The bed was shaped like a large cloud, without the bed tents that were common in this era. From a distance, it seemed like it was a cloud.

In the middle of the hall, there is a night pearl the size of a small moon, radiating faintly.

The night pearl was half bright and half not bright. From a distance, it looked like a jade plate.

There are other decorations around, and the decorations are also like clouds of large and small, standing there quietly, as if they have been standing for tens of millions of years...

Ning Xuemo walked into the castle with the Emperor in his arms, and it felt like he was walking into the vast sky, with white clouds floating around him, and a crescent moon shining brightly.

A small boat with a crescent moon

The small boat pointed at both ends

I'm sitting on a bent boat,

Holding the moon and playing on the swing...

This is a song Ning Xuemo saw when she was a child. She always thought it was the most fairy tale fantasy in the poet's heart, but she didn't expect to see such a substance here!

It almost made her suspect that she was in the dream. Her heart felt a little warm and a little indescribable sour.

"Go to bed." The Emperor in his arms said three more words.

Why does this sentence feel so ambiguity...

Ning Xuemo hugged the Emperor and couldn't help but make a black thread.

He didn't even bother to think about it, walked over a few steps and put him on the cloud bed.

The bed looks like a soft cloud, but the bed is still quite hard, there is no bedding on it, only a white bed board.

After Ning Xuemo put down the Emperor, she couldn't help but touch the bed, and her tentacles were cold, like ice.

It turns out that the bed that looks so warm is so cold. It’s not the legendary cold jade bed?

There was a faint white air lingering on the bed, and the Emperor sat in it, as if the God was sitting in the clouds...

Ning Xuemo was stunned for a moment.

"Aren't you going to deal with the wound on my back for me?" The Emperor spoke and called back her who was ecstatic.

"Ah, yes!" Ning Xuemo finally remembered her mission, thought about it, and jumped onto the bed. She shivered as soon as she got on!

So cold! This bed is so cold!

As soon as her feet stepped on it, she felt a sharp air conditioning rushing upwards along the soles of her feet, spreading throughout her body in an instant, making her feel that the blood on her body was almost frozen...

Her originally rosy little face turned blue and white in an instant.

"Go down!" Emperor Zun spit out two more words, his voice as light as flowing water, but there is no doubt.

Ning Xuemo: "..."

He is not allowed to use this bed?

Did you think she was willing to be on it?

Without saying a word, she turned over and jumped off the bed, and when she stepped on the floor with her feet again, the cold feeling finally disappeared, but the coldness that had penetrated into her bones still existed, which made her shiver several times in succession.

"Prajna Heart Method." Emperor said four more words.

Ning Xuemo's heart moved slightly. The mental method he said was exactly what she had learned in that book and had not used it much.

At this time, he heard him mention it and immediately lowered his eyes and activate this mental method.

It's strange that the mental method had just been running for a short time, and the chill that penetrated into the bone marrow was like something inside the body was urged to retreat outward...

After a while, her body returned to normal and her little face also regained its blush.

It turned out that he just asked himself to come down not because he refused to allow her to go to this bed, but because she can't get the bed now?

Ning Xuemo felt less unhappy in her heart, and she looked up at the Emperor again, and then was startled!
Chapter completed!