Although the concubines were a little reluctant to part with him, they did not dare to disobey him. They filled their bodies and left reluctantly.
After everyone dispersed, Jun Qianche walked into Fengyang Palace. Since he was discovered, he went to face what happened that night.
When they met again, they were both a little embarrassed. Although the two of them were not very familiar before, fortunately they were a couple and could talk to each other naturally, but now that they are close to each other, they are still together in a forced way, which makes them feel very awkward.
The two stood in the courtyard, looking at each other, feeling indescribably awkward and awkward.
Mo Qiqi didn't like this feeling, so she pretended to be fine and joked: "Your Majesty, look how popular you are! The sisters are so happy to see you, why don't you let them spend more time with you!"
"Are you okay?" Jun Qianche didn't want to talk about those women.
His words once again brought back the embarrassment that Mo Qiqi had managed to disguise. She looked away from him and pretended to be relaxed: "It's very good! Eat well, sleep well, and there are so many good sisters singing with me." , dancing, how can it be bad!"
"What happened that night was that I lost control. I will never force you again in the future. I will -" Jun Qianche promised seriously.
"I don't remember what happened that night. Your Majesty won't mention it again. Let's just pretend it never happened." Mo Qiqi pretended to be careless and smiled.
Jun Qianche looked at her deeply, turned around and left helplessly.
Mo Qiqi looked at his retreating back and murmured: "It's an afterthought. After eating and wiping everything, is it useful to say this again? Zhazha. I will definitely find an opportunity to make you look good." Her bright eyes turned. , the idea of how to kill Jun Qianche came to his mind.
A dark, windy night is the perfect time to do something shameful.
Everyone in the Yujing Palace went down to rest. A dark figure sneaked outside Jun Qianche's bedroom. He looked around, then took out a small bamboo tube from his waist, went to the window, and pierced the window paper. , gently insert the small bamboo tube, blow on the small bamboo tube, and a stream of white smoke will come out of the bamboo tube.
Mo Qiqi took back the small bamboo tube and counted silently in her heart: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.
"Banxiang said that this confusing fragrance is very powerful. Counting to nine, no matter how powerful the person is, he will be fascinated. I think Jun Qianche must have been fascinated by it now! Hum! Jun Qianche, how dare you force yourself on me?" Auntie, let’s see if I don’t kill you today.”
So Mo Qiqi walked to the door cautiously, squatted down, reached out and gently pushed the door open. Fortunately, the door was not locked. God help me, it seems that God wants you to perish.
Mo Qiqi walked into Jun Qianche's bedroom with a cat's body, and quickly glanced at the room. There was no one in the outer hall.
Mo Qiqi smiled proudly. It seemed that she was right to put the drug into the inner room. Then she quietly and tiptoed towards the inner room, focusing so much on the inner room that she ignored her feet. A vase was kicked by his foot.
Mo Qiqi was startled and immediately knelt down to help her. Fortunately, she was able to hold him. She was so frightened that she slapped her chest: "It's so dangerous, so dangerous."
After moving at a very fast speed, Mo Qiqi finally arrived in front of the dragon bed. She squatted in front of the bed, but was attracted by the carved rosewood bed in front of her. Mo Qiqi's hand unconsciously touched it, and she was amazed in her heart: It is indeed the bed where the emperor sleeps. The patterns are carved so lifelike and ingenious. What tools were used to carve them? How can they carve the patterns so lifelike? I really admire these ancients!
After some research, Mo Qiqi's thoughts were finally brought back. She knocked her head and complained softly: "Mo Qiqi, what are you doing! You came to kill Jun Qianche, why did you study his bed?" .
He looked around the room again, then slowly stood up and saw Jun Qianche lying quietly on the big bed with his eyes closed.
Seeing that he was asleep, Mo Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the dragon bed, looked at the sleeping Jun Qianche, pointed at his nose and scolded: "Jun Qianche, you are not very capable. Well! If you have the ability, don’t be knocked unconscious by my aunt’s drug! Humph! How dare you force yourself on this girl? Let’s see what you can do. If you are the emperor, you will be so powerful! Today, I will send you to see the King of Hell. Tomorrow The world will change its monarch. If Yuehen becomes the emperor, he will be wiser than you." He touched the dagger at his waist and prepared to kill Jun Qianche, but after touching around, he didn't find it. He immediately lowered his head and looked for it carefully. , murmured to himself: "Where did it go? I obviously brought it with me." He recalled the scene when he arrived: after finding the dagger, he specially asked Banxiang to take a piece of pork to test whether the dagger was sharp, and the dagger pointed at the pork. As soon as he inserted it, the pork was pierced instantly. The experiment proved that the dagger was quite sharp. Then he felt relieved and put the dagger on the table. Then he went to the inner room to change into night clothes. After putting on the night clothes, At that time, he even said that he would hide the dagger in his waist! Then he put the most important cigarette on his waist. At this time, he was thirsty and poured a glass of water to drink. Banxiang persuaded himself not to come, but he didn't listen and ran out directly. Oh my God! I forgot the dagger.
