bookrebus Chapter 325 Unique Taste
Chapter 325 Unique Taste
Upon hearing this, Di Beizun's expression froze slightly, and then he became somewhat unsettled. After looking at her for a while, he quietly asked, "That depends on what kind of mental illness you have."
Sikong Jin smiled and raised her hand to brush her forehead. Her starry eyes gazed into his deep pupils, where she could vaguely see her own reflection dancing in the depths of his eyes. After thinking for a moment, she couldn't help but feel a little wistful. "Your Majesty, do you really think we'll be able to meet again in a year? And will we still be able to ride horses together, chat, and admire the moon together like this in a year?"
"If I say it's possible, then it's possible, and it might not even take a year."
Di Beizun's deep voice was filled with certainty.
"However, I am not so confident, as you say, that if we return victorious this time, I would like to bring my mother back. Do you think the Emperor of Dayong will agree?"
Sikong Jin spoke casually, but there was an undisguised melancholy between her brows. In fact, she herself knew the answer very well.
"That depends on whether you dare to do it."
Di Beizun had a faint smile on his face as he looked steadily at her. "With me backing you up, what are you afraid of?"
"Although I also really want to rely on my own strength, after hearing what Your Majesty said, it seems a bit foolish not to take the shortcut when there is one available." Sikong Jin smiled and looked at him with a hint of cunning.
"Some things shouldn't be your responsibility in the first place."
He sighed, then suddenly looked away, gazing at the cool moon in the sky. "However, if you hadn't taken on this responsibility, we wouldn't have this opportunity now..."
At this point, he suddenly turned his head to look at Sikong Jin's chest, "Has the Phoenix Jade that I gave you always been there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Jin immediately reached out and pressed her hand to her chest. She quickly touched the phoenix jade, and a faint warmth spread from her pressed chest to all parts of her body.
She propped herself up with one hand, looked at him, and nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Of course, I've kept everything you gave me carefully, close to my body! Your Majesty, you've always been like a god in my heart. Last time outside Luoyang, I touched your hand, and I didn't want to wash my hands for three days afterward. And that time in the alley of Luoyang, I kissed you, and I almost didn't want to brush my teeth or rinse my mouth. Your Majesty, your charm is so..."
The already somber atmosphere was instantly dispelled by her words. Such frivolous and shameless talk, surprisingly, found exceptionally pleasing to the Northern Emperor. His stunningly handsome face softened slightly, a glint of light appearing in his deep eyes as he looked meaningfully at Sikong Jin, a rare hint of humor in his voice—
"I had no idea you had harbored such improper thoughts about me for so long..."
Sikong Jin returned his gaze with great interest, her delicate face blossoming into a smile. Her alluring red lips curled slightly, and she chuckled dryly, “Your Majesty’s elegance is unparalleled. Though I pride myself on being charming without being vulgar, passing through a garden of beauties without a single petal clinging to me, since seeing Your Majesty’s breathtaking beauty and such charisma, I cannot help but be captivated. Especially Your Majesty’s overwhelming presence, it truly fascinates me…”
"Ok?"
For Sikong Jin to utter such nauseating words, Di Beizun was no simple character either. He immediately sensed something amiss, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes so quickly that even Sikong Jin couldn't catch it.
Sure enough, as Lord Sikong spoke, he slowly leaned towards him, his eyes narrowed and his smile innocent. "Your Majesty, you are a good person, you are a god, you are the sun in my heart. Could you lend me the Moon Soul again?"
As soon as Lord Sikong finished speaking, the corners of Di Beizun's mouth curved upwards, and a strange light appeared in his unfathomable eyes. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the small face that Sikong Jin had brought closer. His deep voice carried a fatal allure, "Then it depends on your reaction!"
"That's it..."
Lord Sikong stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment, and then said, "Shall I give His Majesty a back massage?"
Upon hearing this, Di Beizun gave a cold laugh and remained silent.
"Shall I massage His Majesty's legs?"
Lord Sikong tempted, "My skills are excellent; I've specially studied massage, you'll feel very comfortable!"
Di Beizun's narrowed gaze turned slightly cold, but he still looked at her with an inscrutable expression.
"You're not satisfied either?"
Seeing that he was not moved at all, Lord Sikong frowned in frustration, remained silent for a while, and then continued, "Or shall I tell you a story?"
"Shall I perform a magnificent sword dance for you?"
……
A series of questions followed, and the frustration on Lord Sikong's face grew stronger. However, the Northern Emperor's eyes shone brighter and brighter, and his large hand, hidden under his sleeve, clenched tightly. His gaze towards her gradually softened inexplicably.
He simply didn't respond to her.
"Still not satisfied? How about I sing you a love song? Is that alright? Back when I was in the X Department, I was known as the King of Songs for a Thousand Years. Even that arrogant Ah Xing had to submit to me!"
Upon hearing this, Di Beizun's eyes lit up uncontrollably. The glint in his eyes was quickly caught by Lord Sikong, whose own starry eyes also shone. A smug smile played on his lips, and in an instant, his pale, beautiful lips curved upwards, and a clear, melodious voice rang out, "I declare my love to the whole world, I only want to be with you. This heart is fearless, too steadfast, I'm so glad I met you..."
Her singing voice pierced through the desolate twilight, dancing with the cascading frost. Di Beizun quietly gazed at her smiling, serene face. Her beautiful eyes shone brightly like stars, and the moonlight bathed her, making her appear somewhat ethereal and dreamlike, so much so that he felt he couldn't grasp this moment.
His heart suddenly softened, and the answer he had been searching for became incredibly clear at that moment.
Why can't I forget her? Why can't I let her go?
Only when he was with her did he feel incredibly relaxed and happy, and only then could he feel that his heart, filled with the fervor of conquest and slaughter, still had warmth.
So, he domineeringly wanted to take more from her, to possess more, and even to possess her so that no one else could touch her, and no one else in the world could discover her beauty except him.
I often think of the times they spent playing music and drinking together, wielding swords and shattering the frost-covered sky. I also often think of her stubborn and cunning appearance when he had her under his control, always teasing him and taking advantage of him with her shameless and rogue behavior...
Could it be that the reason he has remained detached from worldly desires and indifferent to other women all these years is because of his unique taste?