The Moon in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 393 Hmm? No!

The moment Ying Zheng touched Duanmu Rong, her pretty face turned red as the sunset, but she didn't dare to say anything and just acquiesced in Ying Zheng's actions.

After Ying Zheng took his hand away, Duanmu Rong seemed to jump up instantly, got off the bed and ran, hurriedly fetching water to escape.

At this time, the little snow girl came over, lowered her head and said in a low voice: "My lord, my legs are a little numb, can you please..."

Before she could finish, Ying Zheng tapped her on the head and whispered, "What are you thinking about!"

"Come and crown me."

"Oh."

The little snow girl was dejected and listlessly crawled behind Ying Zheng to help him put on the crown. Although she was quite shocked, her movements were still careful and gentle.

After it was healed, he ran to the front to take a look and said with satisfaction, "My lord, it is healed now."

"Your Majesty is so handsome!"

Ying Zheng nodded and waited for Duanmu Rong to come back.

Duanmu Rong washed her face herself and finally calmed her violently beating heart.

He brought the water back to Ying Zheng and wiped his cheeks, not daring to look closely.

Ying Zheng understood everything when he looked at Duanmu Rong's natural face.

I felt sad in my heart, this is what little girls are like, they are so embarrassed that they can't even raise their heads.

Unlike her master, they are an old couple and now they have to use some special tricks to make the elder sister feel embarrassed.

But the older sister has her own advantages, and the younger girl has her own charm.

I want them all!
It was not until the evening that Hanlu returned to Ying Zheng. Seeing Ying Zheng's eyes wanting an answer, Hanlu knelt at Ying Zheng's feet and whispered, "Your Majesty, the beautiful Yan Lingji has prepared a little surprise for you."

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Lu'er is really amazing. Now she prepares surprises for me every day."

Hanlu hugged Ying Zheng's legs and dared not speak, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Ying Zheng stroked Han Lu's hair and said with a smile: "But I like it very much. Please keep up the good work."

When Ying Zheng arrived at Yuyang Palace, Yan Lingji rushed over, hugged Ying Zheng, stood on tiptoe and whispered in Ying Zheng's ear, smiling sweetly, "Master, I have been missing you all day."

"I've been thinking about how the master would punish the little slave girl with a stick."

Ying Zheng chuckled and said, "Why, are these all you have?"

Yan Lingji pretended to be shy and said tenderly: "Of course, I have also prepared a small surprise for the master, hoping to calm the master's anger."

As he spoke, he pulled Ying Zheng towards the hall, asked Ying Zheng to sit down, and then quietly left. The table was already prepared with fruit juice and fresh pastries.

Ying Zheng waited calmly, and Hanlu had just disappeared quietly.

The mellow and simple sound of the zither sounded slowly, graceful and melodious like snow falling in an empty valley, and the fiery red and sky blue veil slowly hung down.

The sound of bamboo flute rang out, filling the ears with a light and elegant melody.

As the music played, Yan Lingji entered the hall in a light gauze dance dress. The hem of her skirt was as red as a blazing flame, and the red gradually turned to blue as it moved upwards, turning into the blue of the sky and sea above her calves.

Suddenly, all the candles in the hall went out.

In the darkness, thousands and thousands of tiny flames appeared in the void.

A fist-sized flame burned on Yan Lingji's palm, and then danced along with Yan Lingji.

Her long hair danced with the silk ribbon, her hair passed over her pretty face, her eyes were charming, and thousands of sparks accompanied her. The beauty was like an elf in fire.

Yan Lingji danced gracefully, and as she twirled around, every move she made was charming and graceful, with unrivaled elegance and grace.

The silk ribbon passed in front of Ying Zheng again and again, and the figure of the beauty also passed by in an instant. He wanted to catch it, but he couldn't stop it. At this moment, a long silk scarf flew into the hall, and Han Lu flew into the hall in a cool indigo dance dress and danced with Yan Lingji.

The cold dew was like the blue of the deep sea, condensing into ice. The amazingly long shawl seemed to be one with her jade arms and wrists, allowing her to control it at will. It seemed to have life and floated in the air with the cold dew.

She is truly worthy of being the number one in Zhaowu, and Hanlu is even more worthy of being the number one in the world. Judging from their dancing postures alone, they are truly unparalleled in the world.

The dancing Hanlu’s graceful posture is no less graceful than Yan Lingji’s.

The two beauties complement each other and reflect each other, one like a spirit in fire and the other like a spirit in water.

The dancer sways her body and twists her slender waist, and her graceful figure flashes in the endless sparks.

The jade-like arms swayed gracefully, the snow-white waist was slender and could be held in one hand, and the pearls were shining.

Her legs are long and slender, and her beautiful legs are faintly visible under her skirt, smooth and white.

The delicate jade feet wearing crystal high heels made a sound when stepping on the floor, which also excited people's hearts.

As the dance was almost over, Yan Lingji seemed to make a mistake, and the silk ribbon flew out to cover Ying Zheng. She let out a charming cry and fell into Ying Zheng's arms.

She looked up at Ying Zheng and said pitifully, "Master, the little slave girl fell down~"

Ying Zheng bowed his head and put on pink rouge, conquered cities and plundered at will.

Hanlu's wide shawl slowly fell down, covering Ying Zheng's figure, and a beautiful figure embraced Ying Zheng from behind.

Only under the moonlight and starlight, a pair of beautiful eyes sparkled with infatuation.

There is a beauty, a clear spring flowing. Her eyes are filled with autumn water, and the spring lake is rippling.

The beauty dances gracefully, hums softly, and the beauty is infatuated with her heart.

There is a beauty, the flame is bright. The glorious shadow follows, the love is deep and unrepentant.

Love is as deep as silk, helping with one's own body. Love is never in vain, forever and ever.

Ying Zheng sighed in his heart, you have really made me suffer, who can stand this?

Water and fire go hand in hand, tenderness and sweetness are all expressed in infatuation and obedience.

Hanlu is a well-behaved person and has served for so long that he has no psychological burden.

As for Yan Lingji, this enchantress doesn't even know how to write the word shy.

There's no way, the flame is always hot.

And something seems wrong.

But it is really beautiful.

It was really difficult for Ying Zheng to be willing to go to court early in the morning.

The saying that gentleness is the home of heroes is indeed true.

When Hanlu woke up, Yan Lingji was still sleeping soundly beside her.

When Hanlu came to his senses and looked to the side, yes, as expected, the king was gone.

I wanted to get up but couldn't, my whole body felt weak and limp.

Hanlu sighed in her heart, yesterday was too crazy, the king was too excited, and the beautiful Yan Lingji was so powerful, she didn't even beg for mercy.

He would rather die than surrender.

If it weren’t for the king’s pity, tut tut.

Hmm? No, the king is gone. What is in front of him?
(End of this chapter)