Ding Yaoyao glared resentfully at the so-called "pen" that made her make a fool of herself, and wiped the sweat from her face... Ah! What a tragedy! She just had a lot of black ink on her hand! She looked at it quickly
One glance at Ruo'er and Situ Qing made Ding Yaoyao very sure that these two people could hardly hold it in any longer.
As she quickly ran back to the house, she heard a burst of wild laughter coming from outside. Ding Yaoyao wiped the ink off her face with a towel until her face looked like a monkey's butt.
But I don't even dare to go out and face those two unscrupulous guys.
It wasn't until the abnormal redness faded from her face that Ding Yaoyao dared to walk out of her Qingshui Tower and went to the pavilion under the tree: "Hey! Situ Qing!... Damn it! If you dare to laugh again, believe it or not, I will kick you.
Kick you out!"
Situ Qing, who had already stopped laughing, couldn't help but want to laugh again when he saw Ding Yaoyao. However, due to Ding Yaoyao's lustful power, the most important thing was that he wanted to know what Landlord Fighting was, so he suppressed his full smile.
He looked at Ding Yaoyao seriously in his stomach: "Please give me your instructions!"
Ding Yaoyao rolled her eyes at Ruo'er: "Bring out a deck chair for me." This was the first time that Ding Yaoyao called himself me in front of Ruo'er. Ruo'er was so frightened that she didn't dare to laugh anymore, thinking about this.
The master is the master, he usually looks very kind, but he still has a bit of a temper.
Ding Yaoyao sat down heavily on the recliner. Ding Yaoyao glared at Situ Qing with murderous eyes. He stared at Situ Qing until he felt a little embarrassed. Then he closed his eyes with satisfaction, "Okay! It worked! I'll see how dare you laugh at me in the future."
"Situ Qing, use your blunt pen to draw a heart-shaped picture for me!" Ding Yaoyao began to give orders. She wanted to see how this Situ Qing used this so-called blunt pen.
It's such a simple painting, but poor lady Ding Guiren can actually draw a piece of shit... Situ Qing held his stomach with his left hand and held the pen with his right hand. The peak of the pen turned slightly to one side, and a heart came out!
Damn it! Ding Yaoyao was dumbfounded. How could he be so relaxed?
Seeing Ding Yaoyao's speechless expression, Situ Qing couldn't help but put down his pen and put his right hand on his stomach. Oh my god, who will save him? Why did this empress look so harmless but made him laugh until his stomach hurt?
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As if he noticed something, Ding Yaoyao suddenly looked at Situ Qing: "What are you holding your stomach for?" Situ Qing, who was caught off guard and laughed, quickly softened the stiff smile on his face without leaving a trace, and then pretended to be in pain.
He looked at Ding Yaoyao: "Madam, I suddenly have a severe stomachache, so..."