Chapter 7: Anti-Molesque
Several other Imperial Forest soldiers also restrained Wang Zhi, who had moved, and made him unable to move.
"Cheng, Prime Minister, I, I..." Qin Zixuan was obviously so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly, his body kept trembling, and he saw that there were water stains overflowing between his crotch, he wanted to block it but didn't dare to move because Feng Jing was there.
"Hey, you're peeing your pants." Hua Tiantian blinked and lay on Feng Jing's shoulder with big eyes, seeing that Qin Zixuan, whose head was lowered deeper because of her words, became more and more energetic.
She deliberately pretended not to understand and asked the leader of the Royal Guards, "You say, is this peeing of pants to men the same as a woman giving birth without an asshole, right?" ”
The leader of the Royal Forest Army's face twitched slightly, but he still replied respectfully with lowered eyes, "Back to Your Majesty, yes." He silently wiped a handful of sweat from the bottom of his heart.
Feng Jing took the flower Tiantian, who became more and more energetic the more he spoke, and his narrow phoenix eyes were half-narrowed, "Your Majesty, you are not qualified to laugh at others." ”
Hua Tiantian clenched her fists, wanting to break free of Feng Jing, but Feng Jing's strength was far above her, so she had to give up.
Let him carry it, shrugged his shoulders, and picked his nose and said, "Prime Minister, who still needs qualifications if a widow wants to laugh?" I am the empress of this Yan country. ”
Feng Jing took a moment's time, "Really? Your Majesty, you only think about flirting with beautiful men all day long, and now you remember that you are the empress of Yan Kingdom? ”
Hua Tian is angry, Feng Jing knows that she uses her little caution to flirt with beautiful men, is it wrong for her to flirt with beautiful men? ? There is no imperial power that a generation of empresses should have, she teases a beautiful man to entertain her life, what's wrong with her life!!
"The Prime Minister should worry about his marriage as soon as possible, isn't it too tiring to take care of the widow all day?" Hua Tiantian continued to pick her nose and began to change the subject.
can't talk about her identity with Feng Jing, although I don't want to admit it, but since she took the throne, Feng Jing has indeed helped her deal with all political affairs, and she hasn't done anything else for this Yan country except for flirting with Xiaomei every day, and she is full of tears!!
But if she was not mistaken, why did she always feel that Feng Jing's face had changed slightly after she finished speaking, Hua Tiantian quickly closed her eyes and pinched the corner of her clothes and began to think about how to escape from the scene.
"Weichen has not yet reached the age of being anxious about that kind of thing, but Your Majesty, how dare you relax your control if you are so worried." Feng Jingjun's face was dyed with a hazy smile, which did not reach the bottom of his eyes.
Hua Tiantian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Feng Jing say this, fortunately he didn't seem to have anything wrong, and then immediately blocked him with words, but out of fear of Feng Jing's accumulation over the years, he said extremely quietly, "Where is it, it's in your early twenties." ”
Feng Jing chuckled faintly on his face, "Your Majesty, are you so worried about Weichen's marriage, are you afraid that one day you will be aroused by Weichen's beauty to be careful about your teasing?" ”
Hua Tiantian's face twitched, and this guy deliberately teased her again.
Because Feng Jing was very close to her, the fragrance on her body poured straight into the tip of her nose.
Probably because Feng Jing deals with twists and turns all day long, there is still a faint ink fragrance on her body that is not on the little beautiful men she has flirted.
Hua Tiantian felt that her brain was a little weak, and her always sharp mouth instantly began to be inflexible.
She pushed him away, and wanted to scold a few words about your shamelessness, you covet the beauty of the widow and dare to move your hands and feet, and drag it out to play the board recklessly, but as soon as you say it, it becomes, "You, you, you, you, you are less narcissistic." ”
She was a little shy, and the movement of pointing at Feng Jing with her waist trembling also seemed a little weak because of her shy tone