The queen's wife hunts dragons

Chapter 462
Hearing this, Ming Qiancheng turned his lazy eyes to Ming Beiya, with a provocative smile on the corner of his lips, "So you give up?"

"think too much."

Mingbei didn't raise his teeth, and didn't even catch Mingqiancheng from the corner of his eye, he uttered three words lightly, his eyes still fell on Shi Youmi.

Realizing this, Shi Youmi leaned lazily on the imperial concubine chair, with a pair of white and tender hands stretched out in the air, "If Jin Heng licks up this orange juice for Concubine Mother, Concubine Mother will consider letting you meet her."

Lick, not rub.

To be honest, even Cheng Ming Qian couldn't listen to it anymore, he felt that Ming Bei Ya hated Shi Youmi so much, it must be impossible for him to agree to this request.

However, Ming Beiya's next answer subverted his worldview.

"it is good."

An indifferent word spit out from Ming Bei Ya's lips, as if there was no emotional fluctuation, as if Shi Youmi's request was not excessive at all.

Cheng Mingqian frowned lightly, and immediately stretched out, changing to a more comfortable posture to sit, as if watching a theater.

Shi Youmi was lying on the imperial concubine chair, her white and tender hands were stretched out in the air, waiting for Ming Beiya to come.

Ming Beiya just closed his eyes and fell silent for a moment, then walked towards Shi Youmi's direction.

When he was still a step away from Shi Youmi, his body was almost bounced away by a huge force, the momentum was so strong that Ming Beiya immediately stepped back a few steps.

At this moment, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open, wide open to both sides, and the cool wind blew in instantly, dissipating all the remaining warmth in the hall.

At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to the door, and when they saw the person coming, their eyes seemed to be frozen.

Ming Beiya's black eyes rolled with waves, his throat was dry, "A Sheng..."

The voice was soft as if blown away by the wind, Mo Shisheng's left eye was scarlet, and he tilted his head slightly to look at Shi Youmi who was sitting on the chaise longue, with a slight smile on his lips, "Do you still want face?"

Hearing this, Shi Youmi was not annoyed, she raised her eyebrows lightly, "You interrupted the good thing, but I didn't expect you to awaken the demon pupil so soon, it seems that Liangyu is really a waste."

"Isn't this the effect you want? It's just that the time for you to torture me and take advantage of me has been shortened. I'm very disappointed?"

Shi Youmi was sitting, Mo Shisheng was standing, if you put aside the tit-for-tat in their tone, you would think that they are old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time and are reminiscing about the old days.

"Disappointment? There might be."

Saying that, Shi Youmi chuckled lightly, took a clean handkerchief beside her and wiped her hands, slowly stood up from the imperial concubine chair, wearing only a thin veil on her body, and walked towards Mo Shisheng's direction to go.

Mo Shisheng didn't move, seeing Shi Youmi getting closer and closer, his face was slightly cold, his scarlet left eye glowed strangely, "If you get closer, I don't know what I will do to you."

"You are much more imposing than your mother."

Hearing this, Shi Youmi really stopped, and gently played with the hair that was scattered on her chest with one hand, "I guess you inherited your father's courage, so you are much stronger than your mother."

Father?
Mo Shisheng felt that this word was very strange, especially when it came from Shi Youmi's mouth, as if she and her father were old acquaintances.

But Mo Shisheng doesn't want to know her life experience now, because she has more important things to do, her eyes slowly fell from Shi Youmi to Ming Qiancheng, and then moved to Ming Beiya, "Half of my yuan Where is the spirit?"

(End of this chapter)