I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Sir.

The most familiar source of this word should be in Water Margin, one of the four great classics.

Ok.

That's right.

It is the legendary Ximen Daguanren who has been passed down through the ages.

Since Fujiwara no Reihime was able to teach the Dream of the Red Chamber to the little Japanese princess in the Imperial Palace, she must have had some knowledge of Water Margin.

only.

She is not afraid to think of herself as Pan Jinlian, but Jiang Chen does not think of himself as Ximen Qing!

Ok.

If we put ourselves in the prince's perspective, they seem to be no different from Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing.

Don't even say it.

Speaking of this, although the short and ugly Watari Tetsuya and the sesame cake selling Wu Dalang have very different identities, their personal images are strangely overlapping!

History always repeats itself in a surprising way?

Far away.

At this moment, in this situation, Jiang Chen naturally had no time to pay attention to alternative names. After taking a step back to the door, his calmed emotions surged again.

"How did you get in?!"

Miss Fujiwara lay calmly on her side at the head of the bed, even curling up her long white silk legs lazily.

"Although combination locks are convenient, they are still not as reliable as mechanical locks."

It's equivalent to saying.

Was it "decrypted"?

That’s right, even if she was the “boss lady”, Wan Wenya would definitely not take the initiative to open the door for her.

It has nothing to do with what lock it is.

Any lock can protect against gentlemen but not against villains.

The question is when did she find the time to learn the skills of breaking into houses and picking locks?

and.

Do you think it’s natural to pick someone else’s lock?

Aren't you afraid of calling the police?!

Ok.

It is possible that she was certain that the victim would not call the police, and her judgment was very accurate.

Jiang Chen stood outside his bedroom door with a gloomy expression. He didn't even dare to call the police, let alone ask for help.

Look at what the other person is wearing.

Incredible!

How can I let others see it?

really.

Don't pop champagne at halftime.

I thought he left, but ended up sleeping in his bed.

"Come in, it's getting late..."

When Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing were hooking up together, they probably looked like this, except without modern underwear.

Fujiwara Reiji closed the book and yawned.

It's okay to pry open the door.

Where did she get this dress?

There is no room of my own.

I didn’t see her carrying any “luggage” when she was drinking just now. Could it be that she had an helper?

"You come to Shenzhou this time to represent something other than yourself. Get up!"

Jiang Chen shouted in a deep and fierce voice, "The Ximen Master in the past was not so unromantic."

Unexpected.

Fujiwara Reiji actually supported herself on the bed and changed from lying on her side to sitting up.

Just sat up.

"Does the slave family look good?"

Okay.

The advancement of modern technology is demonstrated more thoroughly. The thick black hair falls down the mountains like a waterfall, forming a fierce visual contrast between white and black. The curled legs cause the white silk to fold into blood-stirring wrinkles, and with the light filter, this scene simply crushes all the sellers' shows!

If Ms. Fujiwara is willing to post pictures and give positive reviews, she can at least enjoy a cashback on the original price from the merchant!

"Put your clothes on!"

Jiang Chen still spoke harshly, but cleverly avoided the other party's questions. No matter whether he was in a good or bad mood, he could not go against his conscience.

Why did he need to affirm the beauty of this stunner? How could such a vulgar woman be able to bewitch the first heir to the Fujiwara family?

"Isn't this slave wearing clothes?"

Jiang Chen was suddenly speechless again.

Are you wearing it?

Indeed, I wore it.

But it’s better not to wear it.

Sometimes being naked is not as tempting as being clothed, and this is a powerful portrayal.

"Put on your own clothes!"

Fujiwara Reiki didn't mince words this time, "My clothes are not here, how about you help me find them?"

Jiang Chen, who had no time to care, almost acquiesced to the title and fell into the trap. With Miss Fujiwara's lips raised, he walked into the bedroom and began to rummage through the drawers.

"Where are your clothes?!"

Not in the cupboard.

None on the ground.

Not even under the bed!

……

Fujiwara Reiji blinked her eyes, remained silent, and sat on the bed with her legs bent, looking pitiful.

It must be Jiang Chen.

If it were any other animal, she would not be pitiful at this moment, but would be in excruciating pain, with her screams heartbreaking.

Jiang Chen breathed shortly and stared at her.

"If you mind my staying here, I will leave."

When their eyes met, Fujiwara no Reiji was the first to give in. She crawled out of bed in submission, and the beautiful scenery inevitably appeared in front of her.

waterfall.

Peaks.

Dense forest.

It is truly the most magnificent landscape in the world.

She walked out with her bare feet, without even wearing shoes.

Of course Jiang Chen knew that she was acting, and he couldn't be more certain of it, but this is where men are at a disadvantage.

