Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 103

Shang Mo glared at the fox with an ambiguous tone: "Can the emperor be so leisurely?"

It doesn't matter if he shows up in the Sovereign Valley, he can stay awake in the middle of the night, he must have become a genius.

Ming Qihan shrugged his shoulders as if nothing had happened, stood upright with a smile that was not a smile, and walked in front of Shang Mo, leaned slightly, approached Shang Mo with a meaningful smile, and looked at him at the same level: "You are the leader of all sects now. First of all, everything belonging to my Mingzong naturally belongs to you. In other words, all the gold, silver and jewels in the treasury of the Han Kingdom also belong to you, and even I, the emperor of the Han Kingdom, belong to you. Why don’t you accept me as soon as possible today? Ok?"

"You——" Shang Mo quickly jumped back, his face flushed slightly: "Big...the pervert, you are not ashamed!"

Of course, Shang Mo knew that the old fox Ming Qihan was deliberately teasing her, but he got so close unexpectedly, and the faint masculine aura on his body was particularly irritating, even a brazen person like Shang Mo couldn't help but tie his tongue up.

Seeing Shang Mo's big reaction, Ming Qihan laughed as if he had succeeded. He covered his stomach, and the more he laughed, the more arrogant he became. Seeing Shang Mo's murderous eyes staring at him, he restrained himself a few times, but In less than two seconds, I couldn't hold it anymore, and laughed out loud.

How had he ever seen Shang Mo blush before?Sure enough, when he grows up, he knows how to be shy to be cute.

Seeing that Ming Qihan didn't sleep in the middle of the night just to tease her, and that brother Ling Kuang left without saying anything, Shang Mo was in a very depressed mood. Being so angry with Ming Qihan, Shang Mo angrily turned his back I want to escape like my master.

"Okay, okay, I'll just stop laughing." Seeing that Shang Mo was about to leave, Ming Qihan coughed a few times and grabbed Shang Mo's arm: "You really think that I'm just here to play tricks on you if I don't sleep?" of?"

As long as he is not wearing an imperial robe, Ming Qihan never calls himself "Zhen" when talking to Shang Mo.

Hearing what Ming Qihan said, Shang Mo turned his head suspiciously, and looked Ming Qihan up and down: "Then what do you want to do?"

Seeing Shang Mo's confused look, it seems that she really didn't take this matter to heart.

Ming Qihan's big hand clasping Shang Mo's arm paused for a moment, and then slowly let go, a moment of sadness flashed in his dark and deep eyes, but it was quickly wiped away, and he looked at her with a smile as usual as if nothing had happened: " As I said, if you really sit on the position of sole honor, I will find your lost jade flute for you."

"Yuxiao?" Shang Mo opened his beautiful eyes almost unbelievably, and seemed to be in a good mood all of a sudden. He then grabbed Ming Qihan's sleeve and said half-excitedly and half-threateningly: "Is this true? Are you serious?" Found it? You have to know, if you are playing tricks on me again, I will turn against you. "

Suddenly being grabbed by Shang Mo with such enthusiasm, Ming Qihan was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile, and quickly kept himself away from her clutches: "I, Ming Qihan, must have done a lot of evil in my previous life, and now I am so defeated by you."

These words were meaningful, but Shang Mo didn't think much about the meaning, because Ming Qihan had already stuffed a warm jade flute into her hand, it was the Shangxie she had lost and recovered, and Shang Mo caressed it happily Shang Xie, with a gentle smile slowly flowing out of those dark and agile eyes: "Thank you, Ming Qihan."

"If you want to thank me, on the tenth day of the seventh month, Handu Yipinxuan, I will wait for you there."

Before Shang Mo could answer, Ming Qihan had already shook his head helplessly, raised a hand and patted Shang Mo's shoulder meaningfully, his sleeve was blown by the wind and brushed her cheek, waiting for her to look up. At the beginning, Ming Qihan had already walked past her, and his figure was submerged in the deep darkness.

Handu, on the tenth day of the seventh month, the moon and stars are rare.

Genius had just entered the night, and Ming Qihan was also wearing the casual clothes that nobles often wear. He did not bring eunuchs and guards with him, nor did he ride in the emperor's chariot. He just walked like an ordinary man in the bustling streets of the imperial capital. He was just accompanied by a shadow guard leader, Ying.

The emperor of the Han Dynasty is a very mysterious figure to the common people, because even among the common people who live in the capital of the Han Dynasty, almost no one has actually seen the emperor, and the people have never even passed down a portrait of the emperor. So even if someone saw Ming Qihan on the road, they would never think that this young man is actually the current emperor of the Han Dynasty!
Ming Qihan's figure is handsome, with a natural noble temperament, and he has a face that is so handsome that people can't complain, but there is a faint smile on his slightly lazy handsome face, that is The pair of deep and evil eyes casually swept across, making people feel that he seems to be looking at themselves, and it seems that he is not looking at anything...

"He... is he looking at me?" The man who was so handsome and evil that made it difficult to breathe just passed by him, and a woman in a yellow shirt and flower skirt was only sixteen or seventeen years old. The masculine breath passing by her instantly stimulated the woman's nerves, her face flushed instantly, she stopped and turned around to look for the figure of the man, as if expecting him to look back at her, but until then The handsome back disappeared from his sight, but the woman still couldn't recover.

The woman's feet seemed to have been nailed in place, she couldn't move a single step, she was foolishly expecting the man to notice her appearance, people couldn't help but sigh, she was another poor girl who was destined to be lovesick forever woman.

"Miss?" The little girl next to the woman called out strangely several times, but the woman still didn't respond at all, as if no sound in this world could enter her ears.

I thought this woman was just a special case, but to my surprise, wherever the man in a red shirt, with ink hair as black as silk and with a half-smile on his lips walked, there was chaos and loss of soul.

The shadow following Ming Qihan still had a calm expression on his face, as if he had long been accustomed to this situation. He should have known that a slender and delicate woman had already lived in his master's heart. In fact, those innocent women were because of The master lost his soul, so why didn't the master fall into a delusional state and become obsessed with the world of mortals because of that person?
"This son, Tianlong Xingxiu, is entrenched above his head, and he is the destined supreme king..."

Ming Qihan's foot that was about to continue to step forward suddenly stopped because of the old and abrupt voice, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, Ming Qihan seemed to twitch the corners of his lips with interest, and a strange light flashed in his eyes: " Oh? So it’s a fortune teller.”

The speaker was a typical old man dressed as a fortune-telling magic stick. He closed his eyes, held a blind stick in his right hand, and held a sign with ten big characters in his left hand that read "Tianyan sees fortunes, no money will be charged".

(End of this chapter)