Chapter 300: The King of Grievances Didn't Give You a Name
It doesn't seem reasonable to mess with him for the Frost Courtyard for the time being, and I have to explain her nonsense first.
However, the man didn't give her a chance, as if he had completely forgotten about it, didn't mention half a word, and didn't let her mention it.
It's just grinding until it's bedtime at night.
Pei Lingqi knew that he had gone too far last night and hurt the delicate little girl, so he smeared the medicine on her in the morning, and he had to wipe it this time.
Sheng Hansleeve saw the man lift the hem of her clothes and put his hand on her obscene pants.
Her scalp exploded, does the big guy still want to come?! Then he kicked him without thinking, "I hurt so much, I don't want it!" β
Since she woke up, she was not let go of his arms, he hugged him to the toilet and so on, Sheng Hansleeve thought that he pitied her for being injured, but as soon as it got dark, she turned into a bird-beast?
Pei Lingqi was unguarded, his shoulder was kicked firmly, and his dark eyes were gloomy, but he was not angry because he was kicked, "I have a cold face all night, and I don't give this king a good face, sleeves, is this king too used to you?" β
It seems that this king is too good to you, and spoils you so much that you forget your identity!
Sheng Han's sleeve nose was sour, "Yes!" It's all the king's favorite me! Do I blame me for the prince's love of pets?! β
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A little bit of anger disappeared in an instant, and Pei Lingqi kissed her knee closely, "This king spoils you, do you still want to run?" β
Back and forth, this is the crux of the matter, Sheng Hansleeve simply spread out the words and said.
"Why can't I just think about leaving? What about how good you are to me? Knowing my identity, you let others treat me as a plaything, no matter how bad I am, I have been pampered by golden branches and jade leaves, why bother to be a disgraceful little pet in this palace! β
Princess Qisleeve is not just a little princess who does not have a serious name and has not entered the royal family tree, otherwise why would those good sisters deliberately sell the original owner to Fanyu's Qinglou, they can't be purely jealous of her appearance.
If she returns to the eternal night, then the throne will also be able to fight.
Pei Lingqi's eyes were heavy, "It turns out that you complained that the king didn't give you a name." β
He already wanted to give her a title, and the process of marrying her as a concubine was too cumbersome, especially since Yongye had just attacked Fanyu, but he could eliminate all difficulties, and he could break the balance with the Queen Mother and compete with her.
This timid little thing prepared such a big gift for him.
If he hadn't returned early, whether she wanted it or not, Mo Rin might have taken possession of herβ
Thinking of this, Pei Lingqi's eyes were gloomy and cold.
Sheng Han shrunk her neck, she explained one of the reasons why she wanted to slip away at the beginning, the big guy was so angry, so when she finished speaking, I was afraid that she would be killed?
She was excited, and got up with her hands and feet to hug him, "Lord Wang, Lord Wang, that was what I thought before, I didn't dare to believe it at that time, everyone was afraid, I felt that only I could protect myself." β
"If this king doesn't give you a name, do you think this king won't protect you in everything?"
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The big guy's touching reading comprehension ability was definitely taught by his martial arts teacher.
Sheng Hansleeve smiled and kissed him, "No, I didn't like you at that time, I regarded you as a big tree to rely on, but no big tree can rely on it for a lifetime." β
She was indirectly telling him that she liked him now.
Pei Lingqi's dark eyes under his long eyelashes were slightly dark, "In other words, you just don't trust this king." β
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Who would believe in someone who is forced to commit themselves all at once? And even if you don't have that kind of premise, trust has to be accumulated little by little!
Pei Lingqi gently put the person down on the bed, "Is it over, this king will give you medicine." β