely side."

boom!
The Overlord Spear stabbed over, but rarely missed its target and hit the pillar next to Zhang Jiuyang. The tip of the spear sank deeply into it, causing debris to fly and cracks to spread.

"If you dare to make fun of me again, it will be the same—"

Before she could finish her words, she was picked up by Zhang Jiuyang. Their eyes met. Feeling Zhang Jiuyang's hot breath, she frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"If tomorrow is the day of your death, then let's indulge ourselves tonight."

Zhang Jiuyang held her in his arms and walked towards the bed with big strides.

"Wait, the baby is still here!"

He stopped and called Princess Yuzhen, who was resting in another room, and handed the two children to her.

"Be obedient and sleep well with your aunt for one night. Don't make any noise."

Princess Yuzhen still had a look of confusion on her face from having just been woken up. Just as she was about to ask something, she saw her brother slamming the door shut.

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(End of this chapter)