Restricted-level fast wear: the villain BOSS is sick

Chapter 90 The National Teacher Confused the Country (32)

"Because I like Your Majesty!"

"Do you know how miserable the crime of deceiving the king is?"

"You look so good-looking, why should I bully you? Look at this little face, it's so moist!" Le Yan couldn't help but touch her hands while talking.

The emperor's skin is really good, looking at it makes me want to rub him, what she said is all the truth, she just likes to rub him!

"What you like is this appearance, not the widow."

The emperor dodged her Lushan's claws in disgust, and the emperor actually wanted to tease him!
"I like everything about you, including the back seat. I'm telling the truth. If you dare to say that this look is not yours, then I don't like it."

"..." The emperor was speechless, did the national teacher really lose his memory or was he too thick-skinned to restrain himself?

Forget it, let's test it later on the couch!
It was noon in a blink of an eye, but there was a burst of snoring from the formerly silent Qinzheng Palace. The little eunuchs and maids on guard all gathered their palms tightly, as if they were afraid of sweating from their palms.

A situation like this was simply the first time Pangu had ever encountered it, and they really didn't know how to deal with it...

Why did the national teacher sleep on His Majesty's moon retreat?Obviously she was the one who fanned His Majesty with a feather fan... This style of painting made them afraid of being implicated...

"Your Majesty, it's time for lunch. Can you eat?" The emperor's personal eunuch, Eunuch Yin, didn't think much of it, and reminded the emperor of the meal time as usual.

The emperor put the brush in his hand on the table, looked down at the lump on Yuetui, frowned in distaste, and said softly, "En."

Eunuch Yin quickly winked at the eunuchs standing guard, and they hurried to the imperial dining room, fearing that they would be affected later.

"stand up."

"Huh? Is it cold?"

"When did it get dark?" There was a hint of anger in the cold tone.

The sleeping person was full of thoughts of some voluptuous pictures, smacked his mouth, and said vaguely: "It's dark... darling, take off your clothes, I'm going to spoil you..."

"..."

The emperor's brows were furrowed, suppressing his anger, he stood up abruptly from the dragon chair.

"Ouch!"

Le Yan fell to the ground in response, and reflexively hugged his Yuetui. The next second, there was a crackling sound of falling in the Palace of Qinzheng...

After a while—

"Your Majesty, don't be angry. I didn't do it on purpose. I can't blame me for this. If you hadn't gotten up, how could I have fallen? If I didn't fall, I wouldn't hug you. If I didn't hug you, you would retreat." You won't fall to the ground because that Yuetui is numb, and if you don't fall, you won't...you won't break your prosperous beauty..."

The expression like a little pitiful, the eyes like a bunny, the sincere attitude of admitting mistakes like a primary school student... In fact, the heart is crazily shouting 'good fall', 'good fall'!
"..." The emperor was expressionless, making it hard to see what he was thinking.

Le Yan comforted her for a while, feeling hungry and flustered, looking at the dozens of dishes on the table, drooling... Among them was her favorite pork belly!
"Your Majesty, should you have some food? It would be uncool to keep a straight face. If you are not handsome, how can I look good?"

"The widow exists just to make you look good?"

"Hey, of course not. You exist to benefit the common people. How can I get rich with the common people! Eat it quickly! If you can't finish it, you will be sorry for the hard-working food of the common people."

"Are you so considerate of the people? Well, just eat all these things in front of the widow!"

(End of this chapter)