After saying that, he very frankly took out the brochure bag from his arms and handed the cheat sheet blurred by sweat to Sufeng.
While Su Feng opened it and looked at it, he glanced at Fu Heng with a livid face, as if asking, when did I become so arrogant? When did I look at people with my nostrils?
In fact, Fu Heng was not completely wrong about the above two points. He did have one point, and he knew this well. It's just that he doesn't want others to say it. He can tolerate all these, but what he can't bear the most is that Fu Heng actually calls him ugly and shameless?
God, when had he ever been shameless? Fu Heng quickly avoided his indignant eyes, grabbed the note, folded it in his hand.
He thought guiltily that it was all Xiao Shence's fault for being drunk and talking nonsense, otherwise Sufeng would not know this. He really didn't realize that Xiao Shence had the physique of a crow's mouth.
In order to prevent Sufeng from continuing to attack, Fu Heng grabbed the drunken Bu Ya and scolded him: "Bu Ya, you are quite comfortable being the emperor these days when Gu is not around! You are the only one who has given me the tips that Gu has given you." I said every word without missing a word, but you didn’t say less about what I didn’t write!”
Buya feels aggrieved, where are the compliments and praises he promised? In order to avoid being attacked by both sides, he simply went to the ground and pretended to be drunk.
"Bu Ya...get up and give me an explanation!"
Fu Heng bent down and was about to grab him, but unexpectedly he heard Bu Ya snoring one after another.
In the bedroom.
Zaimeng started to feel uncomfortable since he drank the bowl of wine that made the blood pact. It's no wonder, she has always drank milk, but she didn't expect to get drunk for the first time in her life.
When Qi Songhui was sent back to the palace, he was already walking unsteadily. His feet softened and he stumbled, causing both of them to fall on the couch.
Qi Songhui was pinned under her and wanted to push her away and get up, but unexpectedly, her head was on his chest and she murmured: "National Master, please stay here tonight..."
"Your Majesty, you can't do this." Qi Songhui stretched out his hand and tried to push her away gently.
She suddenly transformed into a snake tail, trapping him firmly on the bed again, then stretched out her slender left hand, clasped her fingers together, and pressed Qi Songhui tightly under her body.
The moment those cold fingers slid across his palm, he felt strange. It wasn't until her hand was tightly clasped on the couch that he realized something was wrong.
Qi Songhui's long light purple hair was scattered on the couch like silk, and his handsome brows were furrowed and he looked at her with trembling eyebrows.
Under the light, her red eyes were a little blurred, exuding a seductive light. The red scales at the corners of her eyes were shining, and the pink on her cheeks made her look even more charming.
She gently opened her petal-like red lips, licked his ears gently like a snake speaking a message, and breathed her soft breath into his ears.
Then he turned his head again and licked his raised long neck. His jade-like neck was immediately covered with a thin layer of frost. When the tip of her tender tongue grazed his Adam's apple, he couldn't help but tremble slightly. .
Qi Songhui frowned, and his voice seemed to be suppressed by something, like it was stuck in his throat, and he said with difficulty: "Your Majesty, what are you going to do?" There was a hint of lowness and hoarseness in his voice.
After being drunk, the dream seemed like a different person, becoming more charming, sexy, cool and powerful. Her upturned snake tail twisted slightly, and her slender white waist covered with snake scales rubbed against his body.
There was a hint of fire in Zaimeng's slowly lowered red eyes. It was obvious that after she was drunk, her demonic side took over and she became even more uncontrollable.
Her hands don't know
When he had cut open the lotus jade pendant hanging on his waist, and held the white jade pendant in his hand, the red on the nails looked more and more brilliant against the white jade, like crushed red plums in the snow.
She lifted the jade pendant high and slid it across his face. The long silver tassel hanging under the jade pendant gently slid down his forehead, like gurgling water, sliding over his cold eyes, high bridge of nose, and then soft lips, making his face turn pink.
The frost condensed in his light purple eyes melted little by little, turning into a puddle of mist. There was a touch of red in the corners of his eyes, and the tear mole under his left eye made him very charming.
Seeing this ice beauty national master with delicate features and cold eyes right in front of him, Zaimeng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a satisfied smile.
The way she looked at him instantly changed from a puppy to a puppy. She opened her red lips slightly and whispered to him. Her voice was as light as the wind, almost inaudible.
He looked at her red lips that opened and closed, and understood the sentence from the shape of her lips. He couldn't help but be startled, his eyes trembled, he struggled with his hands to get up, and a dull sound came out of his throat, and he said: "You..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Zaimeng had already leaned down, covered his mouth with those flaming red lips, and sealed it with his lips.
The dream snake flicked its tail, the lights in the room suddenly went out, and the red gauze hanging on both sides of the palace hung down gently.
The night is quiet and the wind whistles, stirring the hearts of beauties.
The summer night outside the window is very quiet, the bright moon hangs high, flowers bloom quietly in the night, with a refreshing fragrance, and grass insects hum happily.
The early morning sunlight poured in softly, and soft petals fell on the window lattice.
Zai Meng's long hair like flowing water slipped between Qi Song's fingers. His slender fingers gently passed through her hair. He dipped a little osmanthus oil on his fingertips and gently applied it on her hair, and then gently used a comb to Combing.
