Nan Ye didn't know what to do anymore. He leaned on the dragon couch in annoyance. He couldn't sleep again last night. His mother refused to let him back. The old lady kept holding his hand and mentioned the inheritance of the family line, asking him to
upset
It seemed that the illness of the queen was just a fake, and it was a big deal for him to pay attention to the draft girl. In the end, the emperor compromised and decided to choose one among the many nuns to favor until the prince was born.
Rather than choosing a concubine, it’s better to choose a fertility machine
The queen mother fell into a deep sleep at dawn. Nan Ye lowered the bed curtains for her. He frowned and felt depressed, but did not dare to get angry. He returned to the Yangxin Hall and was about to lie down to rest, but found that the brocade quilt and the cat were gone.
He opened the curtain of the dragon bed and found the cat rolled up in the brocade quilt, sleeping soundly. In a moment of anger, he pulled the cat out and wanted to teach him a lesson.
Angry?
Zhao Luer noticed that Nan Ye's mood was not right. He seemed to be sulky in his heart. If not, he would become the target of venting. After all, he was also the emperor, and she was a pet. Her status was very unequal, so she would naturally suffer some losses.
Zhao Luer slowly crawled into Nan Ye's arms, rubbing his head and body against Nan Ye with all his strength, and kept meowing in his mouth. The sweet feeling made people melt.
Zhao Luer began to suspect that Nan Ye was not a human, but a stone. He raised his hand once, and the usual caress was gone. He was still cold where he should be, and the tenderness he should have was not returned.
Isn't the heat enough?
She simply rolled, so Zhao Luer used all his strength to roll on the dragon bed, rolling left and right, which made her dizzy and dazzled, but Nan Ye still didn't react.
She turned her snow-white belly upward, swayed her limbs, and continued to act coquettishly...
The stone still didn't respond. Instead, it looked indifferent and unmoved?
When he found that this trick no longer worked, he could only jump into Nan Ye's arms again, rub his chest, armpits, arms, back of hands, stick out his tongue, lick his chin... It's best for Nan Ye
Finally he stroked her helplessly
"I'm just worried, not angry with you..."
Zhao Luer was extremely upset when he heard this. Was Nan Ye playing tricks on her? Since he wasn't angry with her, he should have told her earlier, causing her to have to work so hard to please her.
She jumped out of Nan Ye's arms angrily, raised her head arrogantly, and stopped rubbing, causing her smooth white hair to get messy. She stretched hard and decided to go out for a walk.
Nan Ye had no intention of sleeping anymore. He walked to the front of the desk and sat down. He saw a picture on the desk at a glance. This was...