Chapter 393: I Was a Salted Fish in the Cold Palace (36)

Hearing the words of the system, Ye Chuijin was stunned again: [No, I'm thinking about the BOSS's enthusiastic personality, why is the title either Wen or Jing? Could it be that he is okay with this mouthful? 】

Saying that, she muttered to herself: [I can't tell he has this preference in bed......]

System: [......]

The next time it talks more, it's a dog.

It's a dog!!

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Because the saint began to favor the "Jing nobles", the grass on the walls of the palace began to defect one after another.

Xi Shi was originally worried that her mother-in-law would touch the scene and be heartbroken, but what she didn't expect was that her mother-in-law didn't care at all, and only began to practice martial arts again after she had taken care of her body.

Now her body is not as good as before, but her previous experience is still there.

Xi Shi was not sad at all to see her, and she was both relieved and heartbroken.

She was at war with heaven and man, and she didn't know whether she should do it or not.

Until the day of the beginning of spring, Ye Chuijin was fascinated by practicing martial arts in the courtyard, and Ning Chi walked in without saying a word.

He had been waiting all this time.

Ning Chi didn't know what he was waiting for? Wait for her to take the initiative to bow her head? He knew it wasn't possible.

How rebellious this person is, he has long realized it, how can she bow to him?

But let Ning Chi take the initiative to bow his head, he couldn't do it.

He is the king of a country and has always been high.

So when the courtiers played again, hoping that he would accept another concubine for the sake of the emperor's heir, Ning Chi agreed to the gods.

He was very kind to this quiet nobleman, and the precious jade and beautiful pearls were sent to her dormitory in boxes.

Jing Guiren was different from that person, that person never paid attention to what he had rewarded, even if it was carefully selected by him, there would be no gratitude on her face.

Jing Guiren will kneel down respectfully and gently to thank him, with a pair of eyes full of affection and emotion.

This is a standard concubine.

Unlike that person's standards, this quiet noble man was obedient to him from the bottom of his heart.

She doesn't need him to reprimand, and she doesn't need him to bother with anything, she is the most docile.

Ning Chi sometimes thinks to himself, what did he spend all that effort on? It's better to spend your life with others.

She is not the only one in the world who will curl up in her arms, and she is not the only body that can warm him.

But no matter how Ning Chi thought about it, when Jing Guiren sent someone to invite him in the evening, he went to Boyun Xiaozhu every time.

If he stays in someone else's palace, she won't like it.

Ning Chi thought so self-deceptively, it seemed that if she was unhappy because of Jing Guiren, it would prove that she had him in her heart.

But...... Never.

She wasn't unhappy, she was still living her life the way she wanted to be.

Even if he didn't come to Boyun Xiaozhu, she was more comfortable.

It's like now.

Ning Chi stood quietly aside, the little general who was focused on martial arts training didn't notice his arrival, and was still dancing with a sword.

She was emaciated, dressed in a simple robe, and looked heroic, but as thin and fragile as a sword in her hand.

After all, he hadn't practiced martial arts for a long time, and the little general's footwork was a little messy, and he suddenly mixed and fell to the ground.

She hissed, then braced herself to her feet.

At that moment, her eyes darkened.

Someone held out a hand at her, as if trying to get her to stand up with her hand.