Xiao Lian asked in a sweet voice: "Who dares to make Your Majesty angry?"
"Shy! Who else will there be besides that shrew? I really didn't expect that she would be such a shrew... If I don't give her some color, she will ride on my head in the future..."
The two looked at each other in shock.
"Your Majesty, how dare Feng Zhaoyi hit you?"
Luo Jia was in a mess: "How dare she hit me?"
"Then, your hand?"
"It's okay, don't ask!"
"Your Majesty, don't be angry, come and have a drink first..."
Beauty, mellow wine.
Xiao Lian seemed to have no idea about this. Before Zhang Jieyu could hint, she had already handed it over one cup after another: "Your Majesty, drink it, drink it, tonight, I will accompany you to get drunk..." Only
Only when you are drunk can your Majesty never return tonight!
That night, His Majesty returns and lets him leave, and he will be called a natural beauty. That is a kind of jealousy and comparison of women's nature - how can other women be more important in his heart than themselves?
Feng Zhaoyi, she has a big belly, why should she?
So what about the dragon seed? Now, your Majesty is still falling into his pomegranate skirt?
Her inner happiness, her voice became even softer, and her slender hands, as if the wine was like tea, were handed over continuously. When Zhang Jieyu saw her like this, she was happy and worried. At this time, Xiao Lian was already like this.
Where can I still have my own status in the future?
Moreover, His Majesty has been in the Liuli Palace these days, and she is very clear, it is entirely for Xiao Lian, not for herself. She has only been with Xiao Lian dozens of times before she can get to her once. Even the reward given by His Majesty,
Xiao Lian also had a vague momentum to surpass herself. Her villa was already beautifully decorated by flattering palace maids.
She felt complicated and looked at her, but she saw that Xiao Lian was still as sucked in His Majesty's arms. His Majesty was holding the beauty, and he just drank in a muffled voice, as if he didn't care about anything, as if he was about to drink to death.
A palace maid ran in panic. Zhang Jieyu gave a wink. She quietly came in and stuck it in her ear: "Feng Zhaoyi is going to give birth... Lizheng Palace is in chaos..."