Queen, I call you home for dinner

Chapter 158 The Noble Concubine

As long as you grab a man's stomach, are you afraid that he will run away?

Do a woman like Duanmu Langhuan think that she can win His Majesty's favor with her hot temper?

No.

It is absolutely impossible.

At most, it can only be pampered by His Majesty for a while.

Then it will gradually fade away.

Such favors are only temporary.

And what she wants is a permanent and non-expiring favor.

As for Concubine Shu's method of favoring her, the imperial concubine also despises her.

That bit of kung fu on the bed, to put it bluntly, is like a girl in a brothel.

Shameless!
How can a noble concubine do this?
Therefore, she has to grab the emperor's stomach first, and then coax him to have sex with her. When the time comes, she will have a prince in her stomach, so what else is she afraid of?

The imperial concubine held the emperor's arm and smiled sweetly.

After arriving at the palace, the imperial concubine brought the cakes in person.

Shangguan Mo tasted it.

Delicious is delicious.

But it's pretty much the same as usual.

For this reason, he said succinctly: "Not bad."

When the imperial concubine heard it, and then looked at the emperor's appearance, she also felt that what the emperor said was true.

Not bad is delicious.

Delicious is tantamount to praising her craftsmanship.

The imperial concubine smiled, "If Your Majesty likes it, I will do it often in the future."

Shangguan Mo glanced at the imperial concubine with tender eyes, and suddenly sighed in his heart.

Why can't he like the imperial concubine?

Such a docile, well-behaved and dignified woman should be the emperor's concubine.

He reached out and stroked the imperial concubine's hair, "Well, good."

When the imperial concubine heard this, she was so happy that she almost ascended to heaven.

Look, look, look.

If you want to keep a man, you must first please his stomach, it really is the truth.

As a result, the imperial concubine began to show her tricks to curry favor with the emperor.

What playing the piano, what painting, what singing, what dancing...

The whole afternoon, the imperial concubine was doing these things that the ladies would do.

Performed alone in front of the emperor.

The emperor looked expressionless.

There is no other reason.

It's not that the imperial concubine's performance is not good, it's just... everything is very boring.

(End of this chapter)