The Emperor's Pet: The Queen of Poison Disturbs the King

Chapter 12 First Intimate Contact 2
After dinner, Ji Xuanyao hasn't come yet.

Sheng Feihong was sure that Ji Xuanyao would not come over, so he got up and walked back and forth in the room, "You guys haven't eaten yet, go down and eat quickly! After eating, prepare a bucket of hot water for me, I want to take a bath!"

Chuntao nodded, and walked out impatiently.On the contrary, Xia Zhu looked at Sheng Feihong hesitantly.

"Huh? Xia Zhu, what else do you need?" Sheng Feihong walked back and forth, just because he didn't want to grow a belly, when he suddenly saw Xia Zhu's gaze, he blinked suspiciously.

"Your Majesty, since you have already entered the palace, you shouldn't call yourself 'I'!" Xia Zhu has an honest and honest face, a pair of clear and transparent eyes, revealing a touch of concern and advice. Treat my sister.

Sheng Feihong paused when he heard the words, his heart felt warm, and he nodded, "I... I will remember it, thank you for reminding me!"

"Your Majesty, there is no need to thank you, this is what a servant should do!" Xia Zhu blessed her body and exited the room.

Sheng Feihong frowned, looking at Xia Zhu's back suspiciously.

This Xia Zhu... probably had good intentions.

Thinking about it carefully, since entering Liuhua Palace yesterday, Chuntao took the lead in everything, but fell behind; Xiazhu was tepid, but just right, and gave her a lot of advice.

Sheng Feihong didn't think that these two people were loyal to him.She didn't have a maid as a dowry, but now she can only rely on them, so let's talk about it later!

After taking a shower, Sheng Feihong put on a comfortable and cool undershirt and practiced yoga on the bed.

In her previous life, in order to maintain her figure, she developed a good habit of practicing yoga before going to bed.Now that I have traveled to the Great Jin Dynasty, I still can't change this habit.

only……

Why is there a sharp edge stabbing?

Sheng Feihong's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked up to the window. It was Ji Xuanyao in navy blue casual clothes sitting on the window sill, watching her with interest...practicing yoga.

Sheng Feihong was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated, stood up and asked suspiciously, "Your Majesty, aren't you late?"

She didn't stand up tremblingly and salute Ji Xuanyao, nor did she use the honorific "you", but a very common question, but why did this question sound so awkward?

"When did I say that I won't come?" Ji Xuanyao jumped off the window sill angrily, and walked towards her slowly, "Also, shouldn't my concubine stand up and salute?"

Sheng Feihong curled his lips and raised his eyebrows, "The emperor didn't enter Liuhua Palace through the main entrance, or sneaked in through the window in the dead of night, isn't it because he doesn't want others to know that you have come to my place?"

Ji Xuanyao was taken aback for a moment, a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and he was about to praise her intelligence, but...

"Well, this kind of behavior of intruding into a woman's boudoir seems to be done only by flower pickers. Does the emperor want to learn from flower pickers?" Sheng Feihong sat on the bed leisurely. There was no intention of standing up and saluting.

Picking... a flower picker?

Ji Xuanyao's black eyes suddenly sank, he stared at Sheng Feihong coldly, leaned forward, suddenly pressed Sheng Feihong under him, put his hands on her shoulders, and said in a low and treacherous voice, "My concubine is here Tell me, can I do whatever I want with you?"

Sheng Feihong burst into anger when he heard the words, and pushed him away angrily. What did he think of himself?Since she is his concubine, the matter of serving her bed needs to be registered. What exactly is he trying to do to him?
(End of this chapter)