Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

Chapter 873: He was calculated

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"The emperor!" Shan Lai exclaimed and began to struggle.

That little strength was easily clamped by young people.

The drunk eyes were red, and a faint scent of wine was sprayed on her nose. The young man sneered, "I have done so much to seduce me, but now I am pretending? Don't worry, obediently, tell me which palace maid or lord you are, I will grant you a canonization tomorrow."

His words do not contain the slightest emotion, and can make people feel as cold as falling into an ice cave. .

"Why didn't you earn it? You really came to seduce me?" The boy's flushed eyes were half-squinted, and when he looked at her with a mockery, "Acknowledge your fate?"

Shan Lai looked straight at him, her eyes overflowed with water, and her eyelashes were wet, but she stubbornly refused to fall.

"Shit!" Feng Mohan turned over and lay aside, raising his hand and waving at will, "Okay, get out, I am not interested in you. The Sangong Sixth Courtyard is there, and I don't need to force a little court lady."

The words are extremely hurtful, but they are facts.

After speaking, the boy turned over and fell asleep again. Just now, I don't know if he was dreaming or she was dreaming.

Closed the loose skirts, clenched tightly, Shanlai turned her head to look at the person who fell asleep in an instant, her teeth almost bit her red lips.

After a long time, he quietly took out a small jade bottle from his sleeve, unscrewed it, and splashed it in the sky.

Sweet fragrance enters a dream, and charming gradually grows.

It's like in a dream, but it happened extremely real.

The sky slowly brightened, and when the small board woke up, when I saw the sky, I almost climbed down from the couch and stumbled towards the inner hall. Before I lifted the bead curtain, I saw the scene inside.

With an exclamation, he turned around quickly, "The emperor, the good doctor woman! You, you are..."

Damn it! He can't keep his head!

Clothes were scattered on the floor in front of the dragon bed, and there was a person on the bed who should have left long ago. I want to know what happened!

He's so damn, he shouldn't have left last night!

Xiaoban grabbed his head and blamed himself, and the person who had a hangover slowly woke up in exclamation.

Feng Mohan opened his wistful eyes, and just about to berate the small board for bluffing, his eyes touched a shadow around him, and he turned his head to see the woman tightening her horns and lowering her face.

All the sounds stuck in the throat and couldn't come out immediately.

She is here, in this way, all telling him that the scene last night was not a dream.

After a while, Feng Mohan let out a sneer, and looked at the woman's eyes with layers of coldness, "It's really interesting. Entered my bedroom, and got on my dragon bed... Shan Lai, you may be resistant. what."

"The emperor... Forgive me!" Zhen's head hung down, revealing a white and slender neck, tears dripping onto the quilt, and quickly smudging on the cloth.

Raising her hand, pinching the woman's chin and raising her head, Feng Mohan didn't fluctuate at all when she saw that face, "Doctor is good at? Go on, I'll see someone lift you to the harem and register it as嫔."

After that, I got out of bed, put the robe over the head of the bed, and walked out, "Small board, prepare hot water, I want to take a shower. Dirty."

"Yes! The emperor!" The little board dared not lift his head, and ran away quickly, fearing that he would be slower, and the emperor would hold him accountable.

On the bed, Shanlai had been maintaining the same posture for a long time, and her heart was chilling when she heard the boy's tone as if nothing had happened.

Pulling away the quilt, his eyes fell on the white sheets, where a red plum blossomed.

The young emperor was more ruthless than she thought.

He didn't care at all, which woman slept last night.

In the Tangchi, soaking himself in the water, letting the water wash over, Feng Mohan closed his eyes lightly against the wall of the pool.

Poker face.

He was calculated.

That feeling made him sick.

From the time he filled the harem at the age of twelve, he knew that he had to fulfill his responsibilities, to open branches and leaves for the royal family, and to be a tool for prolonged heirs.

It's not that he has never hired a concubine to attend the bed, he can't avoid it, but it never made him so sick.

Let him realize more deeply that he is an emperor and a tool.

A tool for governing the country and a tool for women to fight for power.

After soaking in the soup until his skin wrinkled, Feng Mohan came out of the soup, holding a small board next to him with clean clothes, and burying his head low. Convict."

"Go to the maid's room to receive the punishment, fifty slabs, and I want your head less." The boy's voice was flat and flat.

This is more frightening than his usual emotions and anger.

"The minion will go right away! Absolutely a lot!" If Fifty Daban can kill him for half his life, it would be better than having all his life gone.

Following the young man, after hesitating for a long time, Xiaobanzi asked Ai Ai again, "The emperor, that kind, good doctor..."

"It's just that I slept again, and I took it to the harem to find a yard at will."

Only then did Xiaobanzi remember that the emperor had just said that she would be a good-looking medical girl as a concubine.

He doesn't have a separate bedroom, so he needs to be placed in the courtyard at the extreme edge of the harem together with the other servants and the young masters. If you are lucky enough to be promoted to a concubine in the future, you can leave that place.

Otherwise, you will die of old age there for the rest of your life.

But he deserved it. Looking at Qingqing and cold, who knew that he had hidden such a nasty mind, and then he went to seduce the emperor. We must know that there has never been a woman in the emperor’s palace before. The emperor grew up with the king of Nanling since he was a child, and he was also infected with the prince’s habit of cleanliness.

Really think that you can fly to the branches with the grace? The harem beauties have not three thousand but hundreds, if you want to get ahead, let's go through the battle first!

Shanlai was taken away directly from the Palace of Gande. After she left, all the bedding on the dragon bed was replaced with new ones, and the old ones were burned.

When Feng Qingbai arrived at Deyushufang, he felt that the young man's breath was wrong and gloomy.

"What happened?" Turning his eyes again, "Where is the small board? Not waiting by your side?"

"I've received the penalty, and I don't know if I'm still alive after receiving the penalty." Feng Mohan hummed lightly, his body even more depressed.

"Stop talking." Feng Qingbai sat down opposite him and took a slow drink of tea from the waiter.

Feng Mohan raised his eyes and said quietly, "Uncle Emperor, I was put to sleep."

"Did you sleep by a man?" Uncle Emperor didn't lift his eyelids.

"..." Feng Mohan's face twitched. If he was asleep by a man, he would directly smash the man's body into pieces, and then go to death by himself.

"Since it's not, what's this look like? Anyway, you have three hundred and sixty-five days a year, at least one hundred days of which you have to hire people to sleep in. Which one do you remember?"

"... I don't remember any of them."

The prince put down his clean teacup with a thud, "Put Zhezi, I will rush back to accompany your auntie, I have no time to listen to you moaning without illness."

"..." This is not his uncle.