The most romantic little emperor

Qin Hao didn't give her a chance to continue speaking, and hugged her tightly in his arms with an irresistible force.

Zheng Zhiruo's body gradually softened, as soft and boneless as a willow tree in the spring breeze.

This undoubtedly encouraged Qin Hao's boldness.

Outside the door, Luo Yang noticed the charming atmosphere gradually rising in the room. His expression changed and he quickly waved his hand to signal the people around him to leave, leaving this private space to the two people in the room.

In the private room, the candlelight swayed gently in the wind, and between the interweaving of light and shadow, an indescribable atmosphere permeated the air.

The deep and moving voices, like the most beautiful music, plucked Qin Hao's heartstrings and made his blood boil instantly.

After a moment, in this small space, it seemed as if the two of them only had each other in their world. All the outside disturbances were isolated outside, leaving only two hearts colliding violently.

On the bed, Zheng Zhiruo's eyes seemed to turn into rippling spring water, charming and lively.

At this moment, all the etiquette and constraints of the world were thrown aside by two passionate hearts.

It was not until late at night that the two people in the room slowly calmed down.

Qin Hao gently stroked her silky black hair, his eyes full of tenderness and affection, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Zhiruo, otherwise, why don't you come back to the palace with me?"

Zheng Zhiruo snuggled up to his chest, greedily breathing in his unique scent. A hint of joy flashed across her eyes, but was quickly replaced by determination.

Then, she shook her head gently, her voice thin but extremely firm: "We will talk about this later."

Qin Hao's smile widened when he heard this, with a hint of cunning and doting: "Since it is what my beloved concubine said, I will obey it. However, you said this yourself."

Seeing him rushing towards her next, Zheng Zhiruo suddenly realized the hidden meaning in Qin Hao's words.

She opened her red lips slightly, her tone was long and seductive, and her manner was charming: "Your Majesty, you are annoying! That is not what I meant!"

Qin Hao raised a playful smile and asked, "Oh? Then what does my beloved concubine think?"

Zheng Zhiruo bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes moving with tenderness: "Your Majesty, our friendship will last forever, and we have a long way to go..."

Qin Hao smiled slightly, and lightly touched her nose with his fingertips. There was a hint of ambiguity in his hearty laughter: "Haven't you already tried my strengths and weaknesses, my beloved? Do I need to prove it to you again?"

Zheng Zhiruo pretended to be coquettish, gently slapped his hand away, and said angrily: "Your Majesty, as the king of a country, how can you be so playful? If you continue to be so indecent, I will be really angry, and then I will not obey your majesty."

Qin Hao hurriedly coaxed her, "Okay, okay, I was wrong. I will listen to Zhiruo. I will fully support you in whatever you want to do. How about that?"

Hearing the pampering and indulgence revealed in Qin Hao's words, Zheng Zhiruo finally smiled, with a hint of relief and satisfaction hidden in that smile.

She snuggled into Qin Hao's broad chest and easily changed to a more comfortable position.

Her fingertips danced lightly, like rain hitting banana leaves, drawing circles on Qin Hao's chest. Her shyness and tenderness were enough to move everything in the world.

"Your Majesty, I also long to follow you into the palace and be by your side forever."

Zheng Zhiruo's words were filled with worry, but also revealed her deep consideration of the overall situation. "But my Zheng family is experiencing such a big storm, it will not be settled overnight."

"I have thought over and over again. If I rashly step into the palace at this moment, it may not be a wise move. Just imagine how the officials in the court and the people of the world will view your decision, and how will they view my Zheng family?"

"I will never disregard your majesty's dignity for my own selfish desires and let you bear the infamy that you don't deserve for me."

"Besides, Your Majesty is young and strong, full of vigor and vitality. It is the time to revitalize Daxia and create a prosperous era. Although I am not talented, I am fully aware of the responsibility on my shoulders."

"Instead of being a vase in the palace and wasting time, it would be better to rectify the Zheng family and use the little energy that I and the Zheng family have to relieve your majesty's worries, help you recover the lost territory, and enjoy the prosperity of the prosperous times together. Isn't it better?"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Hao's heartstrings seemed to be touched. He embraced Zheng Zhiruo affectionately into his solid chest, his eyes flashing with unprecedented firmness and tenderness, and whispered softly: "Zhiruo, I like gentle and sensible women like you."

"Since you have made up your mind, I will respect it. I will then issue an order for you to take the position of the head of the Zheng family."

"As husband and wife, we are united in purpose and can break metal with our strength. We must create a prosperous world, okay?"

Hearing this, Zheng Zhiruo's lips curled up into a gentle smile like a flower, her eyes flashing with trust and expectation, and she nodded slightly, as if silently agreeing to this beautiful vision.

Seeing this, Qin Hao chuckled and assured in a low voice: "Zhiruo, don't worry, I am not a heartless and ungrateful king who will not recognize you once I pull up my pants."

"My door is always open to you no matter where you are. If you ever want to enter the palace, I will prepare a sedan chair with eight bearers to take you in and promise you a prosperous life."

Zheng Zhiruo burst out laughing, with a sly light flashing in her eyes. She covered her lips with her sleeve and said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, such a good sentence, how come it tastes so bad in your mouth?"

Qin Hao raised his lips with a playful arc, and laughed: "If a man doesn't have a bit of ruffian spirit, how can he attract the heart of a beautiful woman? Zhiruo, do you like it?"

Zheng Zhiruo smiled, her expression became more gentle and charming. She gently leaned against Qin Hao's chest, her voice full of tenderness and sweetness: "I like it. Your Majesty may not know that I like your appearance as a rogue emperor. It makes me unable to stop. I am unconsciously deeply attracted to you, and I am willing to be conquered by you and become your woman."

Qin Hao pretended to be angry, but his eyes were full of doting. He raised his eyebrows slightly, tapped Zheng Zhiruo's forehead with his fingertips, and said with a sly smile: "You are so good, Zhiruo, you dare to call me a hooligan. It seems that today I must let you see how powerful I am."

"Your Majesty, I will never dare to do it again. Please forgive me!" Zheng Zhiruo opened her red lips slightly, her tone was a bit coquettish, and her face showed a touch of pitiful weakness, which made people love her.