The tyrant is too fierce!I'm happy with my dear concubine

The king of Qin was fiddling with the hidden weapon offered from below.

Men are born unable to refuse this thing.

He tied the hidden weapon around his wrist and aimed at the distance.

"Still kneeling outside."

Chu Zhiyu looked at Qin Sheng with sparkling eyes, with interest, "This Yan nobleman is really obedient and well-behaved, if you ask her to kneel, she will never stand up."

Just knelt in the sun for a long time, and now it is night.

She didn't move her position at all.

I don't know how to be soft.

I really don't know whether to praise her for being honest, or to say that she is stubborn.

King Qin was noncommittal, without moving his eyes, and focused on it.

"Your Majesty~"

Chu Zhiyu shook off the notebook in her hand, got into Qin Sheng's arms, and blinked at him with beautiful eyes.

Eyes like the moon evoked.

With black hair and snow skin, red lips and white teeth, the fragrant and gentle beauty just lay on her lap completely defenseless.

Qin Sheng raised his eyebrows, clearly benefiting from it, but remained calm, rubbing his hands on the hidden weapon.

wait.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Chu Zhiyu called again delicately, her eyes rolling.

"You have such a cold heart, it's fine if you don't feel sorry for the Yan nobles outside, and you don't care about your concubines."

She choked up, and pressed her hands on her plump chest, "My concubine's heart feels uncomfortable."

Qin Sheng then put his hand on it with kindness.

"What's wrong with my concubine, let me take a look for you."

Chu Zhiyu held down his hand, giggled and looked at him, her eyes twinkling with love.

"Your Majesty, take a closer look, it's fine if you don't know the concubine."

Qin Sheng jokingly said, "I'm even better than the imperial doctor, cured of illness?"

"Otherwise, my concubine called the imperial physician to take a look?"

"How dare you!"

Qin Sheng lifted her up, like holding a baby, and let her sit sideways on his lap.

Qin Sheng's facial features are profound, his brows are gloomy, his pupils are lacquer-like, his thin lips are slightly pursed, his black hair is loosely let loose, with just the right amount of laziness, which neutralizes the hostility in him, but makes him look even weaker.

"I dare not..."

She smiled slightly, leaned closer, and kissed the corner of King Qin's lips lightly.

Qin Sheng was pleased by her initiative.

He pressed the back of her head with his big hand, deepening the kiss.

The rustle of clothes rustling sounded in the hall.

Partial birth always has the existence of spoiling the scenery.

Sanshui bit the bullet and reported outside, "Your Majesty, Yan Gui has passed out outside."

Qin Sheng's good work was interrupted, his whole body exuded low air pressure, and he couldn't hold back the hidden weapon in his hand.

Chu Zhiyu believed that if that Yan nobleman was in front of Qin Sheng at this moment, he would be pierced to death at this moment.

"Kneeling for so long, it's not surprising that I fainted."

Chu Zhiyu said something inexplicably.

This sentence can be understood in any way.

Sanshui dared not respond outside.

But King Qin was suddenly displeased, and his voice was low and dark, "You pay so much attention to her?"

"Ah?" Chu Zhiyu was too late to react.

"You have to go out to talk to her under the sun during the day, and you still have to talk to her when she faints at night. Why, do you like it so much?"

"No, concubine..." Chu Zhiyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Qin Sheng interrupted her, "Don't waste your time on useless people, you only need to care about me."

Chu Zhiyu was pressed on the bed.

And Sanshui also received an oral order from His Majesty.

"Use ice and continue kneeling after waking up."

"and many more--"

"Kneel aside, don't get in the way."

Obviously he didn't want Chu Zhiyu to see him again, and was attracted by her.

Sanshui turned around, and from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the body of Yan Guiren who was kneeling on the ground in a coma, and he shrugged.

This is called each person has his own destiny.

no way.

He could smell His Majesty's vinegar smell clearly through a door.