"No. Brother loves you."
"Then brother, lie down."
She patted the empty seat next to her and urged: "Brother, hurry up. Don't just talk but don't do anything. Prove it with actions. If you don't sleep with me, you don't love me."
Sang Qi was so entangled by her that she had no choice but to lie down on the bed.
It shouldn't be a big deal if you lie down with your clothes on, right?
"Anlejun——"
When Chen Jin saw Sang Qi lying down on the bed, he couldn't stand it anymore.
He is like a die-hard fan of He Lan Yin. Seeing Sang Qi do this, he feels that he is taking advantage of He Lan Yin's women, and he swears to protect He Lan Yin's interests to the death - that bed, Sang Qi must not Lying down!
"What's the matter?"
Sang Qi frowned and looked at the man who walked in. Because he injured Yu Tan yesterday, he didn't like him very much.
What's more, he just listened to their conversation, and his ears wanted to stick in, and he could see clearly.
Chen Jin apologized and said with a smile: "The Xianlin Garden has been tidied up. His Majesty said that you should go and see it in person, whether you like it and whether it is comfortable. The key point is whether there is anything missing or whether it is possible to add more."
This was said very smoothly, with a hint of deception.
Sang Qi didn't know the inside story, so he was deceived. The main reason was that it was very reasonable, so he stood up and bowed from a distance: "Your Majesty, you're welcome."
Chen Jin complimented: "Your Majesty loves your empress, and everyone in the palace knows it, so he is naturally attracted to Anle Jun."
Then he stretched out his hand and said, "I hope Mr. Anle will move over."
Sang Qi nodded, leaving Xue Tuan to accompany Sang Ning, and said with a smile: "Sang Sang, be good and get some sleep. Brother will come see you later."
He didn't know that if he left, it would be difficult for him to enter the palace again.
Sang Ning vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. The Dog Emperor liked her and would not attack his brother so quickly. She would see him more often in the future and ask about his situation. She would always keep his wealth and safety if she could.
Hey, she is so sick and wants to protect others, who will protect her?
Without the beautiful man, the pain gradually swept over me.
Her menstruation was also heavy, so she hurriedly called for Luzhi, who helped her to the clean room and changed the menstrual belt.
Menstrual period is so miserable!
Fortunately, her time was not long. In the afternoon, the amount was very small, and she thought it would be clean by tomorrow.
She thought so and her mood improved. During dinner, she thought of eating with her brother, but she didn't expect anyone. Instead, she waited for the Dog Emperor.
The Dog Emperor looked very unhappy.
When Sanning saw it, he was very excited: "Your Majesty, have you encountered something unhappy? Tell me quickly and make me happy."
She was bored, so boring, and the appearance of the Dog Emperor was better than nothing.
He Lanyin didn't know the disgust in her heart, and snorted coldly: "You can be happy. I saw your love letter to Feng Runsheng."
He knew yesterday that she had corresponded with Feng Runsheng, but he didn't make it public and asked someone to find a way to get her letters.
The secret guards watched the Feng family for two days and one night. They just stole it, no, they just took it.
"I only hope that your heart is like my heart. Hey, what kind of heart do you have? Huh?"
He Lanyin thought about the content of the love letter, stood at the table with a cold face, looked down at Sang Ning who was drinking soup, his eyes were as cold as a deep pool: "Sang Ning, you eat my food and sleep in my bed, Slapping me in the face and coveting my general——"
"Your Majesty's words really rhyme!"
Sanning commented in a light tone: "Has your Majesty eaten? If not, please sit down and eat."
He Lanyin became even more angry when he saw how calm and calm she was: "I'm not like you, so I can't eat it."
If Sang Ning had a normal temper, he would have said: If you like eating or not, get out!
This is also in line with He Lanyin's expectations.
But he made a mistake.
Sanning took his hand and pulled him to sit on the stool, with a gentle voice: "Then shall I feed your majesty?"
He Lanyin: "..."
