Quick Transmigration: Doomsday If You Don’t Fall in Love

The morning light is like a layer of yarn.

Hazyly rushed from a distant planet not far away, and through layers of fog, it hit the row of delicate and dripping vines, flowing on the leaves with distinct veins, and gathered into a swath. A bright white beam of light fell down the vines, and slammed into your eyes with a pop-it seemed to light up everything in a flash.

Madonna sat under the vine, and the light penetrated through the vine leaves into her pale golden hair. She wore a white dress studded with lace and gemstones, carefully braided her hair, sat in the courtyard anxiously, raised her slender neck, and looked forward to the direction but nervously flapping her eyes. .

I don't know how many times, she couldn't help turning her head to look at her maid again: "When will your majesty be back?"

The maid replied respectfully: "His Royal Highness, it's still early, please be patient and wait."

Of course Madonna has patience. The respect she puts on Li Hong, don't say let her wait for a few hours, even if Li Hong asks her to wait for three days and three nights, she will be the moment I see each other Forget everything, only rejoicing.

The only thing she was uneasy about was whether the song she chose would make Li Hong feel boring, and whether her dress today was not to the king's favor.

As the first princess of Ruijia, the jewel in the palm of King Ruijia and the prince of Ruijia, Madonna has never tasted such a feeling of suffering. She stretched out her hand and gently pressed her chest, and she could clearly feel her heart beating like thunder, faster than after a high-speed whirl dance.

Such emotions were both strange and intoxicated. She was a little bit distressed and sweetly thinking: When she heard that the father said that King Istan had recovered from a serious illness, she took her to listen to some soothing music, can she please her face? ?

Thinking of the blond king, slightly lowering her eyes and gazing at her with a smile, Madonna couldn't help lowering her head, her cheeks flying, her white and soft fingers clenched unconsciously. Knee-top dress. The corners of her mouth, which were almost in a straight line, could not conceal the excitement in her eyes.

…I look forward to it, very much.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, King Istan is back!"

Madonna immediately jumped up from the edge of the pool, pinched her fingers and looked to the door. Her blue eyes were full of eyes, and she happened to see the blond king taking off his saber and asking the attendant who was standing in front of the door.

It's just that she paused halfway through what she said, looking at the courtyard with feeling.

The palace specially prepared by King Ruijia for her, the most beautiful is the central courtyard, with green vines climbing on the round carved stone pillars, and the lotus gurgling in the center of the pond in the courtyard continuously overflowing with crystal water beads. Nourish a pool of water lilies.

The princess of Ruijia, Madonna, was standing next to that pool of water lilies, far more delicate and beautiful than the flowers in this pool. Because she was sitting by the pool, the corner of her skirt accidentally got wet and stuck to her slender ankle. After she rashly found out, she subconsciously pulled her skirt, but couldn't help but turn red after the action. face.

Li Hong softened his eyebrows unconsciously and stepped forward: "Madonna, are you here to find me?"

When Li Hong called her name, the tips of Princess Madonna's ears turned red for a moment. She lowered her head and nodded quickly, with a soft and soft voice: "Your Majesty, did I come too early and disrupt your plan?"

Li Hong took two steps forward, rubbed his aching shoulders, and smiled at Madonna: "When you come, I will welcome you. How can a plan in this world be more important than Princess Ruijia's smile? "

Madonna's ears were redder, and it seemed that even her fingertips were coated with pink.

She stared at her toes, expecting Ai Ai: "Your Majesty, my father has heard the truth, and is very frightened by his lack of hospitality to you. He heard that you are recovering from a serious illness, so he specially invited a famous musician. Hope the beautiful music will help you recover from your illness."

Madonna's ear tips were red as if bleeding were coming. She mustered her courage, finally raised her head and looked at Li Hong and said, "I picked two songs by Rui Jia for you, I hope you—"

Madonna could not say the rest.

Because she can't tell.

The blond and blue-eyed king was still standing there, without his hair, his long blond hair spread down, looking a little lazy. She stretched her eyebrows and listened to her every word very patiently. But the sleepiness and laziness between her eyebrows were so clear that even the movements of her unconsciously moving her wrists seemed so tired.

Madonna's invitation can no longer be said, although she understands that as long as she speaks, even if she is tired, with the broad mind of the king in front of her, I am afraid that she will not have the heart to refuse a little girl's small request-but It is precisely because of this that Madonna does not want to splurge willful and indulge.

She looked forward to and respected the king in front of her, hoping that she could smile forever, and could not accept anything that would harm her at all.

—Not even by yourself.

Madonna overthrew the original plan almost immediately, and she had to let the King of Istanbul take a good rest. Madonna just wanted to order the maid to let Hou's musicians leave first, but she saw the mark on Li Hong's neck at the moment she turned her head.

The trace was hidden by the golden hair. If it wasn't for King Istan who felt that the hair fell on his shoulders and it was a little bit itchy, and he lifted the hair to the other side, there would be little traces that no one would have noticed.

Madonna's eyes were fixed there, unable to deflect them anyway. The dark red trace stung her eyes like a soldering iron, and many women in her Ruijia Palace had seen such traces. Suck hard, heavy finger marks, maybe something else.

But the king didn't notice, she still smiled and asked: "Madonna, what do you want to say?"

Madonna squeezed her fingers, her nails digging deep into her palms. She finally laughed and asked tremblingly, "Your Majesty looks very tired."

"Probably I didn't get a good rest." Madonna raised her head and smiled, "I won't disturb your majesty to rest. I will come back tomorrow."

