"Lu Ting, are you willing to come and serve me?" Emperor Zhengxing gave a confused smile. This question was extremely frivolous.
Anyone with a little bit of discernment knows that the meaning of "serve" is extraordinary.
Cen Xijin also wiped his sweat with excitement while working tirelessly on the eavesdropping plan.
"Your Majesty, the Ninth Five-Year-Old Supreme Being, with the humble body of a servant, can add fragrance and ink to Your Majesty, of course I am willing, but His Highness..." Lu Ting lowered his head a little shyly, and his cheeks seemed to be stained with a blush.
In ancient times, it was a romantic and beautiful thing for friends to exchange concubines and maidservants.
There are also cases where I reward my sons with my maidservants, but the concubines are more strictly controlled. Although the concubines are humble, they get through the process justifiably.
But if you give your son's maid to me, it would be a bit unreasonable - what kind of thing is this! To put it harshly, it’s just picking up ashes, but to put it nicely… there’s no way to put it nicely!
Emperor Zhengxing easily bent the persimmon branch hanging over his head and said with a smile: "Well, of course I have a way."
It's a pity that although he is a strong man with an advantage in size, he is not as good at farm work as Cen Xijin. He pulled the persimmon off the branch with a little force. It was pulled off, but the skin was not. The thin and soft red persimmon was squeezed to pieces by his hand, and the sweet juice stuck to his hand.
Although persimmons taste sweet, the taste will be unpleasant if the sweet juice is sticky all over your hands. Emperor Zhengxing frowned and said nothing. He just threw the persimmons to the ground impatiently, thinking that these persimmons were really annoying. It would be better to chop them all down another day.
Lu Ting is a smart man with excellent eyesight and kung fu.
Seeing that Emperor Zhengxing was very bored with the sweet juice on his hand, she turned her eyes, put away the resentment in her eyes, knelt down to him, turned her face half shyly, half charmingly, and then stretched out her dexterous His uvula licked Emperor Zhengxing's hand slowly and proactively.
This is a very simple movement, but coupled with her pair of brown eyes full of exotic and mysterious charm, her slim waist as graceful and flexible as a willow branch, and her extremely skilled crawling movements, it becomes a seductive effect. The charming look is like a cute little kitten in spring, excitedly looking for food on people's hands.
Feeling the numbness on his hands, Emperor Zhengxing's mood suddenly became slightly moist, and the originally refreshing air became stagnant and ambiguous.
Lu Ting's tongue is as powerful as her eyesight.
Every time the spiritual tongue squirms, it is like sowing a seed that is about to sprout into the moist soil. The seeds seem to have reached a certain critical point, that is, if they don't sprout, they won't sprout. It makes people feel itchy and unbearable.
In a word, I want to scratch my itch.
Cen Xijin, who was hiding in the bushes, looked at it with a red face, wow, that looks so exciting!
This picture is charming and fragrant enough, but it also blends just right.
But at this critical moment, someone suddenly reached out and patted Cen Xijin on the shoulder.
Ahhhh! !
Cen Xijin almost screamed out, but the man behind her seemed to have expected it and stuffed a piece of cloth into her mouth when she opened her mouth.
Damn it, is this a scene where the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind? !
And usually in such scenes, the person behind her who stuffs cloth into her mouth is either a handsome and mysterious ice-faced assassin, or a handsome and unrestrained swordsman who plays in the world, or the kind of handsome and indifferent but partial to "heroine" The drug-addicted shadow guard... is inseparable from the word handsome anyway.
To sum up, when Cen Xijin's face appeared in Cen Xijin's field of vision, her heart almost collapsed.
When Cen Xijin realized the identity of this beautiful girl, the word collapse was not enough to describe her heart.
She actually didn't have much of an impression of who Yan Zi was, but who Yan Hong was, she could think of it with a little thought - those two were respectable maids beside the queen!
The empress is the emperor's wife.
The emperor is the husband of the queen.
What would a wife do if she knew her husband was affectionate with another woman? Naturally, he would cry, make trouble, hang himself, and give rat poison to other people's homes.
So what would happen if the queen knew that the emperor was having an affair with another woman?
According to the rules, the emperor's three palaces and six courtyards were normal. Even if the queen knew about it, she couldn't do anything to him - but if that woman was a maid next to the queen's own son, things would be a big deal.
As an emperor, he can naturally bless whoever he wants, but there is a truth in everything in this world, and there is a ruler to measure morality, unless he wants to be an unprincipled and ignorant king who will be infamous for thousands of years.
Shao Zi's skills were unexpectedly flexible and agile. She firmly grasped Cen Xijin's mouth with one hand and held down her body with the other. There was no other expression on her face except a sneer.
Looking at that sneer, three words popped into Cen Xijin's head: good, bad, and bad.
Then she thought, could the piece of cloth in her mouth be the legendary smelly and long foot-binding cloth? But it seems that people with bound feet are not popular in this era.
Cen Xijin was gagged by Su Zi and couldn't speak. Of course, with her little cleverness, she knew that she couldn't speak at this moment, but she felt a little aggrieved.
Alas, it’s better to just keep growing crops and engage in agriculture.
Cutting wheat, harvesting sweet potatoes, etc., how comfortable and enjoyable it is, and you can quietly squint and take a nap when no one is paying attention.
No wonder those novels about farmers and businessmen are more popular than those about court struggles!
What’s so good about places like Royal Garden and Royal Orchard? Legend has it that the concubines must fight for the place, and people's heads will be lost at every turn. It is not sad to have the ability to bring disaster to a fish in a pond. The saddest thing is that you are the fish in the pond, the fish in the pond.
The fish in the pond is like the bird in the cage, the turtle in the urn, and the meat on the chopping board is only the meat of a mermaid.
The two of them kept their stiff movements like this. Cen Xijin cherished his life, was very obedient, and did not resist at all. Even after Emperor Zhengxing and Lu Ting walked away, Sha Zi took the initiative to let go of her, and she was still blinking. I dare not move my eyes.
"Are you the female historian of Siyuansi?" Shanzi didn't know who she was, but the only one who could enter the imperial orchard and was fully armed was Siyuansi who was still in the bedroom.
Cen Xijin nodded quickly and honestly, thinking that he was so worthless and shameless that even Suzi could not remember who she was. Of course, there were so many female officials and maids in the harem, even if they had met each other once, they would not be able to remember who she was. Who knows who is who? Love so and so.
"Then what did you see just now?"
The blind man didn't see anything. But if we tell the truth, he is the most hopeless blind man, a blind man who is blind but still lacks a heart.
Cen Xijin's subconscious reaction was to cover his eyes, then shake his head in a high-spirited manner, and murmured: "I haven't seen anything, I don't know anything, I don't know..."
But will people believe it?