Even though he knew she was pretending, he still stopped her when she just reached the bedroom door and before she even reached the living room.

"stop!"

Although someone seemed to be nonchalant when Wu Dalang, no, Prince Watari Zheya was mentioned, but if other people saw the body of this beauty, or her appearance at this moment, he... could not accept it.

At least in front of him, he couldn't accept it.

Fujiwara Reiki stopped.

From lying to sitting to standing, different postures were performed one by one. And you have to know that she was facing away from Jiang Chen at this time. The transparent tulle fabric could not cover the plump peaches at all, and it was heavy but not drooping, and it was highly elastic and upright. It was hard to imagine how crazy the touch would be.

"Are you planning to go out like this?"

"Would you like to borrow a piece of clothing from me?"

Fujiwara Reiji did not turn around, so her expression could not be seen clearly.

Borrow clothes?

Isn't that just making things more obvious?

What would people think if they saw you?

of course.

It's not that there is no solution.

Ask someone to buy a set of women's clothes and send it back.

but.

Is that necessary?

It would be fine if he was innocent, but the key point is that he messed around in the Imperial Palace and was almost caught by the little princess Mei.

If he really accepted someone to send him clothes, Jiang Chen would feel that he was hypocritical without the other party mocking him for deceiving himself.

"Don't forget your identity. If it gets out, you, as the future princess, will be condemned by the whole of Japan."

Jiang Chen said in a deep voice, which was both a reminder and a warning.

Even if the Japanese royal family is in a bad state and has become a decorative mascot, it is still the spiritual totem of the Japanese people.

That's not a hat for the royal family, it's a hat for all Japanese people.

No matter how powerful Fujiwara no Reihime was, once this scandal was exposed, she would definitely be destroyed by the anger of the entire Japan.

"Of course I know. That's why I don't want to waste this last bit of time."

Fujiwara Reiki turned around slowly, the affection in her eyes even overshadowed her current attire, and seemed to drown people.

For a moment, Jiang Chen couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality.

"Jiang Sang, are you willing to fulfill Li Ji's small request?"

How to refuse?

How could you say no?

Comrade Jiang Chen, who was as hard-hearted as a rock, also fell silent at this moment. Fujiwara Reiki walked back slowly on the floor, came to Jiang Chen, stretched out her hand to hold Jiang Chen's arm, and her gentle voice was like a curse.

"Go take a bath."

Jiang Chen pursed his lips, said nothing, turned around and walked into the bathroom.

Fujiwara Reiji watched them go but did not follow them in. The night was long and there was no need to rush. She smiled gently, then walked to the big bed, lay down on it again, propped her head up, lay on her side, and prepared to open the "Republic". Suddenly, she seemed to think of something.

With some rustling sounds, she stood up again and got out of bed.

When Jiang Chen came out of the shower, he saw the same scene as when he just came back. The peerless beauty who brought disaster to the country and the people was lying on his bed, reading "The Republic" given to her by a student from Kyoto. The only difference was that the atmosphere had become quiet and peaceful.

"Drink some water to sober up."

Fujiwara Reiki smiled at him like a virtuous wife, ignoring the words about the one-piece underwear.

but.

It doesn't seem to matter.

How you dress in bed has nothing to do with whether you are a good woman.

Even men like the type who is a slut in bed and a lady outside of bed.

Eyes shifted.

There was indeed a cup of boiled water quietly placed on the bedside table, clear and transparent without a trace of fluctuations.

Jiang Chen was wiping his hair, not knowing whether he was touched by this small detail. He stood there without moving.

Fujiwara no Reiki stopped reading and asked, "Are you afraid that I will poison you?"

Don't even say it.

No matter how ambiguous the word is, it does create a sense of home at this moment.

Fujiwara Reiji stood up, crawled over, picked up the glass of water, and took a sip herself first.

"Can you rest assured now?"

Jiang Chen certainly wouldn't worry too much. Publicly or privately, from any perspective, the other party had no reason to poison him, at least not now.

He continued to wipe his hair and still didn't touch the glass of water. He had no other intention, he simply wasn't thirsty.

"Just for this evening."

Fujiwara Reiki's eyes revealed a hint of resentment, and then she sighed slightly, "Even if I want to, I don't know if I have the time."

She held the glass of water and leaned against the bed. "You really don't want to drink it?"

Jiang Chen was indifferent.

Fujiwara no Reiko did not force it any further. She put the glass down and then slowly looked at the official's figure from top to bottom.

Now that he had made the decision, he would not be shy anymore. After taking a shower, he took off his shirt and wore only a pair of shorts. His usually unremarkable figure was presented to Fujiwara Reiki without reservation, and his clear and distinct eight-pack abs showed off his strong male hormones...