After speaking, she cleverly picked up the corner of her skirt and saluted Li Hong, and ran away quickly.

Before Li Hong could react, Madonna had already left the courtyard.

Li Hong was a little curious: "What did she come to do with me? Does King Ruijia have any thoughts?"

In order to maintain its own purity, Tianshen did not participate in the dirty adult world, wandering the streets of Ruijia for most of the night. For this reason, he was very sure: "There is no situation, the biggest situation stays with you, what can happen!"

Li Hong thought for a while and felt that it was the truth, so he attributed Madonna's behavior to the little girl's whim, and didn't care too much.

Madonna left Li Hong's courtyard, her blue eyes filled with water vapor. She walked two steps and then stopped abruptly. As a result, her maid accidentally ran into her back, causing her to stagger and almost fall. The maid was so frightened that she quickly bowed her head to plead guilty, but Madonna was holding the branch and staring at the front.

Madonna used her slightly innocent voice, and said in bewilderment, "He is smiling?"

"An indifferent executioner who has no emotion at all and invades other people's homes, why does he laugh?"

When the maid heard Madonna's description, she looked forward tremblingly and saw King Sundar, who had also just returned to the palace. His hair was not braided, but simply **** behind his head. King Sundar's new chief guard seemed extremely dissatisfied with the king's casual image, and couldn't help muttering a few words. King Sundar listened, smiled slightly to the attendant, and explained something.

All this looks very ordinary, and the only thing that makes the maid feel a little familiar is probably the golden hair accessory that Sundar uses to circle her hair at will—it looks like Ulk’s craftsmanship.

Madonna stared at Sandal and asked her maid: "Did your majesty leave the palace with King Sandal yesterday?"

Maid: "Yes."

—Tear it.

The maid looked up in a panic, and saw Rui Jia's princess tearing the skirt corners so hard that she tore off the gems on the hem of her dress. The blue gems are like her eyes, clear and transparent without any impurities. But Madonna saw her red eyes from the reflection of the jewel.

She was lit by the flame of jealousy.

Madonna held the gem and looked at the distorted face in the gem, suddenly losing all her strength. Regardless of her posture, she squatted on the ground and cried sadly, covering her face.

The maid's face was pale, and she obviously didn't understand what mistake she had made that caused the princess to be sad.

She comforted her stupidly: "Your Highness, King Sundar is nearby, shall we, shall we go back first?"

I don't know if she touched Madonna with a word, and Madonna stopped crying. She slowly wiped away the tears, and smiled at her maid: "You are right, I don't have to show him a joke."

Back to her bedroom, Madonna sat in front of the couch, staring at the bright sun in the sky a little dazedly. Until her eyes could not stand the light and tears overflowed and she had to turn to the beginning, she caught a glimpse of the sapphire she had torn from her skirt.

The maid did not dare to dispose of her things at will, she put the gem on the jewelry, and under the light, the gem did not look like a solidified sea water.

Madonna stretched out her hand, holding the stone in her palm. She lowered her head and looked at the blue gem in her hand for a long time.

—Until she slowly grabbed her palm and carefully hid the gem in her hand.

She cautiously kissed the palm of her hand holding the gem, as if she had drawn infinite strength from it.

Li Hong sent Madonna away, feeling sleepy, so he bypassed the courtyard and wanted to go back to the house to rest.

As she walked through the corridor, the morning wind blew the corners of her white robe, and also blew her stray hair.

Li Hong saw Enlier, who was boring and leaning against the stone pillar holding the lion. Enlier stroked the fingers on the back of the lion's neck and stopped, and those eyes that seemed to see everything looked at her.

Li Hong paused for a moment, and she saluted Enlier.

Enlier narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled at her again, which was regarded as a tribute to her.

He smiled and asked: "Did you have a good time yesterday?"

Li Hong pondered and replied: "It's okay...?"

Enlier's smile remained unchanged, and it didn't seem to have any special meaning. Seeing that he had nothing else to do, Li Hong yawned a little, passed him and continued to walk forward.

However, she only took two steps, but her wrist was held tightly by the back.

Li Hong staggered backwards, but fell into Enlier's palm by chance.

Li Hong subconsciously grabbed his arm to prevent him from falling, Enlier supported her shoulder with one hand, let go of her wrist with the other hand, and pressed her neck.

Enlier's fingers are very beautiful, because the joints are distinct, they look even more beautiful than Eros' pair of seemingly boneless catkins. He was using such a finger to gently press Li Hong's throat, feeling Li Hong's fragile throat pulsating under his fingertips.

Enlier's index fingers and thumbs opened slightly, and Li Hong's lower jaw was forced to lift up by his index fingers, completely exposing the crisp neck in front of his eyes.

Enlier's **** gently rubbed the trace on the side of her neck, with an unprovoked ambiguity.

Li Hong didn't like this posture very much. She was forced to face up, watching Enlier calmly and said, "What's the matter with you?"

Enlil stared at her and chuckled softly. He lowered his head, and Li Hong couldn't avoid it because he was pinching his neck. Storm God leaned close to her collarbone, and her warm lips first rubbed a small piece of her exposed shoulder blade for a moment, then opened her mouth and bit down fiercely!

Li Hong snorted, Enlier stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the mark of bleeding from his bite. Then he raised his head, lifted the long hair that Li Hong was covering his face, and kissed the corner of her eye.

The tip of his tongue licked Li Hong's eyelid and slid to her ear. Enlier hugged her shoulders, kissed her earrings, and chuckled softly: "I can make you have more fun, do you want to try it?"