Empress is a black heart lotus

Chapter 127 Your Majesty, how about I pour you two cups of tea?

When Pei Qilian came back.

First, he searched for the girl's figure in the main hall, but if he couldn't find it, he went to the inner hall.

Goldman Sachs: "." Not the emperor, memorial. Memorial.
His Royal Highness King Jing said that today's memorial is very important and must be read.

There is nowhere to put the hands of Gao Sheng holding the memorial, he would not dare to let it go, joke, if this is put down, the emperor will not be able to see the memorial, let alone forget this memorial for thousands of miles outside?
He has to be hugged all the time so that he can live up to King Jing's entrustment and wake up the emperor all the time.

The memorial is very important, very important, very important.

The emperor entered the inner hall, followed by Gao Sheng.

When he saw the girl lying on the coffee table, playing with an exquisite kettle in her hand, when he saw the exquisite shape of the kettle, the emperor's eyebrows and eyes darkened quietly, and walked towards the girl.

Murong Wan was too focused on playing the phoenix pot, completely ignoring the man who came in, until a shadow fell in front of her, and there was a person sitting beside her.

Looking up, seeing the handsome face of the emperor, she tilted her head and stared at the emperor for a long time.

"looking at what?"

To prevent her slender neck from being tilted for too long and hurting it, the emperor gently supported it.

"Have you finished talking about state affairs with them?"

Before the emperor could speak, Gao Sheng, who followed the emperor, hurriedly said: "The talk is over, not only that, King Jing also handed over a stack of memorials, and before leaving, he repeatedly explained that the emperor must read the memorials first. The memorials are very important. Important! Also—”

Before the words were finished, the emperor's cold light seemed like a sharp sword.

Gao Sheng shrinks his neck, jumps from behind the emperor, jumps behind Murong Wan, and repeats without skin and face, "It's very important."

Murong Wan didn't bother to care about Goldman Sachs beeping there.

"This phoenix pot can pour out two kinds of water, one tastes sweet, and the other tastes rich like wine."

Murong Wan smiled and narrowed his eyes, showing his white teeth: "Your Majesty, how about I pour you two cups of tea?"

The emperor's face remained unchanged, he watched the girl's bright smile, his dark eyes softened, and he stroked the girl's head: "Okay."

"The concubine poured it for the emperor, will the emperor drink it?"

"meeting."

"Are you not afraid of being poisoned?"

"As long as it is the tea poured by my concubine, I am willing to drink it even if it is poisonous."

Originally, he wanted to tease him. As the emperor of a country, Pei Qilian didn't know anything about the things used by Jianghu cults.

But still willing to cooperate with her to say these words.

Murong Wan's nose turned sore, and he regretted teasing him on purpose.

"Hand out."

She was aggrieved and ordered the man.

Pei Qilian stretched out his hand obediently.

Murong Wan rushed forward, buried her small face in the man's chest, rubbing and rubbing.

It was not very comfortable for her to sit on the man in this position, she almost fell off several times, she squeezed inside again: "Hold me tighter, I'm about to fall."

The man obediently turned her over and sat comfortably on his lap.

"I want to bury my face in your arms."

So the man turned her over again and asked her to bury her face in his chest.

After such tireless tossing and tossing one after another, the men followed her and let her go, without any dissatisfaction on their expressions.

Instead, she is happy to be ordered and instructed by her.

Goldman Sachs is in great pain from being abused.

Beeping in the sky in a very low voice: "It's very important, it's very important."

"Goldman Sachs! You beep beep and cut your tongue off!"

Goldman Sachs was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he almost fell to the ground. He quickly said, "It's not important, it's not important."

Murong Wan: "."

(End of this chapter)