Tyrant he always wants to hit me

Chapter 212
Seeing Wei Ying trying to get up, Zhaojun glared at her and said, "What else do you want? Lay down!"

Wei Ying pouted: "This servant wants to hug the king."

Zhaojun just sat down on the couch, saw her stretch out her hand towards him, but couldn't get up all the time, her brows were tightly frowned.

He couldn't see it anymore, so he stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, Wei Ying put her arms around him, leaned into his arms and said softly: "Yesterday, I heard them discussing how to divide the slaves into pieces." Buried in the imperial garden, if the king comes one step later, he will never see his servants again."

"How can you be so weak?" Zhaojun's face was full of frustration, more helpless and distressed, "Didn't you show your teeth and claws in front of this king in the past? Didn't you defeat me at the city gate? What now?" Will you be bullied like that?"

Wei Ying lowered her head and lowered her eyelids in his arms, her eyelashes drooping one by one, she remained silent.

"Do you know who took you away?"

Wei Ying shook her head.

"Then who hurt you?"

Wei Ying still shook her head.

"From now on, this king will send someone to protect you." Zhaojun said with a serious face.

"But I'm just a court lady."

"Pass down the will of the king." Zhaojun raised his voice, "Miss Linglong, you will be named Zhaoyi from now on. Stay here..."

"Impossible." Wei Ying tugged at his sleeves, and said coquettishly, "If the servant becomes Zhaoyi, it will be difficult to see the king from now on, don't want it."

Zhaojun cleared his throat, and continued: "Wei Zhaoyi still lives in the same place, and still serves the imperial court as before, but with an additional identity of Zhaoyi."

After speaking, he turned his head and glanced at her, "Look, is this satisfactory?"

Wei Ying raised the corners of her lips and stretched out her arms to hug him tightly.

Seeing her appearance as a little girl who was so attached to him, Zhaojun couldn't help but feel moved, if it wasn't for her weak body at this time.I really can't help but want her.

After the news came out, it caused an uproar in the palace.

In Qianning Hall, the queen and the concubines gathered together again.

"What is the identity of that woman? That concubine Jing's previous maid, Ruolan, was pregnant with a dragon heir, and she was granted the title of Jieyu from Baolin. What is that woman's ability to be directly conferred by Jin as the fourth-rank Zhaoyi?"

"And that, what does it mean to serve the imperial court as before? Your Majesty, are you inseparable from her like this? After being sealed up, you still have to keep her in the Qianqing Palace, wanting to see her every day?"

Zheng's face darkened, and when he heard the instigation of Concubine Ping and the dry concubine, he became even more furious.

"Your Majesty, you are simply messing around!"

Seeing that there was a scene, Concubine Xuan immediately took advantage of the heat and said, "Sister, don't you care about this matter? How long are you going to tolerate those inexplicable people jumping up and down in the palace? Sister, you are the master of the harem. It is precisely because my sister has been forbearance that the king will do more and more things that do not make sense."

"Then what do you think about this palace?" Mrs. Zheng glanced at her coldly, seeing that those people wanted to use her as a weapon, and said angrily, "What happened to Concubine Jing before, let the king Your Majesty is very unhappy, I have been neglected for more than half a year, what can I do to stop the matter of your Majesty?"

"Compared to us, the king is much more fond of my sister. I heard that last time, didn't the king give my sister a skirt? I heard that it was designed by the king himself." A Jieyu said.

"No, have you all forgotten who in this palace loves to wear red dresses the most?" Zheng's expression froze, and she said leisurely, "Fortunately, I checked, and it happened to be her birthday when the king gave me the dress. Your Majesty, obviously still thinking about her! This skirt, clearly, is His Majesty's warning to me!"

After the words were finished, everyone felt a chill.

Mrs. Zheng said helplessly: "I really don't want to provoke the king anymore. If you have the ability to reason with the king, go, I won't stop you."

The night is like a daisy, and the crescent moon is like a hook.

"Zhaoyi, why did that ugly girl seal Zhaoyi as soon as she came?" Ruolan kicked a pillar vigorously, resulting in a sharp pain in her toes.When she heard the news in the morning, her heart went cold. She knew that now the whole palace was watching her jokes and comparing her with that ugly girl.

In contrast, Concubine Li was much calmer. The two stood in the corridor, Concubine Li looked up at a star that was becoming brighter and more dazzling in the sky, and curled the corners of her lips: "I just said, since Hong Luan Jie. It won’t be that easy to die. Even if you just stab her in the heart with a knife, you still won’t die... Even if you die, if you crush her bones and ashes, you will come back.”

"Resurrection?" Ruolan murmured.

Regardless of the turmoil outside, at this time Zhaojun's bedroom is warmed by a lotus tent, and the room is charming.

He put her in his arms, held the bowl, cooled the medicine and carefully fed it to her.

"Bitter." She frowned.

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and kissed her on the lips, continued to feed, and asked, "Is it a little sweeter now?"

"No! Why is it sweet? Your mouth is not candied fruit, you should send some candied fruit over quickly."

"You are the only one who suits my king's wishes the most, and you are the only one who knows how to flatter you the most." Zhaojun said angrily.

Wei Ying said playfully, "I only heard the first half of the sentence, so I was flattered."

"You rely on me to favor you!"

"This sentence is too old-fashioned, change it."

"what?"

"I've read too much in the scriptures, and it doesn't sound new at all."

"Then what's new?" Zhaojun was still feeding the medicine.

Wei Ying straightened up from his arms, her eyes rolling, "Let's play a little game."

"What do you want to do again?"

"Do not want to."

Zhaojun: ...

"Let's play swap." Wei Ying said, "From now until the end after a stick of incense, you pretend to be me, and I pretend to be you, how about it?"

Zhaojun frowned: "What do you mean?"

Wei Ying looked at him brightly, "You imagine that you are me, and I imagine that I am you. During this stick of incense, we have to say and do the same things as each other. how?"

Zhaojun was thoughtful, "It sounds like something interesting."

Wei Ying raised a finger: "It's started!"

Wei Ying gave a dry cough, imitating the man's voice and said, "Linglong, come and give this king a shoulder pat."

Seeing her appearance, Zhaojun couldn't help feeling amused.Since it was a game, he played with her, so he squeezed his throat and said: "Yes, Your Majesty." Then he bent his back and carefully slapped her shoulders.

Wei Ying couldn't help laughing.But he felt that laughing like this would ruin his usual painting style, so he took it back, coughed, and said coldly: "Linglong, I'm a little thirsty, go and make tea for me."

Zhaojun picked up the half bowl of medicine she had left, continued to squeeze his throat, handed it to her flatteringly and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

(End of this chapter)