Wow, it can't be so miserable! All is ready except for the opportunity. This smoke was obtained by Ban Xiang with great difficulty from the rivers and lakes. Now that I don’t have a dagger, how can I kill Jun Qian Che!
Looking at the sleeping Jun Qianche, it would be a pity not to seize such a good opportunity.
No, we must kill him, because we don’t have a dagger! There are many ways to kill people. His eyes fell on the porcelain on the antique shelf, and a proud smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Yes." He immediately ran forward, took a vase, and prepared to smash it, using the fragments to cut his pulse, causing him to strangle himself. Illusion: Hahaha, Mo Qiqi, you are so smart.
But when Mo Qiqi raised the vase and wanted to drop it, it couldn't fall down: This is a top-quality vase, and it's made of blue and white porcelain. You must know how rare blue and white porcelain is. Not only is the firing process complicated and difficult, but it can also be fired. It is even more difficult to produce such exquisite and exquisite ones. There are not many that have been handed down from ancient times to the present. Which one is not priceless. If this one gets to modern times, it will definitely be a priceless treasure. If it is thrown away so easily by myself, future generations will I can't see such a beautiful masterpiece, and I feel sorry for the master who made this bottle. No, I can't be cruel to natural objects. You have to know that every time we do archaeology, we see beautiful porcelain broken. The regret and regret are really sad.
Mo Qiqi immediately put the vase back: "I'm sorry! I almost ruined you."
Cutting his wrists with porcelain was not enough. If he thought about anything else, Mo Qiqi sat on the edge of the bed again, looked at Jun Qianche's neck, narrowed his black eyes, and said coldly: "The neck is a very important part of the human body. If it is a human His neck was strangled, how long can he hold on? Jun Qianche, I'm sorry." She raised her hand and prepared to strangle him, but when her hand came to his neck, she found that she could not stretch out her hand. Go down.
There was a big difference between him who was sleeping soundly and what he saw on ordinary days. At this time, he was like a defenseless child. His long eyelashes cast shadows under the candlelight, like two small fans.
The thick eyebrows are as stylish as ink paintings, the nose is high and straight, like a carefully carved work of art, the lips are moderately thick and sexy, and the skin is smooth and delicate, better than those of models and celebrities who endorse cosmetics. The combination of facial features cannot find any flaws.
I have always thought that Jun Yuehen's appearance is rare in the world and that he is extremely handsome. In fact, Jun Qianche's appearance is not inferior to him at all, but he is usually too cold and too serious, so people dare not look at his face. Even those who dare to look at it will ignore his beauty because they are afraid of his coldness, and will only remember his coldness deeply.
Jun Qianche, God has given you such a good skin. Unfortunately, you did not make good use of your good skin to attract others and leave a good impression on others. Instead, you used your indifference to keep others away. Like you People who deserve to die young and be hated by others.
He took the pillow on the side, raised it, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry! Today next year will be your death anniversary." He turned away and prepared to press the pillow to his face, but as soon as the pillow touched his face, Mo Mo Qiqi immediately raised the pillow again: "No, if I kill him this way, won't the scene of his death be too ugly? It would be bad if he scares others." The scene when watching a horror movie appeared in her mind He looked like a zombie and was so frightened that he immediately threw away the pillow in his hand.
After rejecting three murder plans in a row, Mo Qiqi became a little worried. This won't work, that won't work either, how on earth can she kill him!
His eyes looked around the room again, and finally, his eyes fell on the sword on the sword stand. He stood up and walked slowly over.
He took the sword from the weapon rack and pulled it out. There was a cold light on the sword. At first glance, it was clear that it was a fine sword that cut iron as well as clay. If this sword were to penetrate, Jun Qianche might not even feel the pain. It's dead when it arrives.
Mo Qiqi took the sword and walked back to the bed again. Looking at the sleeping Jun Qianche, she murmured in her heart: Jun Qianche, don't blame me. You were the one who sorry for me first. You should be a warm man in the next life! If a person is too cold, he will be unlovable.
He raised the sword in his hand and prepared to stab him in the chest, but when the sword was still an inch away from his chest, he stopped. He kept brainwashing himself to stab him, but he couldn't move his hand. .
Mo Qiqi sighed helplessly and murmured: "Mo Qiqi, you are so useless! You can't even do something as simple as raising and falling the sword." Since I can't kill you, then - destroy it. You can always do it! Her eyes wandered down to the top of his thighs.
Mo Qiqi's lips curled up with a bad smile, and she thought to herself: I don't know how many women you have hurt and betrayed with that thing of yours. If you don't have that thing, even if you have this intention, you will only be able to do more than you can do. This will prevent more women from being harmed by you.
Hee hee, if the king of a country becomes a eunuch, he will definitely be recorded in the annals of history, passed down through the ages, and laughed at by future generations. This should be more relieving than killing you. Let me cut you off and see how arrogant you will be in the future.
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Hehe, guess if Mo Qiqi can succeed
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