The medicinal liquid Zhao An newly researched is very lubricating to the body and is very good for the body, similar to the oil used in the "Silk Pa" in the original world.
The empress lay on the bed and asked suspiciously: "What on earth do you want to do?"
"want."
"Shut up."
"This thing can dispel fatigue and nourish the skin. Your Majesty will like it."
Zhao An poured the ointment on his hands, rubbed it out, and pressed it on her white back, like opening a keel, it was very strong!
All the way from the neck to the waist and abdomen, and then over the snow-white hip line to those flawless long legs.
Her nose itched, and a drop of blood almost fell on her leg, so she quickly wiped it off with her sleeve.
Damn, this is such a nosebleed.
What a sin!
The empress lay there and felt no movement. She subconsciously looked back and felt extremely disgusted.
"Shameless scum."
"This only shows that Your Majesty is charming. Don't worry, I can handle it."
Zhao An continued to massage her hard. It was more like taking advantage than massaging, and his big claws almost stayed on her butt.
Empress Leng Buding hummed in a low voice.
Zhao An chuckled to himself, "Call if you want."
"roll."
The empress resisted but felt inexplicably comfortable. Anyway, it was expected that the dog slave would not dare to do anything to her, so he simply continued to enjoy it.
Soon, under Zhao An's constant urging, she slowly turned over.
"Oh, this flexibility!"
Zhao An quickly blocked his nostrils, his heart was excited and his hands were trembling.
The empress closed her eyes, her beautiful face turned into a big red cloth, and her whole body was extremely stiff. However, with Zhao An's massage techniques, her skin became flushed, she trembled slightly, her breathing became rapid, and her snow-white eyes The legs were folded together, and the whole body was squirming like a beautiful snake.
"Zhao An..."
Not long after, the empress suddenly opened her eyes, her pretty face was blurred, and her red lips were mumbling, as if she was talking in her sleep.
Zhao An could still hold it in, but when she called her like that, he was so ecstasy that he almost lost his soul. He felt a wave of anger rushing to his brain, and he couldn't help but locked his weak and boneless body tightly. In his arms, he kissed her lips hard.
The empress's arms were wrapped around her, her phoenix eyes were half-drowsed, her face was as beautiful as a tide, and she wanted to push the person away in a daze.
"Don't touch me..."
"Your Majesty, you took the initiative and don't blame me."
Zhao An pressed his forehead against her eyebrows, rubbing his ears and temples together.
She murmured: "You are teasing me again, you know I won't kill you."
Zhao An was embarrassed and reluctant to let her go. He wanted to hold her down and have a good time.
"No, I, I'm going to sleep."
The empress panicked a little and squirmed in her arms resistingly.
Zhao Anxin bit her tongue suddenly, suppressed the monstrous evil fire, sent her back to the bathtub, washed her once, and threw her into the dragon's nest hastily.
"Slave, you are bleeding."
The empress was startled and suddenly became much more awake. She subconsciously stretched out her small white hand from the quilt to touch Zhao An's lips.
Zhao An was throbbing in pain. He had bitten so hard just now that he couldn't bear even a little bit.
Fortunately, Xiehuo barely suppressed it, so he put his smooth little hands on his face and rubbed it, squatting by the bed and looking at her, his heart full of tenderness.
Little cutie, it’s so annoying.
The empress did not take her hand back and said angrily: "Is it fun?"
"Fun."
Her hands are so beautiful, as tender as spring onions.
Zhao An took her jade finger in his mouth in a playful way. She shuddered and frowned slightly, a little disgusted and a little funny.
It wasn't until he felt that she was a little cold that Zhao An reluctantly put his little hands back under the quilt.
"Slave, you are not allowed to bully me in the future without my permission."
"Here."
Zhao An held his chin and looked at her, unable to get enough of her.
If it were in the past, the empress would have turned her head away without hesitation if she was stared at like this.
But now it was like she was possessed, trying to get the dog slave to look at her, as if there was an invisible attraction that she couldn't resist.
Zhao An joked: "I wonder if your Majesty has heard of this."
"Oh? Tell me." The empress was very interested.
Zhao An reached into the quilt and clasped the cute little paw again.
"Research shows that if a man and a woman look at each other for one second, it means they are not interested in each other; if they look at each other for two seconds, it means they are curious about each other; if they look at each other for three seconds, they are attracted to each other; if they look at each other for more than five seconds, it means they are in love with each other. We just looked at each other for more than five seconds. .”
"You're talking nonsense!"
The empress quickly looked away and looked inside. Her originally pink and white ears turned red.
Zhao An wanted to laugh, this little woman was getting cuter and cuter.
She had been shouting about fighting and killing before. It seems that in the near future, even if she is asked to hand over the throne after falling in love, she probably won't refuse.
"Slave, do you still want to be the emperor?"
The empress suddenly asked, seemingly very seriously.
Zhao An smacked his lips and said: "That thing is not worthy of a dog. If it weren't for protecting you, I would have run away to be happy. Anyway, you can't stop me from leaving, right?"
"you……"
"Don't worry, I will travel around the world when I help you rise to the throne. I promise not to monopolize power and make things difficult for you." Zhao An took his hand back from the quilt and let go of her little hand.
The empress was stunned for a second, then suddenly felt inexplicably lost, "So, you want to leave me?"
"Can't bear to part with it?"
"No, no. Who cares where you go."
The empress turned around and faced her away.
Zhao An touched her head and then quietly exited the Nourishing Heart Hall.
I need to change my clothes now, otherwise I'll catch a cold.
The harem fell silent.
Zhao An returned to his residence, changed his clothes, and headed to Tianyun Court in a big way.
I don’t know if Concubine Yun is asleep. If not, please ask her to sort it out.
The lights in the main hall of Tianyunyuan have not been turned off yet.
Concubine Yun, wearing a thin Yun Shang, was lying beside the small table in a daze. Beside the bed, Hong Luan was lying on her stomach and fell asleep.
Zhao An tiptoed up behind Concubine Yun and hugged her abruptly. She was frightened, turned around to face the handsome face, and couldn't help but scolded: "Don't tease me."
Zhao An hugged her tightly, bit her ear and whispered, "What are you thinking about? Are you so lost in thought?"
"I'm thinking, how long will this kind of life last..."
She closed her eyes and sighed.
Deep palace, high walls, endless loneliness, survival is still torture.
Zhao An's head moved, "Zhi'er, do you want a child? Let's have one, and I will take you out of the palace when the opportunity comes. When the court affairs are settled, our family will fly away."
"child?"
Concubine Yun's elegant face looked lonely, and she didn't dare to hope for that kind of thing.
Zhao An turned her over and lifted her pink chin, "You don't want to leave the palace?"
"Of course I do, but if the Chen family is not eliminated, I will not be able to live in peace."
"I promise you that I will kill him with my own hands and use his head to pay homage to my father-in-law."
"When did my father become your father-in-law?"
Concubine Yun blinked and muttered softly.
