Jiang Ning looked at the scene in front of her, her steps paused, her gaze slowly froze on Lin Zheng's reddened, with clear slap prints, her face showed a little surprise, and then frowned and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

As if hearing Jiang Ning's voice, Mu Jingzhao turned sideways slightly, and secretly glanced at Jiang Ning while no one was paying attention.

Lin Zheng held Mu Jingzhao with one hand, and gave Jiang Ning a salute with the other, "Niangniang, today the minister and the emperor have a drink, and the emperor has drunk too much." ”

Jiang Ning nodded slightly, and said no more, her eyes slowly fell on Mu Jingzhao's embarrassment, and a little disgust appeared in her eyes.

"Then help him in."

After that, Jiang Ning turned his head and walked into the hall, Lin Zheng was about to step forward with Mu Jingzhao, but Mu Jingzhao moved suddenly, and the whole person almost fell to the ground crookedly.

Lin Zheng's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly helped Mu Jingzhao up, and Mu Jingzhao's arms waved in the air for a long time, as if he wanted to catch something.

"Ning'er!" He muttered softly.

Jiang Ning frowned, "What did he say?" ”

Mu Jingzhao seemed to be a little dissatisfied with her such a sluggish response, and stomped her feet like a coquette, and her voice was a little more amplified, "I want Ning'er!" ”

Zheliu covered her mouth and couldn't help but chuckle, she gently bumped Jiang Ning's arm, "The emperor is calling Ning'er." ”

Jiang Ning nodded slightly, as if he hadn't realized that the Ning'er in the other party's mouth was himself, but subconsciously regarded the "Ning'er" in Mu Jingzhao's mouth as someone else.

"Who is Ning'er he is talking about?"

Zheliu's voice was a little helpless, "Of course the emperor said that Ning'er is your mother!" ”

"Me?"

Jiang Ning stared at Mu Jingzhao with a strange expression, and she slowly took two steps forward, as if she wanted to hear what Mu Jingzhao was going to say.

Unexpectedly, she had only taken two steps closer, and Mu Jingzhao instantly broke free of Lin Zheng's restraints and plunged into his arms.

Jiang Ning only felt a strong, breathing hot smell of wine rushing towards him.

Jiang Ning was so smoked by the smell of wine that he could barely open his eyes.

Mu Jingzhao's hands were tightly wrapped around her waist behind her back, almost strangling her a little out of breath, she barely turned her head, trying her best to keep Mu Jingzhao's breath from hitting her face.

However, at the moment when she turned her face away, she accidentally saw that Lin Zheng, who was originally standing on the side, had long since disappeared.

She sighed, and sighed in her heart, fortunately, the Praetorian Guards at the gate of her palace were all transferred away because of important matters today, otherwise Mu Jingzhao would not know how much he would be embarrassed.

It's just that now that Lin Zheng is gone, and the Praetorian Guards are not there, it is almost impossible to help Mu Jingzhao in with the strength of himself and Zheliu.

Lin Zheng.

Jiang Ning's body stiffened suddenly, and she suddenly remembered the red, clearly textured slap marks on Lin Zheng's cheeks not long ago.

The origin of that slap print is self-evident.

Jiang Ning turned his head and looked at Mu Jingzhao, at this moment, his head was buried in Jiang Ning's neck socket, rubbing restlessly.

All she could see was a small bruised red neck of him.

The itchy and numb feeling made Jiang Ning shiver uncontrollably.

What if this person slapped himself later?

Thinking so, Jiang Ning's body unconsciously took a step back, Mu Jingzhao's body tilted, and he hurriedly chased after her, and hugged her in his arms.

Jiang Ning struggled desperately for a while, not only did he not break free, but let him hold him tighter and tighter.

Jiang Ning talked about it for a while, and after comparing how to fan it back to make it more comfortable, he finally sighed resignedly, and beckoned Zheliu to come over and help Mu Jingzhao in.

However, the drunken Mu Jingzhao was like a lifeless corpse, almost all of his strength was pressed on Jiang Ning's body.

Jiang Ning was already petite, plus he didn't know martial arts and didn't have any strength, so he was almost crushed by Mu Jingzhao after only two steps.

She was so tired that she was out of breath, but Mu Jingzhao in her arms was quiet and well-behaved as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

A nameless anger rose in Jiang Ning's heart, but there was nowhere to vent, and after taking two steps in a daze, she stepped on the steps, but she didn't remember that she should remind Mu Jingzhao to lift her feet.

Mu Jingzhao was caught off guard and tripped over the steps, and the whole person fell forward, but one of his hands was still dragging Jiang Ning deadly, with a posture of wanting to pull Jiang Ning down to accompany the funeral.

"Girl, let go!"

At the last moment, Jiang Ning bit Mu Jingzhao's wrist hard without hesitation.

"Ahh

Jiang Ning listened to the muffled sound of falling down, her heart was beating, she turned her head, glanced at Zheliu who was almost stupid on the side, and then grabbed Zheliu and hurriedly ran towards the palace.

"Ahhhhhh

Before Zheliu could react, she had been quickly pulled into the cold palace by Jiang Ning, and by the way, she also locked the door of the house.

And Mu Jingzhao was hit by such a strong fall, his body was already covered with dust, and his stiff nose was also broken the moment he fell.

A stream of scarlet blood poured out of his right nostril.

He barely stood up from the ground on his aching knee, frowned at the locked door, and wiped his nosebleed.

He sighed and shook his head helplessly, "What kind of woman is this?"

On the side, Li Zinian, who was belated, glanced at Mu Jingzhao, and then said in shock: "Ouch, long live my lord, why did you make this appearance?" ”

Originally, Mu Jingzhao thought that Li Zinian was in the way around him, so he found a reason for him to stare at the punishment of those Praetorian Guards and broke him away, but he didn't expect that he took this step and let himself be so reduced to the point that no one cares.

Mu Jingzhao sighed, and then glared at Li Zinian fiercely, Li Zinian hurriedly straightened up, and stepped forward to help him up, but Mu Jingzhao took advantage of his unpreparedness, dragged him over, and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Huh? Long live the minion you said, why don't you understand this? ”

Before Li Zinian could understand, Mu Jingzhao's eyes were misty again, and he fell crookedly.

At the moment when Li Zinian was at a loss, Mu Jingzhao threw another roll of his eyes, and it was only at this moment that Li Zinian seemed to finally understand and nodded, and changed to his usual fussy tone, "My long live lord!" Why are you here by your own? Why do you have so much blood! ”

Seeing this, Mu Jingzhao finally nodded with satisfaction, and fell crookedly, as if he had fallen unconscious again.

(End of chapter)