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Chapter 855: Startling Heart Mingyu 67

She was about to say a few perfunctory words, but she heard Kangxi suddenly chuckle. The laughter was hoarse and seductive, as if it could captivate the soul.

"Your Majesty?" Mingyu noticed that his expression was a little different and stepped back a little, but found that the big hand around her waist had no intention of letting go.

Kangxi pulled her closer, lowered his eyes, and looked at her with burning gaze. The corners of his thin lips raised a meaningful arc, and his voice was soft but with a hint of teasing: "I really wanted to kiss you just now, but how can I explain that you took the initiative first?"

Mingyu instantly felt her face burning enough to boil an egg. She remembered clearly that she had mustered up the courage to do such a bold thing in a desperate situation, but... after hearing Kangxi say it so bluntly, she still wanted to bury herself in the quilt.

"Yu'er, do you know that the kiss just now almost cost me my life?" Kangxi teased her softly, with a hint of teasing slowly rising in his tone.

"You took the initiative, so I have to return the favor, right?"

Mingyu was so embarrassed and annoyed by him that she couldn't help but push his chest fiercely: "Who asked you to return the gift? I don't want to!"

"Oh? Don't want to?" Kangxi raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned close to her, his nose almost brushing her face, and his warm breath fell on her ears.

He looked at her, who was so ashamed that she wanted to shrink into a ball, and the smile in his eyes became deeper and deeper: "Yu'er, this is not up to you."

"Your Majesty!" Mingyu angrily slapped his hand away, shyness and anger flooding her face: "You are the emperor, how can you speak so frivolously?"

Seeing that her eyes were slightly red, Kangxi loosened his grip, gently pinched her jaw, and looked at her seriously: "In front of you, I am not the emperor, but Xuanye. Yu'er, everything about you makes me frivolous and confuses me to the point of losing my soul."

He spoke in a low and hoarse voice, with a layer of tenderness in his eyes, as if he was afraid of scaring her, but also as if he couldn't control his heart.

"Good boy, call me husband?"

Mingyu was stunned.

"Husband?" she stammered.

Seeing this, Kangxi's sharp eyes like an eagle flashed a hint of pride, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

He leaned his face a little closer, his eyes fixed on her flushed cheeks, as if he could see through all her thoughts: "Yu'er, this answer is very perfunctory. Hmm? Call me again, and call me more sweetly, with your heart."

"Husband." Mingyu's voice was as gentle as a feather brushing across the heart, with a hint of shyness and a hint of sweetness.

These two words coming out of her mouth seemed to carry magic, making Kangxi's already deep eyes even darker, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, as if to suck her in.

Kangxi's breathing stagnated, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction surged in his chest. He hugged Mingyu tightly, wishing he could rub her into his bones and blood.

This "husband" was the sound of nature he had longed for, the response he had dreamed of. He lowered his head, kissed her forehead tenderly, and whispered, "Yu'er, call me again."

Mingyu's cheeks turned even redder, like a ripe apple, so beautiful that it was about to drip with water. She lowered her eyelids slightly, and her long eyelashes fluttered like two small fans, covering the shyness in her eyes. She spoke again, her voice lighter and sweeter than before: "Husband."

Kangxi couldn't hold back any longer and kissed her lips. This kiss was gentle and lingering, with a long-suppressed affection, moistening Mingyu's heart like spring rain. She responded passively, feeling Kangxi's passion and his love.

After a long time, Kangxi finally let her go. Looking at her confused eyes and swollen lips, his heart was filled with love and pity. He gently stroked her cheek and said softly, "Yu'er, I love you."

Mingyu snuggled in his arms, listening to his strong heartbeat and feeling his warm embrace, feeling a sense of security in her heart. She nodded gently, responding to his love.

"Didn't you say you would take me horseback riding?" Mingyu struggled from his arms, trying to hide the heat on her face, but her blush spread behind her ears.

Her soft words contained some whining, but more of it was a coquettish tone.

Kangxi raised his hand and stroked her earlobe, a deep smile overflowing from his chest: "Yu'er, are you so anxious? Are you eager to ride with me?"

"Who wants to ride with you!" Mingyu glared at him, pursed her lips and tried to escape from the bed, but a pair of big, broad hands had already locked her waist tightly, not allowing her to slip away easily.

She glanced at him awkwardly: "Ride your horse, ride your horse, and stop talking nonsense!"

Kangxi laughed out loud and held her in his arms: "My dear Yu'er, are you shy? I want to say that I want to ride a fine horse with Yu'er, galloping across the grassland, watching the setting sun melt into gold, and the grass turning green..."

Mingyu was lifted off the ground by him. She screamed and subconsciously hugged his neck, saying coquettishly, "Your Majesty! Put me down quickly! It will be disgraceful if someone sees us!"

Kangxi held her and walked straight out of the bedroom, saying loudly: "I hold my own wife, what's wrong with that? Whoever dares to gossip, I will pull out his tongue!"

Mingyu struggled in his arms for a few times, but finally gave up and buried her face in his chest, feeling the warm breath emanating from him, feeling both sweet and shy in her heart.

After they had walked all the way, Kangxi put her down, led a chestnut horse over, helped her onto the horse, then he also climbed onto the horse and sat behind her.

Mingyu stiffened, feeling a little uncomfortable. Kangxi put his arms around her waist from behind and whispered, "Hold on tight."

Mingyu hugged his waist as he said, and felt his chest was solid and strong. The sound of his heartbeat reached her palm through his clothes, making her feel inexplicably at ease.

Kangxi squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and the horse raised its hooves and galloped away. The wind whistled in his ears. Mingyu hugged Kangxi tightly, feeling the excitement and pleasure brought by the speed.

The grassland was vast and boundless, and the wind blew the grass low, like rolling green waves, stretching all the way to the horizon. Mingyu was a little reserved at first, but as the horse speed increased, she gradually relaxed, feeling the wind brushing against her face, her skirt fluttering like a fluttering butterfly.

"Your Majesty, please slow down..." Mingyu's voice was blown away by the wind and reached Kangxi's ears intermittently.

Instead of slowing down, Kangxi squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and the chestnut horse rushed forward like an arrow, so fast that Mingyu could hardly breathe.

She screamed and hugged Kangxi's waist even tighter, fearing that she would be thrown off.

Kangxi felt her slightly trembling body and a deep laugh sounded in her ears: "Yu'er, are you scared?"

Mingyu raised her chin and said proudly: "Your Majesty, you underestimate us! Manchu women are born to ride and shoot, how can they be afraid of such a mere speed?" Although she spoke proudly, the hand around his waist tightened a little involuntarily.

Kangxi laughed in a low voice and whispered in her ear: "Well, my Yu'er is indeed very courageous! Then I will go faster!"