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Chapter 80 The Dark Prime Minister vs. The Prince in the Cold Palace 27
"Momo, my chest hurts a little, can you touch it?"

Situ Jing grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest.

Feeling the powerful chest muscles, Ling Mo shamelessly paused for a few seconds, then quickly withdrew under his wolf-like eyes and pretended to be nothing: "If your chest hurts, go find a doctor. I am a mortal now and can't help you."

The corners of his mouth raised secretly, he moved closer, stared at her jade hand, and his tone gradually deepened: "No need for a doctor, just rub it and it won't hurt."

"Momo~"

"Fairy sister~"

"Prime Minister~"

His cheeks were getting redder and redder. Ling Mo recited the Heart Purification Mantra in his mind, then he suddenly pushed the person onto the couch at the back and stood up to leave: "I'm going to go to the same carriage with Xiao He."

But before she could take a step, he grabbed her hand, took her to the back, and laid down with her. The carriage shook violently.

Fang Zhiqing, who was riding a horse behind, gripped the reins tightly, squeezed his legs together, and sped forward.

There was a look of loneliness on his face.

Inside the carriage.

Ling Mo glared at Situ Jing: "Don't go too far!"

Situ Jing could see that she was really angry, and felt a little regretful. He said anxiously, "I won't mess around anymore. Please don't go to other carriages, okay?"

The corners of his eyes were wet, slightly raised and a bit charming, and he was wearing a dark red suit embroidered with silver thread, which made him look even more handsome.

Ling Mo's heartbeat quickened a little and he struggled to break free from his hand to avoid being exposed.

"Your Majesty's words are as good as gold. You must keep your word."

The emperor is the supreme ruler, and his words are golden, and they cannot be changed overnight.

This was what she had taught him before. Situ Jing's face darkened and he began to hate his own identity.

How come he is an emperor?

It would be great if he could be like the regent of the previous dynasty, who could hold great power but without so many restrictions.

Apart from asking her to leave, he was very obedient in other aspects and slowly returned to Kyoto.

……

His Majesty finally returned, and all the ministers breathed a sigh of relief.

His Majesty's abilities and means are beyond doubt, but he is definitely the most willful and difficult to serve in history.

But I heard that this time when he went to the south of the Yangtze River, he brought back a woman and brought her into the harem!

You know, as soon as Situ Jing ascended the throne, some people had their eyes on his harem and advised him to hold a selection of concubines.

As a result, the person who made the proposal died at home the next day.

All the court officials were so frightened that they dared not mention it again.

"Why did you bring me to the harem? I want to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

As soon as Ling Mo got off the carriage, he found himself at the gate of the Palace of Tranquil Longevity and was about to leave.

"Sister, do you want to be the prime minister again?" Situ Jing raised his eyebrows, his tone slightly teasing.

Thinking of the prime minister's study which was always piled with affairs, Ling Mo paused in his steps to leave.

There are countless affairs outside the palace, but you can hold power.

There is endless service in the palace, but it is controlled by the powerful.

If Ling Mo was really someone who would live in this world all his life, she would definitely choose the first one without hesitation, but the fact was, she was just a passer-by, and a passer-by who would not have many years to live.

Then even a fool would know which one to choose.

She turned around quickly and did not go to the Yangxin Palace, but asked him to arrange for her to go to a quiet palace.

Although Situ Jing was reluctant, he still considered her as the most important and had someone carry a dragon sedan to send her to the Juxian Palace.

It is called a palace, but it is actually larger than two Yangxin Palaces. It is obviously different from the style of the entire imperial palace, and it is a palace with fairy air.

Ling Mo glanced suspiciously at the young emperor beside him.

Why does this place look so much like the fairy residence she had casually made up at the time?

Jade towers, silver palaces, fairy mountains and pavilions...there is not a single one missing.

"Momo, this pavilion is called Chaolu Pavilion. Do you know why?"

Ling Mo followed him around and asked him why.

He smiled and recalled the past: "At the beginning, the fairy sister lied to me that fairies only drink dew. The next day I got up early to collect dew for you to drink, but you secretly poured it out and lied to me that you drank it."

What? The male protagonist knew that every time he caught the dew, she would pour it away? !

Ling Mo felt a little guilty.

But in her soul state, she really can't eat anything.

But in order to maintain her image, she had to hint that she didn't drink it every day and only needed one or two drops each time.

"Fairy sister, it doesn't matter if you pour it out. I'm just a little sad. Why didn't you tell me? Don't you trust me?"

What distrust? She just couldn't make up an excuse all of a sudden.

【A smell of tea.】

[What is the tea flavor? If you don't understand, don't say anything. Okay, it was obviously me who ruined his feelings. As a demon with normal cognition, I should repent for a second. ]

"No." She turned her eyes away from him and walked to the pavilion and sat down.

System 618 is a bit speechless. It doesn't know whether to complain that its host, a straight woman, can't taste the tea, or that she has the nerve to be so arrogant after only repenting for one second.

【By the way, what are you doing back here, little jerk? 】

[Oh, I just bought a few novels but they are missing. I don’t know where they are. I came back to look for them.]

Ling Mo (Sly Version) [Oh? Really? Then look carefully for it. Maybe it fell into the sea of electronics while surfing.]

[What! No! My code is still in the book. What if it falls into the sea of ​​electronics and is picked up by other people! ]

Thinking of the contents of those books, Ling Mo fell silent.

System codes are all unique, which is equivalent to writing your own name in a book. If they are picked up by other systems, System 618 will definitely die - social death - in short: social death.

[Then you should go fish it out in the sea of electronics. If it is found by another system, you are done for.]

System 618 came and went quickly.

On the way, a thought flashed through the CPU's mind: the host doesn't know the content of the book it is reading, so how can it know that it will be the end if another system picks it up?

The code was messy for a moment, but it quickly found a good excuse for Ling Mo.

It was definitely because I was too anxious in the previous sentence, and the host also felt anxious for me.

Hmm - the host is so nice. Although he always calls himself a little loser, he also privately says that the host is not a bad guy.

So it always believes that they are absolutely "the best in the world" and the male protagonists have to stand aside.

Ling Mo didn't know the psychology of the little waste. While they were talking, she mechanically picked up the cakes on the stone table in the pavilion and put them into her mouth, staring at the sky in the distance with empty eyes.

In Situ Jing's opinion, this scene meant that she wanted to return to heaven.

Yes, being a human is not as free as being a god.

If there was no Momo in the world, he would also like to go to heaven and live forever, rather than living a life of aging, sickness and death.

He lowered his eyes, suppressing his morbid desire to imprison her. When he raised his eyes again, he saw those clear eyes, the appropriate curve of the corners of his lips, and extended his hand to hand over a cup of tea: "It's too dry to eat snacks alone. Drink some water."

The shape of his eyes is very beautiful. When he opens them wide and looks directly at others, they look watery and harmless. The tails of his eyes have a little arc, and they are deliberately raised, just like a vixen who has descended to earth. He is charming but not vulgar, which makes people fall in love with him.

Of course, this was only the case in front of Ling Mo. In front of other people, he was too lazy to even look at them. Occasionally, his eyes would glance at them, and they would be filled with oppression and coldness, and no one would dare to offend him easily.

(End of this chapter)