God Concubine Supreme

Only then did Hong Yao get up, and walked slowly towards the inside.

In the entire palace, the colors of black and red still intersect. Such an extreme color, against the cold color of the spar, presents an indescribable luxury.

Just like the man lying on the bed, just a silhouette makes people unable to help being fascinated.

The aura around him was cold and strange, but it carried a deadly temptation.

So knowing the danger, there are still countless people going forward, wanting to get closer to him.

But such people tend to die the fastest.

Hong Yao just raised her eyes for a glance, then quickly withdrew her gaze, and knelt down again three steps away from Di Qianjue.

Just this one glance, of course, is not enough, but she is very obedient, and she will never let her thoughts out.

Every movement is as precise and regular as if measured with a ruler, and every move is smooth and pleasing to the eye.

This is a very important point for Hongyao to stand out from countless beauties and get to where it is today.

Of course, the most important thing is that she is smart enough to know restraint.

Not to mention the people in the Black Demon Sect, just the many forces below, in order to please His Highness, since His Highness was thirteen years old, they will send countless beauties to the Demon Palace every year.

The ring is fat, the swallows are thin, and they are in various poses.

But in the huge magic palace, the only one that has been favored by His Highness for the longest time is the red medicine.

She knelt there, quietly, as if she didn't exist.

After a while, Di Qianjue sat up, rubbed his temples, and looked a little irritable.

"Why are you here today?"

Only then did Hong Yao raise her head, her back straightened and her neck slender. Even kneeling, but still elegant posture.

However, compared to such a rare temperament, her appearance is not inferior.

Anyone who sees her for the first time will be amazed.

Her complexion is white, and she is dressed in red, making her look more and more delicate, like a mass of soft snow crushed into a patch of red plums.

There seemed to be a pool of clear water in her eyes, and the look in her eyes was bewitching.

The bridge of the nose is straight, and the lips are bright red.

The sharp chin made her a little more pretty besides being delicate.

However, her demeanor is rare dignified and elegant, making her even more charming.

"Your Highness, you forgot that the red medicine should indeed come today."

Di Qianjue frowned.

"How many days have I been in a coma?"

Hong Yao said: "Today is already the seventh day."

Seven days have passed in the blink of an eye...

Di Qianjue still felt a little hazy in his head, closed his eyes, and finally regained consciousness.

Noticing that the strength in his body was gradually recovering, he felt a little relieved.

I just didn't expect it to take so long this time.

"Your Highness, can I press the red medicine for you?"

Di Qianjue nodded.

The corners of Hong Yao's lips curled up slightly, then she stood up and walked slowly to Di Qianjue's side.

She stretched out her hand, with green fingers.

As soon as people approached, there was a faint scent of flowers.

Because of Di Qianjue's preference, all the women in the entire Demon Palace had the fragrance of flowers on their bodies.

Some are bathed with flower petals, and some are made into spices and smoked in the room. Over time, the fragrance of flowers on the body will not disappear.

Di Qianjue closed his eyes, and the fragrance became more and more clear.

Hong Yao's hand was already pressing on Di Qianjue's temple.

"What kind of fragrance do you smell on your body?"

Di Qianjue spoke suddenly, making Hong Yao stop.

Hong Yao froze for a moment, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Your Highness, it's Shao Yao."

Di Qianjue closed his eyes.

"Go back and change."

Startled, Hong Yao immediately reacted and knelt down with a "plop".

"Your Highness, forgive me!"

Di Qian waved his hand impatiently.

"This hall has no intention of punishing you, it's just that this smell...don't use it in the future."

Only then did Hong Yao breathe a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Your Highness. Hong Yao will definitely do the same when I go back."

Although everyone in the Demon Palace rumored that she was the most favored, in fact, His Highness has a weird temper, moody, and was smiling one second, maybe the next second he will directly cut your throat!

Therefore, even Hong Yao, who has been serving her for so many years, has always been cautious.

Hearing that she was exempted from punishment, while she was glad in her heart, she felt a little puzzled.

The scent of peonies on her body was smoked by His Royal Highness before, saying that it was fragrant but not greasy, and could calm one's mind.

So for so many years, the red medicine has been used for this taste.

But unexpectedly, today His Highness actually...

Hearing the tone, he was a little impatient, obviously he didn't like the fragrance anymore.

But why did it happen all of a sudden?

Hong Yao couldn't figure it out.

But then I realized that His Highness's temperament is just like this. It is possible that he suddenly disliked the fragrance when he was treating people in the past.

Di Qianjue closed his eyes, but suddenly remembered that when he was very close to that person, there was a faint...

He couldn't tell what kind of smell it was, it was clear and clean, and it lasted for a long time.

In contrast, the fragrance of this flower is a bit greasy.

