"There is a hole in the bandage and others will be suspicious," he said, finally using a knife to loosen the knot of the bandage. She knew that he was observing her breasts, and she could be sure from his lustful eyes. However, the next moment she was dead.
, she thought, so she wouldn’t care about him so much. But she realized that he didn’t mean to kill her at all. Instead, he took off the medical patch from her bandage and put a new one on it. “Hey, you’re not.
Do you want to kill me? Huh?" She screamed: "How could you not keep your promise, you bad guy?" If she hadn't been unable to move at this moment, she would have picked up the knife immediately without bothering him, let alone blame him here.
Looking at her snow-white breasts rising and falling with excitement, he felt hot blood flowing through his body. He wanted to kiss that alluring skin, but he reminded himself that she was hurting, and she was his new concubine.
, he had plenty of time to be close to her. She was so beautiful and alluring. Now he finally understood why he felt so compelled to get her when he first saw her portrait.
Her shout attracted the palace maids to come in. They were dumbfounded when they saw their king personally changing the dressing for the Chaoyang Concubine. They hesitated to step forward because in their memories, their king always seemed to be like the one on his face.
The mask is as cold and hard as a bronze sculpture. He has never been attached to any concubine, and even looking at them feels like a waste of time. But he actually changed the dressing for Concubine Chaoyang with his own hands? This is really a big deal in this castle.
"The king asked us to come," the maids said, even though their king seemed to be very skilled in changing the dressing, and the tenderness in his eyes when he looked at his new concubine was so lingering that it made them chuckle.
They didn't dare to let loose in front of him, but they saw that his eyes were no longer so cold under his cold bronze mask, which made them no longer tremble and tremble. "What?" They heard the maids respectfully address this copper-clad man.
The man who carved the mask was the king, and the Demon Chef was dumbfounded. "Tell me," she glared at the maids, and said, "please tell me the truth. Your king should be an old man over seventy years old, right?" She said
His eyes wandered back and forth between the palace maid and the man.
"Who said our king is seventy years old?" A palace maid said with a smile, "The seventy-year-old king is our late king. Our current king ascended the throne three months ago. He is not much older than you, Concubine Chaoyang."
"So," the Demon Chef looked at the man in the bronze mask: "Are you the current king of Si Zhao Kingdom?" She looked him up and down, and then she noticed that he was wearing a noble dragon costume. "Oh my God! Why didn't I notice that?
That guy's dragon robe," she murmured to herself, "Have I been blinded by a ghost?"
"Take good care of Concubine Chaoyang." The young king told the palace maid: "Put away all the sharp tools here, and wrap the hard objects thickly with cotton to prevent Concubine Chaoyang from banging her head."
"I bite my tongue and commit suicide..." she yelled at him
"Really?" He smiled and looked at her with interest: "I will let the maids force you to drink a glass of yogurt later. Then your teeth will become soft and you will no longer have the power to bite your tongue to commit suicide." He
Smiling again, she was speechless after leaving, feeling that she was at a disadvantage for being played by him like a fool. But when she looked at his leaving back with her eyes bulging angrily, she felt that he was indescribably familiar with her.
She had seen this figure from behind somewhere, but she really couldn't remember where. She had lived in an inn since she was a child, and people came and went. She had seen too many people, but the familiarity he gave her was too unusual.