Chapter 135: Isn't the more painful the merrier? 15
Since he's not here, I don't have to worry about things here anymore. I turned around and was about to leave, when I saw a young eunuch walking over. I quickly called him and asked, and he said that the king was in the royal study.
In the imperial study room? After a night of such wild passion, he actually still has energy in the imperial study room. It seems that his energy is so strong that it exceeds my imagination?
Tang Xiaoning asked: "How come those beauties are like that? Why are they sleeping so hard?"
I smiled and said, "Maybe it's because I worked too hard to serve the King last night? I don't know exactly."
After hearing this, Tang Xiaoning blinked and said to herself: "Do you need to work so hard to serve the king? It seems that they are really working hard. We really shouldn't bother them to rest."
In front of the Imperial Study Room, Xiao Lingzi was standing there, head held high, very respectful.
Seeing me coming, Xiao Lingzi saluted slightly. I signaled him to be silent, and then walked in slowly. He was sitting in front of the desk, reading a memorial. When he saw me coming in, he just put down the memorial in his hand, and his voice was a little hoarse.
Said: "The floods in southern Xinjiang seem to be more serious. It is rumored that a strange beast is causing trouble."
I looked at his eyes, which were bloodshot. I must have stayed up too late last night. I felt a blockage in my heart, which made me a little breathless. I forced a smile and said, "You don't
Do you want to remove it yourself?"
His lips were a little dry. He pursed his lips slightly and said, "Other than this, who else can those cowards in the court send? Haha, you also know that I don't have military power in my hands at all. Even if they are afraid of me,
It’s just a superficial show, there are no two people who are willing to truly obey me.”
I shut up knowingly, smiled bitterly, and did not answer his words.
His eyes flowed gently on my body, like that flaming red rose, swaying gently in the wind, like a ball of fire, which made my body hurt slightly. I stood there and couldn't help but feel for a moment.
I know what to do. I used to be so overbearing and strong and would not bow to him, but now I have become so weak.
I seem to have slowly begun to care about his feelings. Although I refuse to hand over my military power, why is my heart as uncomfortable as his? Shouldn't I be happier the more I see him in pain?