Although there is an unbridgeable gap between me and characters like the Taoist sister Bloody Guanyin, my daily training is not in vain.

"hiss--"

Fujiwara Reiki took a deep breath, and at the same time, the tip of her ruddy tongue extended out, barely stroking across her lips, and then she patted the bed, "Sir, why don't you come up?"

To go or not to go.

this is a problem.

To be honest.

Many women have slept on this bed in this room, including Taoist Master Duanmu and, not long ago, Mr. Shi. But at those times, Boss Jiang acted like a humble gentleman and gave up his bed to others, either switching rooms or sleeping on the sofa.

But tonight.

It seems that there is no need to be a gentleman.

But there is no rush.

He walked to the bed only after he had almost dried his hair with a towel, during which time the beauty on the bed was staring at him and admiring his good figure.

Fujiwara Reiji immediately moved to the side to make room. It seemed that the alcohol had worked, and her cheeks became even more rosy than before.

Not only men like to look at women.

The same goes for women.

"The sir's underwear is so sexy."

"..."

Jiang Chen almost collapsed before his butt even touched the bed.

The reason why monsters are monsters.

Because she can always find new and unique angles that ordinary people can't find.

"Not as sexy as you."

blurted out.

Yeah, that’s the truth.

"really?"

Fujiwara Reiji's eyes were shining, and she put one hand on the man's shoulder, which was not very strong but steady and reliable. Her slightly long nails irritated his skin, and the sharpness was mixed with an indescribable itchiness.

"Sir, do you like it?"

If you say you don’t like it, you are not a hypocrite, but not a man.

So Jiang Chen, who never liked to lie, chose to remain silent.

The hot air blew on my back and the back of my head. "Then I will wear it often for you to see, okay?"

Didn’t you just say it’s only for tonight?

of course.

The more this happens, the more we need to create an atmosphere and comfort each other instead of saying sad words.

Jiang Chen seemed to understand this as well. He did not spoil the fun. He sat on the bed with his back to her and just asked, "Have you set a date for the wedding?"

"Not yet, sir, rest assured, I will definitely invite you when the time comes."

What did you invite him for?

Would you like to wish you a baby soon?

Jiang Chen had always been very clear about the relationship between them, so he could calmly accept the news that the other party had decided to marry the Japanese royal family, but this did not mean that he could rush to the wedding hall in style to offer his blessings.

the man.

They all have bad qualities.

Or maybe it's innate human nature.

"Don't waste the invitation. I don't have time."

"There's no date set yet, how do you know there's no time?"

One hand turned into two hands, both shoulders were supported, and at the same time, a soft touch came from the back.

"Is the lord jealous?"

The red lips passed through the neck and touched the earlobe, and the hair fell on Jiang Chen's body, making him feel a little itchy, and the touch on the back was even more intense.

"Sir, please don't think about the future, okay? Tonight belongs only to us."

Yes.

We should live in the present moment.

Jiang Chen turned around.

The other person was kneeling behind him, and the enchanting face that could captivate everyone was within reach.

"Sir, you must know that up to now, you are the first and only man in my family."

Very romantic and beautiful.

but.

What is called.

Until now?

Is it impossible to say what will happen in the future?

However, no one can control what will happen in the future.

"Kneel down."

Jiang Chen said expressionlessly.

Fujiwara Reiji let out a moan, bit her lower lip with her white teeth, then obediently moved her body and knelt in the middle of the big bed.

Jiang Chen stood up and stood beside the bed, looking down from above, his shadow covering the surrendering Japanese beauty on the bed.

"Put it up."

Fujiwara Reiki's body trembled, her head buried deeply, her thick hair completely covering her face, but she was carrying out Jiang Chen's orders.

"Squeak."

There was an extra person's weight on the bed.

"what--"

With a scream, Fujiwara Reiki, who had buried her face in the quilt, suddenly raised her head. Her delicate face froze and then twisted, and her toes wrapped in stockings unconsciously straightened. At the same time, she glanced at the boiled water on the bedside table that seemed to be starting to ripple slightly.

No regrets.

because.

There is definitely no poison, it is just pure boiled water.

The joy of being together still overshadows rationality.

They all drank alcohol.

No matter how informal she was, she wouldn't joke about everything.

With both hands tightly grasping the quilt beneath him, his flexible back rose and fell, and he gritted his teeth, trying hard to suppress something.

The lights were not turned off.

The two shadows intertwine and collide in the light, and the picture looks like a horse race, except that the reins gradually evolve from stocking suspenders to black hair.

On the bedside table.

The fluctuations in the glass of water became even greater. (End of this chapter)