Qi Songhui smelled the fragrance of osmanthus in Zaimeng's hair, feeling intoxicated but hesitant, and the movement of combing his hair slowed down a bit.
Through the mirror, Zaimeng looked at the imperial master who was combing his hair with great skill, and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles that he couldn't hide. With joy in her heart, she turned around and hugged his waist, rubbing against him like a lazy cat.
Qi Songyu reached out and touched the top of her head gently, and said softly: "Your Majesty, what are you laughing at?"
She raised her head, looked at him with a bit of laziness, blinked her eyes, and said: "National Master, today I will tell the world that from now on, you will be my royal husband."
There was a hint of hesitation on Qi Songyu's handsome face. Zaimeng looked back at him and asked, "Don't you think...don't you want to?"
Qi Songhui said: "I don't dare to think about it."
"Why?" Zaimeng was puzzled.
Qi Songhui sighed: "Because I don't have enough confidence to be with you, and I'm afraid I'll have to be separated in the end, and I'll be sad..."
Zaimeng said: "Then you can think about it now, I love you more than you think!"
She stood up, stood on tiptoes, and put her arms around his neck. Those arms exuded a sheen like white silk under the early morning light, soft and warm, and he was a little lost in thought.
A bright smile appeared in her eyebrows, she looked at him and said: "National Preceptor, will you be my royal husband?"
"Okay." He finally agreed to her, with endless tenderness in his voice that made your heart melt.
He stretched out his right hand and hugged her waist, gently rubbed her arm with his left hand, then lowered his head and kissed her.
She didn't know what he was worried about? I just simply think that if you love someone, you will definitely
can be obtained. However, what Zaimeng didn't know was that behind the sweetness, there was always a sharp knife.
Holy Fire Altar.
I dreamed of announcing that Qi Songhui would become the imperial concubine today. Fu Heng and others were invited to attend, and the Sixteenth Department had also arrived. Everyone in the realm of life and death was eagerly waiting for Her Majesty the Queen to announce it to the world.
Han Ziyue seemed a little excited, and whispered to Ye Zhenfeng: "I didn't expect Zaimeng to be so powerful, and to defeat the Imperial Master so quickly! She couldn't even kiss before..."
After thinking about it, I can’t help but wonder whether we should say that famous teachers produce great disciples? Or is her master not as good as her apprentice?
Ye Zhenfeng frowned and asked in confusion: "What kiss?"
Han Ziyue pretended to be mysterious and said: "This is a secret between my Queen and Her Majesty. I won't tell you."
Looking at her silly look, Ye Zhenfeng couldn't help but smile, and then said: "By the way, have you got the Soul of the Ten Gods back?"
Han Ziyue said: "It has been taken back. After this period of practice, Her Majesty the Queen's demon power has stabilized, and there is no problem in taking away the soul of the ten gods. Besides, she now has the demon pill and can do it on her own. Practiced."
When Zaimeng announced to everyone that she wanted Qi Songhui to be her royal husband, everyone in the audience cheered.
Just as everyone was getting ready for the carnival, someone among the sixteen leaders suddenly stood up and objected: "Your Majesty the Queen, you can make anyone be your royal husband, except Qi Songhui!"
After he finished speaking, he pointed at Qi Songhui, and everyone looked in the direction of his finger in astonishment.
Zaimeng frowned and said, "Master Yingjiang, why do you say that?"
Fu Heng was already preparing to cheer for Zai Meng's happy event, but unexpectedly, a guy who disturbed the scenery suddenly came out. Being so disturbed by Yingjiang, he felt that there was something fishy about the matter and couldn't help but look at Sufeng beside him.
As the atmosphere became tense, Su Feng couldn't help but frown slightly and looked at Qi Songhui, with a bit of worry on his face.
Fu Heng was startled and thought to himself, strange, why would Su Feng be worried about Qi Songhui? Is there something between them?
Han Ziyue looked at Ye Zhenfeng and said, "What happened?"
Ye Zhenfeng shook his head and said, "I don't know."
The two couldn't help but worry about Zai Meng and Qi Songhui. They thought they would have a happy ending, but something unexpected happened.
Ying Jiang took out a secret letter, walked up to the stage, and said very arrogantly: "Your Majesty the Queen, I have evidence to prove that Qi Songhui is a spy sent by Fuyao Kingdom!"
As soon as these words came out, it was immediately shocking, and everyone in the audience started talking:
"What? The Imperial Master is a spy?"
"how can that be possible?"
"The Imperial Counselor is so kind to Her Majesty the Queen!"
"How could the Imperial Master be a spy?"
Zaimeng stared and turned to look at Qi Songhui in disbelief. The smile on Qi Songhui's face slowly disappeared.
Yingjiang proudly handed the secret letter to Zai Meng and said, "Your Majesty, there is a secret letter between the Imperial Adviser and the Fuyao Kingdom. Please read it."
Zaimeng hurriedly took the secret letter and opened it to read. The more she looked at it, the uglier her face became.
Yingjiang was very happy, as if he had accomplished some great feat, and continued:
"The secret letter also mentioned the Hengwu Kingdom. According to the contents of the secret letter, it can be inferred that the emperor of Fuyao wanted to annex the Hengwu Kingdom, but he always suffered from insufficient national power, so he came up with the idea of the realm of life and death."
