After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

What was revealed in the words was not only anger, but also deep disappointment.

Shen Bingning raised her eyebrows gently, and the slight pain in her neck made her frown unconsciously, but she still stood up slowly, her movements were elegant and calm.

She looked at Xiao Yi, who was always meticulous but looked a little embarrassed at the moment because of a few strands of messy black hair, and couldn't help but curl up a subtle smile. She stretched out a slender finger, gently twisted a strand of hair on his chest, and played with it. The action was full of teasing and intimacy: "If the emperor wants to convict me, he must first listen to my explanation, right?"

Xiao Yi glared at her fiercely, and almost rudely took back his hair, and said coldly, "Okay, I want to hear what tricks you can make."

His voice was low and dangerous, like an enraged beast.

Shen Bingning just shrugged, her calmness formed a sharp contrast with Xiao Yi's anger, and she began to explain slowly: "I have nothing to do with Shangguan Yi. If there is, it is for you, the emperor."

There was unquestionable confidence in her words.

"for me?"

Xiao Yi laughed in anger, and the red light in his eyes became even more intense. It was anger and pain after being betrayed. "Let me tell me, why do you do it?"

His voice was mixed with a hint of undetectable expectation.

Shen Bingning gently rubbed her red neck, as if the pain there reminded her to stay calm. She asked, "Today, the emperor went to the path of the Imperial Garden, right?"

This question hit the nail on the head, causing Xiao Yi to pursed his lips and snorted coldly, but did not deny it.

Shen Bingning paused for a moment and continued, "You thought we had an affair when you saw me giving my wallet to General Shangguan, right?"

Her eyes were sharp, as if she had already seen through Xiao Yi's thoughts.

Under her determined gaze, Xiao Yi finally nodded frankly: "That's right."

His admission was both helplessness and recognition of Shen Bingning's insight.

Shen Bingning raised her lips to a faint smile, which contained both sarcasm and tenderness: "Your Majesty is obviously a wise and resourceful person, why is he so impatient?"

Her words were like spring breeze and rain, trying to calm Xiao Yi's anger.

Xiao Yi's brows were furrowed even tighter, his anger almost reaching the edge of exploding, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Shen Bingning, what exactly do you want to say?"

His voice was filled with urgency and anxiety.

"What I mean is that if the emperor is more patient, he will find out where the purse is going."

Shen Bingning's answer was like a riddle, difficult to understand.

Just as Xiao Yi was about to ask further questions, a bright red suddenly appeared in front of him.

He subconsciously caught the soft body that rushed towards him, and was knocked into the embrace by this warm and soft body.

Although this collision did not cause any substantial damage, it miraculously sootheed the emperor's anger.

Xiao Yi grabbed her slender shoulders tightly and wanted to push them away, but Shen Bingning wrapped her arms around him like a vine, and she refused to let go.

After a tug of war, Xiao Yi's cheeks flushed, and his original roar weakened a bit, replaced by an inexplicable embarrassment: "What tricks are you going to play?"

"Your Majesty has misunderstood me again."

Shen Bingning pulled out his hand lightly and quickly broke free from his arms.

Her departure made the warmth around Xiao Yi suddenly disappear, and his star-like eyes dim, as if they had lost some kind of light.

"I just want to put things back where they belong."

Shen Bingning's words were simple and direct, but they were like a drop of cold water on his head, instantly waking Xiao Yi up.

He felt a slump in his waist, and he looked down and it turned out that it was a light-colored purse lying quietly there.

His heart suddenly tightened, and Xiao Yi couldn't help but untied his purse, held his palm and looked at it carefully.

The fabric is delicate and smooth to the touch, and the embroidery... is simply a combination of wildness and tenderness.

Looking at the messy stitches and the patterns that cannot be identified in specific shapes, Xiao Yi already had an answer in his mind. Such a "unique" embroiderer would not think of a second person except Shen Bingning.

Just as Xiao Yi was lost in thought at the purse, Shen Bingning spoke slowly, "Hey, I practiced hard for a long time, wanting to embroider a purse for you, the emperor. Who would have thought that I would meet General Shangguan halfway, and by some strange coincidence you saw it first. What a misunderstanding."

Her tone was calm, but every word was like a knife, striking directly into Xiao Yi's heart.

Xiao Yi's eyelids jumped slightly, and he held his purse tightly. His face was still cold, as if he was half-believing and half-doubting about her words: "Since that's the case, why did you give it to me at this time?"

There was obvious dissatisfaction in his doubts, and he did not seem to fully accept Shen Bingning's explanation.

"that is because……"

The smile on Shen Bingning's lips froze, as if she had some unspeakable secret. She pursed her lips, hesitating whether she should tell the whole truth.

Xiao Yi's face darkened, and his tone was majestic and undeniable: "Why, can't you say it?"

His eyes were fixed on Shen Bingning, as if trying to find the answer from every subtle expression on her face.

Shen Bingning gritted her teeth and steeled her heart. At this moment, face seemed to no longer be the focus of her consideration. She suppressed her anxiety and let out a low and resolute roar from the depths of her throat:

"It's because my embroidery is so poor and I was afraid you would laugh at me, so I turned back halfway and regretted it alone!"

This roar was like a sudden rain in summer, which instantly extinguished the remaining anger in Xiao Yi's heart. He blinked his eyes lightly, an irrepressible smile flashed across the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose a little.

In this way, all the previous confusions and doubts seemed to have found reasonable explanations.

He never expected that she would be so concerned about this matter, and even in desperation, she forgot even the usual honorifics she used in daily life.

She made him vaguely see the unruly and arrogant shadow of his youth.

He slowly stretched out his hand and gently brushed the crooked and stitches on his purse, with a bit of tactile joke in his tone:

"Indeed, the craftsmanship is not to be praised."

When Shen Bingning heard this, her face changed rarely, her cheeks were red and white, and it was intertwined into a complex and moving picture. She murmured to herself, with a hint of grievance mixed in her voice:

"If I had known this, I wouldn't have given it to you, so as not to have to bear some ridicule."

Xiao Yi caught the resentment in her words, coughed lightly, and carefully tied the imperfect purse around his waist, and his tone became much gentler:

"Since you are so sincere, I will accept it with reluctance."

His awkward yet cute look made Shen Bingning couldn't help but smile, and finally she couldn't hold back and laughed softly with her hands covering her face.