Husband is bad: evil president is not easy to mess with

According to what I heard in the market today, the cruel methods of the third prince's torture of prisoners, if you don't hand it over, those people in Zuixianglou will definitely be tortured to death by the third prince with various tortures. the officials...

Originally, Qiucao wanted to delete some of the list in the booklet and hand it over, but now, after hearing that the third prince is such a cruel person, Qiucao hesitated.

Although she doesn't know much about officialdom, Qiucao also understands very well that those who can make the third prince miss must be people with high official positions, and if these people are good officials, then...

Thinking of this, Qiucao couldn't help but squeeze the blue book tightly. If these people are good officials, then... handing over this is tantamount to destroying the Mu country...

The more Qiucao thought about it, the more entangled she became, and the more depressed she became, and finally couldn't help but slammed her forehead on the table in grief and indignation.Why did she, an ordinary little girl, have to face such a difficult choice? Why? Why?

Qiucao burst into tears.

Just as he was struggling, there was a knock on the door, followed by Mu Zihuang's worried voice: "Princess? Are you there, concubine? Concubine, the king has come in."

Qiucao was startled, and quickly put away the roster and hid it under the bed. When she turned around, she just saw Mu Zihuang pushing the door in.

Qiu Cao stayed there, motionless, standing straight, her mind spinning rapidly, thinking about how Mu Zihuang would answer if she asked what she was doing.

"I heard from Xiao Hong, you think this king is so thinking that you don't even want to eat dinner?" Mu Zihuang walked over with a smile, and made a signature move, touching the autumn grass left and right, but there was no sign of the autumn grass. He slapped off his own wolf claws like usual, but stood there and let himself be molested. He couldn't help feeling a little itchy and unaccustomed to it, and wondered, "Princess, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah?" Qiucao suddenly came back to her senses, and said with a dry smile, "No, it's okay, what's the matter with me?"

"Is it really okay?" Mu Ziyan frowned, and the wolf hand continued to insult Qiucao along the route just now.

Undoubtedly, the autumn grass that came back to her senses pinched her teeth and grinned, and yelled: "Wow wow wow——Princess, you murdered your own husband, you are so serious!"

Qiucao glared at him: "Who told you to be so dishonest!"

Mu Zihuang looked aggrieved: "You are the wife of this king, so it's not illegal to moleste!"

"..." What kind of fallacy is this, the autumn grass is full of black lines.

Mu Zihuang took her speechless as having agreed with his own point of view, and stuck to her, grabbed Qiucao's hand, caressed it lewdly, and praised, "Princess, your hand is so beautiful!" Smooth, how do you take care of it?"

……

Can this person open his eyes and talk a little more nonsense?She worked as a handyman in Zuixianglou for a year, how could her hands be tender and slippery?If you don't have calluses, you have to thank God for the gift!

However, these words cannot be uttered, so Qiucao had no choice but to grit her teeth and said brazenly, "Thank you King Mu for your exaggeration."

Mu Zihuang continued to rub the oil on Qiucao's hands, and said solemnly, "Princess, you forgot again, in the Mu Palace, you have to be called by my name."

"..."

Faced with such a situation, Qiucao really didn't know what to say. She wanted to slap him, but thought it was better not to waste energy, because no matter how much she slapped, Mu Ziyun would still stick to him like brown sugar in the end. ==