After a pause, he said again:

"Spread the news, from now on, no one in the Demon Palace will be allowed to have fragrance on their bodies."

Hong Yao's heart was shocked, only then did she realize that something was wrong!

Even if His Highness suddenly doesn't like the smell of peonies, why would he suddenly give such an order?

It was as if he suddenly hated all the fragrances!

Hong Yao felt uneasy in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face, she lowered her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes and said respectfully:

"yes."

She waited for a while, and just reached out her hand hesitantly, wanting to press it for him, but then stopped.

A few days ago, it was rumored that His Highness was awake and in a very bad mood. Dozens of them had been executed in the past few days, including two beauties who had been serving the Demon Palace for more than two years.

She'd better be careful.

So, Hong Yao thought about it and asked, "Your Highness, you have been very busy these days and haven't taken care of those mandalas. Why don't Hong Yao help you build them?"

Di Qianjue rubbed the bridge of his nose and turned his eyes to look.

The entire wall in the main hall is covered with a layer of coquettish red mandala.

This is Di Qianjue's favorite flower, and he likes it so much that he even grows many of them in the hall.

Usually, he is also very concerned about these things. Once a servant was killed because he accidentally built a mandala that bloomed just right.

Therefore, in the entire Demon Palace, almost no one dared to touch these things.

Red medicine, however, is different.

Because she can always make all those flowers and plants into the look that Di Qianjue likes.

Not only is there no punishment, but it is often praised.

Di Qianjue nodded silently.

Only then did Hong Yao get up, and walked over with her skirt in hand.

There were many special tools next to it. After looking at it for a while, she picked up one and began to carefully build it.

These flowers and plants are a little different from those outside, they always have vigorous vitality. The red medicine has been built for many years, and I have never seen a single yellow leaf or a withered flower here.

Therefore, she built it with great care.

The entire hall fell into silence again, only the sound of scissors clicking and flowers and leaves falling.

Hong Yao's mood gradually calmed down. At this time, she turned sideways to face Di Qianjue, with a large red mandala in front of her eyes.

Your Highness should not be able to see it...

Hong Yao's movements were meticulous, and finally there was a trace of friendship in his eyes that he would never dare to show in front of Di Qianjue.

If Di Qianjue looked up at this time, he would be able to see through her mind.

But he didn't.

In fact, Hong Yao never dared to let Di Qianjue find out.

Because she knew that this was what His Highness hated the most.

Yes, no one would believe that the Young Palace Master of the Demon Palace would be extremely repulsive to these things!

Everyone knows that there are countless beauties in the Demon Palace, and how many people envy Emperor Qianjue, who is beautiful and blessed, and has three thousand in the harem.

However, it is true that these beauties are serving here, but they absolutely dare not show their feelings to Di Qianjue.

On the first day when the red medicine arrived, a woman with disheveled hair and blood all over her body was dragged out of the hall.

In the end, the woman had tears all over her face, saying that she only wanted to serve His Highness once, and she was willing to die.

Hong Yao will never forget that young man who had already revealed a peerless flirtatious temperament at that time, slowly flicked the redness at the end of his eyes, and chuckled lightly.

"You deserve it too?"

Then, the woman really died.

From then on, she knew that if she wanted to live here, she must not cross the line.

She knows better than anyone what can and cannot be done.

Because of this, he can be favored more than anyone else.

After a while, Hong Yao walked towards the other side, seemingly inadvertently glanced at Di Qianjue, but was shocked.

Your Highness, he... seems to be in a trance...

He had never shown such an expression before, he seemed to be looking at something, but he clearly didn't see anything.

The scissors in Hong Yao's hand slowly clenched.

——Your Highness, he seems to be thinking about someone...

She quickly looked away and pursed her lips.

In fact, during this period of time, she has already noticed that something is wrong with His Highness.

But I couldn't tell what was going on.

Sometimes I feel that he is absent-minded, and his mood fluctuates more than before.

Hong Yao felt a little apprehensive.

Could it be... Your Highness...

At this moment, within the hall, a figure suddenly appeared quietly.

Hong Yao was startled, and quickly turned her eyes away.

This is His Highness's secret guard, who only obeys His Highness's orders and helps His Highness handle the most secret matters.

Hong Yao has also met a few times, because everyone in the Demon Palace knows that she is the most favored, so as long as His Highness does not tell her to leave, she will sometimes listen.

Seeing the hidden guard appear, there seemed to be a flash of light in Di Qianjue's eyes.

"Have you found the news?"

"Return to Your Highness, we found it." The dark guard's voice was low and hoarse.

Hong Yao couldn't help but stop what she was doing, and pricked up her ears.

"He has accepted the mission and has come out of Xiling Academy to hunt and kill the Iron Winged Dragon!"

Hong Yao was startled.

she?

which her?