Every male protagonist wants to fuck me

Chapter 235 And use the title to lure the king's heart (23)

Splitting headache.

The wrist is restrained by an invisible force and cannot break free.

The misty eyes opened, and stars twinkled in the dark eyes.

The dazzling light shone on the carpet embroidered with luxurious patterns, and the broken light stimulated him to close his eyes physiologically.

After getting used to it for a while, he opened his eyes again. The hall outside the Showa Hall was empty, the door of the hall was knocked down on the ground, and a little palace lady knelt three meters away from him with low eyebrows.

His hands were tied to the pear wood cabinet.

Lifting his eyes to look at the shivering little palace maid, all the invisible pressure was released.

The little maid immediately trembled like a candle in the wind.

Tongue coating pressed against the roof of the mouth, suppressing the raging anger, Murong Jue said in a deep voice, "You tied me up?"

The little maid lowered her head and said in a voice like a mosquito: "I dare not."

Her lips were pursed and turned pale, as if she was extremely frightened, her lips were trembling unconsciously.

"Yes, it's the empress..."

Murong Jue frowned at the little palace maid's faltering and hesitating appearance. He suppressed the urge to kill, and said coldly: "What's going on? If you can't explain clearly, I will cut off your tongue."

The little maid lay down on the ground in fright, and a dull voice sounded in a panic.

"Last night, His Majesty broke into the door, pestered, pestered, and made a fuss for half the night. Empress, Empress, got angry and tied up His Majesty..."

break in...

The heroic sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, Murong Jue tried hard to recall what happened last night, but his head hurt like it was going to explode, the pain was so severe just thinking about it, he couldn't recall what happened last night at all.

Unable to remember for a while, Murong Jue had no choice but to give up.

"Where's the queen?"

Showa Hall was so quiet that no third person's breathing could be heard.

Thinking of Xi Ning running away again, Murong Jue's face was so ugly that ink dripped out.

"My lady, my lady—"

The stammering look of the court lady was really disturbing, and Murong Jue's eyes couldn't help turning colder.

Just as he was about to reprimand, a calm and restrained female voice suddenly sounded from the entrance of the hall.

"It's not enough for Your Majesty to mess around in the concubine's palace last night. Do you want to bully the people in the concubine's palace now?"

Hearing Xi Ning's familiar voice, Murong Jue's first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief.

Just about to refute that there was no bullying, Xi Ning walked up to him with a bowl of light porridge.

His attention was instantly shifted to the light porridge. Murong Jue looked at Xi Ning who looked calm, with cautious temptation and expectation hidden in his eyes.

"You did it yourself?"

Xi Ning put the light porridge on the side table, and waved away the maid who was about to be scared to cry by Murong Jue.

Only the emperor and empress were left in the huge palace.

Xi Ning lowered his eyes and earnestly untied the silk ribbon that tied Murong Jue, and explained softly: "It is a helpless act for a concubine to tie up His Majesty, and I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

"Zhen...did you do anything out of line last night?" Murong Jue didn't know what to do, so he could only carefully study Xi Ning's expression and asked hesitantly.

Xi Ning took the dishes, stirred the light porridge that wasn't thick with a porcelain spoon, scooped up a spoonful, put it near his mouth and blew it, tested the temperature, and fed it to Murong Jue's mouth with familiar movements.

This person's expression was too calm, and he couldn't see any flaws at all.

Murong Jue gave up looking into it, and obediently opened his mouth to accept Xi Ning's feeding.

Swallowing the bland white porridge, his Adam's apple rolled sexyly a few times.

Before feeding him the second bite, Xi Ning calmly answered Murong Jue's questions and anxiety.

"Your Majesty tricked his concubines into doing the most outrageous things, why bother to stick to last night?"

Murong Jue lowered his eyes speechlessly, guilty of not daring to look at the person in front of him.

"I heard that His Majesty often suffers from abdominal pain these days?"

The porcelain spoon and porcelain bowl collided with a crisp sound.

Xi Ning quietly looked at the light porridge in the bowl, his tone was light and shallow, and he couldn't hear the ups and downs of emotions, nor could he tell the difference between emotions and anger.

In front of all civil and military officials, the emperor, who is the only one who stands alone, hangs his head even lower, and his slender fingers are digging at the hem edged with gold thread, looking at a loss like a child who has done something wrong.

"Your Majesty doesn't care about your body so much, is it because you want your concubine to be a widow at a young age?"

Xi Ning stirred and stirred, then took a spoonful and fed it into his stomach.

Tsk, it's really light.

The delicate brows furrowed imperceptibly.

The wrist was tightly clenched, and the uncontrollable force pulled Xi Ning's attention away from the porridge. The man's eyes were blush seductively, and his neck, ear tips, and cheeks were all as red as a boiled duck.

Even though he was ashamed, the man was still staring at her, his deep voice trembling slightly.

"You, are you not angry with me?"

Seeing this man's violent ups and downs, Xi Ning sighed quietly, and said somewhat helplessly: "I have never been angry with Your Majesty."

She solemnly looked at the handsome young man in front of her, and said softly and firmly: "But in the future, your majesty can no longer treat and imprison the concubine as he did a few days ago. If there is another time, the concubine will not Angry, but heartbroken.”

Murong Jue looked at the gentle and calm girl, and suddenly seemed to see the unsmiling little girl when he was young. The two overlapped, and his heart was hit hard.

Yes, what kind of relationship can compare with their youthful affection?

"Ningning, if your father's dying wish was for you to marry someone you don't love, would you agree?"

The strength of the wrist grip increased a bit.

The man stared into her eyes, with a kind of determination to give up everything.

Xi Ning didn't move his eyebrows, and his words were heartless and cold.

"Parents to enrich people."

Murong Jue let go of Xi Ning's wrist, and leaned back against the pear wood cabinet, as if the question just now exhausted all his courage and energy.

Getting the expected answer did not relax his mind, but put a heavy shackle on his heart.

Because at the moment when he asked this question, he suddenly remembered that his father, the emperor, also made a decree to become a queen when he was dying.

It was her father's last wish that Xi Ning married Sheng Ze in his previous life, and he did not want her to get mixed into the muddy waters of the capital.

In this life, she returned to Beijing, so why not because of his father's will?

In the final analysis, the Xi family is full of loyalty, and Xi Ning pampers and protects him, but it is because he is the future prince and the lord of the world.

If he wasn't the direct son of the Murong royal family, I'm afraid this love would have nothing to do with him.

Murong Jue, who thought everything through clearly, closed his eyes, feeling sad and pitiful.

Xi Ning, who was kneeling in front of him, straightened his back, watched Murong Jue vividly interpreting what is called a changeable expression in front of her, wanted to hold his shoulders, and questioned him fiercely. Some kind of gibberish.

"Your Majesty, the light porridge is made by the concubine himself. For the sake of your holy body, you'd better drink it while it's hot."

This time, Murong Jue quietly took the dishes from Xi Ning's hands, lowered his eyes, and drank the porridge in silence.

Xi Ning remained calm on his face, but secretly clenched his fists behind his back.

(End of this chapter)