Zhao Zongheng's breath suffocated when he heard these words.
I still hold a grudge.
He looked sideways at the construction of the hut and felt that it looked like a big steamer. The mist rising from under his feet was lingering, and the Si Ningchi lying on the wooden couch looked like a white, tender and delicious bun.
He pulled at the collar of his clothes unnaturally and walked towards Si Ningchi. The closer he got, the more clearly he could see her exquisite and graceful body, with the white gauze skirt wrapping her waist.
The sweat from the hot steam soaked his thin shirt, and he could almost see the naked body under the skirt...
Zhao Zongheng's breathing suddenly stopped and he turned his head and opened his eyes.
"Is the queen angry with me?" He looked forward, looking at the white mist and hot air rising in the room, he felt that his whole body was in a panic, and his face was also tinged with a hint of crimson.
"Hmph." Si Ningchi snorted softly. Seeing his posture, he could sit still and look ahead without bothering to look at himself.
If he is really not a womanizer, he should not be an emperor, but a monk...
Si Ningchi stood up and raised his hand to casually wipe the dripping sweat on his chin, and said in a lazy and casual tone: "How dare you, my concubine, to be angry with the emperor?"
She wiped the sweat stains and stood up and said: "It's really hard to be a queen."
Si Ningchi stepped on the floor and wanted to get out, but the heat accidentally burned the soles of her feet. She exclaimed and fell backwards. A hand gently held her waist, which should have stabilized her.
The figure was out of shape, but I don't know why he was so convulsed. Before Si Ningchi could stand firm, the hand holding her waist retracted.
Si Ningchi fell firmly into Zhao Zongheng's arms: "..."
The thin fabric really couldn't hinder anything. Si Ningchi hurriedly covered his skirt and chest, and looked up at Zhao Zongheng in a panic and shyness.
I thought I would see an expression of embarrassment or something else, but I didn't expect to see him look abnormally twisted.
Si Ningchi: "?"
"Your Majesty, you don't want to say that I am a very important concubine, right?" Si Ningchi stared at his face and gritted his teeth, his eyes were extremely sinister.
"..."
Zhao Zongheng's lips trembled slightly: "My leg seems to be broken."
When Siningchi heard this, he glared angrily: "Zhao Zongheng!!!"
At that moment, Si Ningchi, who transformed into a little beast, rushed towards Zhao Zongheng with his teeth and claws bared, as if he wanted to strangle him to death.
Zhao Zongheng easily grabbed her fluttering little hand and pressed her against the wall with a slight pressure. What he could see was the woman's chest that was heaving back and forth due to anger, a very bright spring color, and her legs were easily suppressed by him.
Only a pair of big wet eyes were left staring at her in embarrassment.
I don’t know if it’s the heat that’s hitting my head, or some uncontrollable emotions rising up.
Zhao Zongheng stared at her for a long time, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her moist red lips, and his warm and moist tongue gently swept over her lips.
Immediately, Siningchi's back felt numb. He froze in place, his eyes widened and he stopped breathing.
"You're eating Xue Mei Niang." Si Ningchi's mind went blank, and just when she didn't know how to react, the man who suppressed her suddenly said these words in a very strange way.
Si Ningchi blinked and looked at Zhao Zongheng's sad expression in front of him, as if he was accusing her of eating secretly behind his back!
"I..." She opened her mouth, trying to defend herself.
"Don't explain, I won't listen." Zhao Zongheng let go of Si Ningchi's hand, stood up and strode away.
"..."
Si Ningchi was left in a daze for a long time without regaining her composure. Wasn't this dog emperor kissing her just to verify whether she had eaten secretly?
Based on what she has learned about the Dog Emperor over this period of time, she feels...
Very possible!!!
Crazy!
Si Ningchi wiped her mouth angrily and licked her lips with her tongue. She just ate one and was it discovered?
When Si Ningchi came out of the room, Zhao Zongheng had already left, without even leaving a word for her. This made Si Ningchi have to think more, right? Can you get angry even if you steal a snack?
As the night got darker, Si Ningchi washed himself and lay down on the bed, tossing and turning for a long time but couldn't fall asleep. He kept inadvertently recalling the way Zhao Zongheng lowered his eyes and leaned over to kiss him in the wooden house. He always felt...
"Ah, the Dog Emperor!" Si Ningchi shook his head, covered his head with a hood, and forced himself not to think about it anymore.
Inside Xuanming Hall.
Wang Chengxiang lit up the candle and glanced sideways at the emperor, who was sitting beside the dragon table with his back straight and upright. The ink on the cinnabar pen in his hand had dried up. He had not yet finished writing, and the folded book on the table had not been turned over.
The strange appearance really makes people wonder, what happened when the emperor went to Fengwu Palace?
Seeing that the ink on the millstone was almost dry, and the night was getting darker, Wang Chengxiang couldn't help but stepped forward and called: "Your Majesty?"
Zhao Zongheng's fingers trembled slightly as he regained consciousness and raised his eyes to look at Wang Chengxiang.
"It's late at night. If Your Majesty is tired today, why don't you go and have a rest earlier?" Wang Chengxiang looked at Zhao Zongheng carefully and worriedly.
"...No need." Zhao Zongheng lowered his head again, looked at the unread notes on the desk, took a deep breath, frowned, and started reviewing.
Wang Chengxiang was murmuring in his heart as he watched, completely unable to understand the emperor's thoughts.
For several days in a row, I saw that the emperor was often in a trance. He had never seen such a scene in his many years of serving the emperor. Even when he was in charge of the government, he was in a state of trance.
"Mr. Wang, what's happened to the Emperor these days?" Several military ministers noticed the clues, and they both came to Wang Chengxiang to inquire: "But the Emperor's dragon body is ill?"
"I don't know, I don't know." Wang Chengxiang himself was confused, and he bowed and said: "The imperial doctor just asked for Ping'an pulse a few days ago, and the emperor's body is healthy and there is no abnormality."
"This..." The ministers also felt strange, and they couldn't help but wonder if the emperor was tired because of the numerous court affairs?
Several ministers speculated and discussed for a long time, and decided to advise the emperor to hold a Cuju competition to let the emperor relax and unwind. It is not appropriate to be nervous with so many court affairs!
Zhao Zongheng rubbed his eyebrows, as if to relieve fatigue: "Cuju competition?"
Zhao Zongheng was slightly surprised by the ministers' suggestions. He looked at several veteran ministers who had always been strict and harsh and raised their eyebrows: "Why is Mr. Zhu so interested in the Cuju competition this year?"
In previous years, they would suppress this Cuju thing if they could, and push it if they could. They always said that as a king, you should not neglect government affairs and have fun. But this year, it is strange that they actually mentioned it on their own initiative. Looking at that
The look of persuasion was as if he wished the emperor could play Cuju in person.
"This veteran also remembered for a moment that the Cuju competition has not been held for more than half a year. Although it is a fun event, it is also an excellent balance between work and rest."
