An arrogant concubine fell from the harem

Chapter 310 He is looking for something to do when he has nothing to do (3)

I dared to mutter again: "What if you really can't learn?"

Wu Dalang glanced at me: "If you put your heart into it, you will definitely learn it well. The most fearful thing is that you don't want to learn it."

Of course I don't want to learn!
This is the so-called emperor with supreme power. Very passionate, I like to forcefully impose on others according to my own preferences, whether they are willing or not.I thought to myself: Damn it, I'm really the second generation of God of Sorrows!Even worse than Liu Bei, his damn Huluo Pingchuan was bullied by dogs!
Some people, who are born to be great, can be domineering in their world and in their territory, doing all kinds of evil - like Wu Dalang.But in the 21st century, he is simply a fighter among scumbags and a VIP among bastards.As for me, in ancient times, I was destined to be a disadvantaged group, and I could only knock down my teeth and swallow it in my stomach.

In fact, I want to question Wu Dalang, there are a lot of women who are naturally lovable and know how to act like a baby, why don't you go to them and come to me--I can only think, but I can't say, firstly, I dare not, and secondly, because of this At that time, Wu Dalang seemed to be gulping something. Spoon after spoon of millet porridge was stuffed into my mouth until my mouth was so full that I couldn't make room to speak.

It is estimated that Wu Dalang is feeding people for the first time, and the method is not right at all.

Damn, don't rush if you don't know how to feed!

He is looking for something to do when he has nothing to do.

The millet porridge filled my mouth, I couldn’t swallow it so fast, but I couldn’t speak, so I had to dance around, which meant to tell Wu Dalang to slow down, maybe the gesture was wrong. No, I couldn't help but spit out all the millet porridge that I didn't have time to swallow, and Wu Dalang had it all over his head and face.

Wu Dalang was in a panic.

His hair, his eyes, his nose, his mouth, his chin, and his clothes were all covered with the millet porridge that spewed out of my mouth. Wu Dalang jumped up, annoyed: "What do you mean? ?”

I couldn't help shouting: "Your Majesty, concubines are not pigs, is there anyone who feeds people like this?"

Wu Dalang looked at me, and suddenly said, "It's the first time I've fed people since I've grown up to this age. I've never fed pigs before, so how do I know the difference between feeding people and pigs?"

I'm not mad.

Wu Dalang looked at me again, and suddenly smiled. There was an indescribable joy in this smile.

(End of this chapter)