He never thought that Sang Ning would have such an attitude. He was stunned for a moment and began to think about the reason: a honey trap? Is she guilty? Are you afraid that he will take action against Feng Run, so you please him?
Jealousy immediately filled my heart.
He thought bitterly: It would be better to make a fuss and lose his temper with him!
It's very depressing.
"This fish soup is good. Would you like it, Your Majesty?"
Sang Ning scooped up a spoonful and fed it to his mouth.
He Lanyin subconsciously opened his mouth and drank it. He suddenly felt extremely sour: "It's so sour, are you trying to murder me?"
Sang Ning liked sourness and didn't find the fish soup sour at all. He picked up the bowl and took a big sip: "Where is the sourness? This bit of sourness can kill your majesty, so I'll kill myself first."
Helan Yin was speechless and even more depressed.
Sang Ning was rarely good-tempered, so he fed him other dishes: "Then your Majesty, try this sliced meat."
He Lanyin couldn't eat anymore. She must have been abused for a long time. Her current behavior was just to please another man for the sake of him, so she deliberately said with a cold face: "You eat yours! I'm not hungry!"
Don’t eat even if you’re hungry!
The demon concubine kept saying that she liked him, and yesterday she took off his clothes and asked him to sleep with him. But before that, she wrote love poems to other men!
I just hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to your love?
If you don't let Feng Runsheng down, then you're letting him down?
hateful!
It is truly the most poisonous and heartbreaking!
Sang Ning didn't know He Lanyin's resentment towards her husband and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I've eaten."
Seeing her saying this, He Lanyin frowned and asked, "Have you really eaten?"
Sanning nodded: "Yes. Eat well."
After hearing this, He Lanyin reached out to touch her belly without saying anything, trying to see if she was full. This behavior was a bit like a mother touching her baby's belly to check if the baby was full, which was very funny.
Sanning smiled at his touch: "Your Majesty, I'm not a child, I'm really full."
He Lanyin actually didn't touch his bulging belly. It was flat and had a thin waist. It didn't look like he was full at all, so he said with a stinky face: "Do you have a little bird's stomach? Eat more."
"I won't eat anymore. I'm seventy percent full. It won't feel good if I hold on."
It seems reasonable?
He let go of this, sat upright, and asked: "Sang Ning, tell me the truth, do you like Feng Runsheng?"
In order to get out her true words, he began to set a trap, pretending to be generous and said: "If you like him, please ask me, maybe I will become a beautiful man."
would not!
If she dares to say that she likes him, he will definitely transfer Feng Runsheng to Sangzhou as a magistrate! She would never want to see him!
Can Sang Ning fall into his trap?
How can a man as possessive as him become an adult?
Stop joking!
She didn't believe it, but even if she did, she wouldn't be able to give up the entire forest for a tree.
"I like Your Majesty."
She grabbed He Lanyin's hand and placed it on her heart. She stared at him with a pair of beautiful fox eyes, full of love: "Didn't I show it clearly enough? Your Majesty, the king of ten thousand chariots, the lord of the world, How can he be compared to a little general?"
She showed her adoration and fascination for him by blowing rainbow farts.
He Lanyin was stunned by the sweetness, and her remaining sense was focused on one thing: "Then write him a love poem."
Sang Ning said without blushing, "It's just a practice of writing. I actually want to write a love poem to His Majesty."
"Then write it!"
"good."
She stretched out her arms and let him carry her to the desk.
He Lanyin hugged her obediently.
The pens and papers on the desk are well arranged.
Sang Ning bit the end of his pen and began to think of love poems, no, erotic poems. The Dog Emperor was staring at him, so he needed strong medicine, otherwise he would feel inferior to Feng Runsheng and find trouble again.
Helan Yin didn't know what Sang Ning was thinking. Looking at this scene, he was a little confused. Wait, is it about writing love poems now? He obviously came here to investigate! How did the topic come to this? He was led astray by the demon concubine, and he was already a thousand miles away!
