Zhao Yuanzhen secretly thought that was bad. Seeing Si Qionglian rushing towards him impatiently, he felt sick, turned around and walked out of the room, locking the door behind his back.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Si Qionglian threw herself into the air. Seeing the closed door, she was shocked and panicked. The feeling of emptiness seemed to drown her. Si Qionglian staggered and knelt down by the door, trying to catch up.
When she went out, she found that the door was locked, leaving her rolling around in the room unbearably, touching and tearing her clothes and moaning.
After all, Zhao Yuanzhen is a martial arts practitioner. Compared to Si Qionglian's gaffe, he behaved much calmer.
He almost couldn't wait to leave the Nuan Pavilion. He originally wanted to find someone to get cold water, but he didn't see anyone serving him after leaving the Nuan Pavilion. Zhao Yuanzhen became more and more sure that someone must be secretly manipulating everything today.
"Holy King?" Zhao Yuanzhen's thoughts were on the verge of collapse. When the potency of the medicine was increasing little by little, a figure appeared in front of him. The woman in military armor held a roll of imperial edict in her hand. She looked like she had come specially to find Zhao.
Yuan Xun's.
"The emperor asked me to discuss with you the city defense issue a few days ago..." Han Yulang looked coldly, raised his hand and handed over the imperial edict in his hand and said: "This is what the emperor asked me to give to you."
"..."
Zhao Yuanzhen's expression was intentional, and his unabashed gaze fell on Han Yulang, which instantly made Han Yulang a little wary.
She silently took half a step back, stared at Zhao Yuanzhen and asked, "Is there something wrong with the Holy King?"
Han Yulang didn't want to be a good person, so he immediately said: "I'm going to see the imperial doctor."
As she said that, she turned around and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuanzhen suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pulled Han Yulang into his arms. His lips pressed against her neck, and his heavy breathing shocked Han Yulang's face. <
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Almost in an instant, she grabbed Zhao Yuanxi's hand, and with a backhand twist, it was a standard grab, and she was firmly pressed to the ground.
"What are you doing!" Han Yulang was shocked and angry, gritting his teeth angrily.
"Hiss——!"
The charming thoughts that Zhao Yuanzhen had just now dissipated in an instant, and his arm almost dislocated in her hands.
She is really merciless!
Zhao Yuanzhen gasped and closed his eyes, secretly bit the tip of his tongue and said: "General Han, this king has been set up..."
Zhao Yuanzhen sighed and said, "Can you let go first?"
"No." Han Yulang refused without hesitation. He looked at Zhao Yuanzhen as if he were looking at a dangerous person. She was not an ignorant woman in the boudoir. Looking at Zhao Yuanzhen's awkward situation, he looked at it again.
Looking at his uncontrollable expression of being in heat, it was immediately clear.
"Even if I have deep inner strength, I can't suppress this thing. General Han's gang..." Before Zhao Yuanzhen could finish his words, he found that Han Yulang had let go of his hand. He straightened up and before he could rejoice, he was faced with a huge
The fist hit his nose directly.
The force hit him so hard that he lay down, and a stream of hot blood flowed from his nose. The dull pain was very effective in suppressing the restlessness in his body.
Zhao Yuanzhen covered his nose and raised his eyes in disbelief at the woman standing condescendingly. It was the first time in his life that he was beaten by a woman.
Han Yulang looked at Zhao Yuanxi with a disgusted expression and said, "Okay, I'll help you."
As he spoke, Han Yulang stepped forward, clenched his fists and stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Yuanxi's collar. Looking at her action, he obviously wanted to punch her again.