(Degree of Literature) "The guards at the door didn't come for rice, so can the thieves sneak in from the outside without noticing? Could it be that the whole palace regarded me as an outsider, and that they were united in their hatred of the enemy? ”

The empress's attitude is there, do the palace guards have the courage to disobey the empress's words and target her?

Pei Lingqi's handsome face showed a relieved smile, and patted the girl's delicate cheek, "It's okay, it's not stupid." ”

Sheng Hansleeve fed him two white eyeballs, "Are you a big fool for me?" ”

The man laughed happily and kissed her forehead, "No, you're good, you're smart." ”

"Red." Sheng Hansleeve hurriedly motioned for her to go down to the servant girl who was standing stupidly waiting for orders, and pushed the man who hugged her tightly without lightly or heavily, "Lord Wang, you are really ......"

"Huh?" Pei Lingqi's low voice was raised, his wide sleeves were raised, he extinguished the candle he had lit himself, turned over and held the little girl in his arms, his thin lips lingering on her cheeks, "I'm already very patient." ”

Sheng Han's sleeves softened uncontrollably, barely maintaining two or three points of consciousness, "I don't plan to tell the empress about tonight." ”

But it probably won't be long before she's completely fallen.

Pei Lingqi only cared about intimacy, and it took a long time to utter a low syllable, "Hmm." ”

"I'm going to sue for this little thing, not to mention that she doesn't have time to help me check, it also seems that I'm useless."

Since she is a person who shows her sleeves, she can beat and scold. And the masked woman is different, Bao Buqi is the first and second in command of the real murderer behind the scenes, and it is most appropriate to hand it over to the empress.

Pei Lingqi looked at the girl's lips that opened and closed, and the whole person was stunned.

He was menacing and irresistible, Sheng Hansleeve raised his arm to hold his hot face, and closed his eyes hard.

After regaining a little ability to think, she unconsciously grabbed one hand into the man's inky hair, "Lord Wang, empress...... The empress won't let ......"

Pei Lingqi understood what she meant by what she didn't finish, hugged her and said in a low voice, "It's okay." ”

"Huh?" Sheng Hansleeve tried his best to open his eyes in confusion.

The man's voice was muffled and he smiled, "She won't let you rest with me, so it's okay for me to accompany you." ”

Sheng Hansleeve's head was in chaos when he heard it, what do you mean? Who accompanies whom...... Is there a difference?

But she didn't ask again, and the cold moonlight shone dimly on the shadows on the bed curtain.

……

Chaohuang Palace.

The unfinished recital was moved to the empress's bedroom, Sheng Beifeng changed into comfortable clothes, and crouched in front of the desk with his hands in his hand.

"Da Da Da" The internal official bowed closer, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, the second princess woke up, her hands hurt, and she was coaxed to sleep by the imperial husband." ”

The imperial doctor said that Sheng Qiaofei's hand was seriously injured and it was basically impossible to completely heal. I haven't told her this yet, so as to prevent her from crying and making fuss and behaving inappropriately.

"Hmm." Sheng Beifeng's tone was rather light, and he didn't raise his head.

"In addition, Lord Zhan...... Went to the Sleeve Dew Palace. ”

The act of flipping through the hands of the empress stopped, and the words on the fold seemed to be fogged, unexpected and not surprising - is Pei Lingqi's attachment to Qi Sleeve physical or psychological?

"Lone knows, don't care." She's the way in the end.

"Yes."

After the internal official finished speaking, he retreated silently, Sheng Beifeng suddenly clenched the wolf's hair, and Qingming's eyes gradually revealed meaningful emotions.

Compared with the deserted Chaohuang Palace, the temperature in the bedroom of the Sleeve Lu Palace continues to rise.

After that, Sheng Han's sleeves were hugged by the man's shoulders, Pei Lingqi's black eyes were half-squinted, caressing her soft long hair, lazy and comfortable.

The girl was a little sleepy, but a question lingered in her heart, supporting her sobriety.

After being silent, her voice was slightly hoarse and soft: "Lord Wang." "One hundred plating" evil king's overlord: demon concubine, presumptuous! The latest chapters of "Paw Book House" are free to read for the first time.

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