1830. Chapter 1830 Wrongly provoked the tyrant 111
A drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.
"Forget it, it seems that the emperor won't appreciate the embroidery I made."
Ming Xiaochen took the embroidery back from his hand, pouted and said dullly.
"Why don't you appreciate it? Can you give this embroidery to me after you finish it?"
This must be her first embroidery, and an inexplicable impulse made him ask for it.
"Your Majesty, do you want such ugly embroidery? How about I learn to embroider a more beautiful one and give it to you."
Wouldn't it be nice to give him such ugly embroidery? Ming Xiaochen suggested.
"No, this is what I want."
Han Junrong reached out and touched the embroidery, and said in a tone that did not require rejection.
"Okay, but the embroidery is not finished yet. I'll give it to you after I finish it."
She originally wanted to embroider dragons and phoenixes for good luck, but now she only embroidered a phoenix, but the dragon was not embroidered yet.
"It doesn't matter, I'll wait for you to finish the embroidery."
A pair of deep eyes did not leave her body for a moment. He felt that she was a little strange, but he didn't know where it was. A trace of worry hit his heart unconsciously.
"Well, your Majesty, aren't you busy today? You've been too busy these past two days to see me."
Ming Xiaochen put the embroidery in his hand on the coffee table and said.
"My beloved concubine."
Han Junrong was stunned for a while after hearing her words. He was not too busy to see her.
It was because he didn't know how to face her. He thought she would question him, but she didn't.
She even found a reason for him not to see her, and his heart suddenly felt uncomfortable.
He would rather she pointed at him angrily and asked him why he did this to her, instead of acting like this, which would only make him feel even more uncomfortable.
"It doesn't matter. After all, state affairs are important."
Ming Xiaochen raised his head and smiled at him.
"My beloved concubine, you..."
When Han Junrong's words came to his lips, he found that he couldn't ask the question and couldn't help but frown in annoyance.
"The emperor is not handsome when he frowns."
Ming Xiaochen knew what he wanted to ask, but deliberately pretended not to know. Seeing him frowning, she stretched out catkins covered with needle holes to smooth his wrinkles.
"Xiaochen..."
Han Junrong reached out and held her catkins. He was about to say something, but she suddenly pulled his head down, and her pink red lips pressed against his sexy thin lips.
She didn't want to mention that matter anymore, and sealing his mouth was the most straightforward way.
That incident was a pain that she could never forget for the rest of her life, no, it was a shame.
From now on, she will no longer feel pain. She has learned to forget how to feel pain.
The moment her red lips kissed him, he was stunned for the first time.
He didn't expect that she would take the initiative to kiss him. Her red lips only stayed on his lips for a moment and then moved away.
The two days of suppression suddenly exploded when her lips touched his.
As soon as the slender ape arms were stretched out, they already lifted up her slender waist, pulling her body closer to him, and clasped the back of her head with his other hand.
He leaned down and kissed her lips deeply.
Her arms quietly wrapped around his neck, and she stood on tiptoes and followed him to the bottom.
The bright sunshine fell on their bodies hugging each other closely, and a few birds chirped in the quiet courtyard, but they could not cover up the charming beauty of the courtyard.
"My beloved concubine, Xiaochen, I want you."
After touching her, he lost all reason and let her know how much he wanted her.
