Chapter 114 The tyrant is afraid of guilt (18)
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Ye Ru Gui
Chapter 114 The tyrant is afraid of guilt (18)
Didn't he want to use the poison on his body to show weakness, to control Prince Rui, and to torture me?
Then let the poison on your body be a little more, a little harder to cure, and a little more uncomfortable!
In this way, there is no time to spend every day thinking about how to harm her?
Yun Miao returned to the bedroom, leaning against the couch by the window, her eyes bent into crescent moons.
I'm in a great mood.
After reading for a while, before I knew it, I fell asleep on the couch.
Until late at night, I suddenly felt that there was something more in the air.
Eyes opened suddenly.
Although the light was very dim, with only the moonlight slanting in from the window, she could still notice that there was such a big living person sitting beside the couch.
"why you?"
The darkness couldn't block Yun Miao's sight at all.
She sat up slowly: "Are you leaving the palace at this time?"
Are you not afraid of being assassinated?
444: The host is really like a ruthless scumbag.
I teased someone before, I rode in their carriage, and ate their fruit, but now I turn my face and deny him.
Ji Mochen was silent for a moment.
She really knew her identity.
Did she start to be afraid of him like everyone else?
"Are you... afraid of me?"
The dark breath in Ji Mochen's heart gradually surged up, and a strong bloodthirsty atmosphere could not be suppressed.
Stretching out his hand to pinch her chin, he suddenly bent down and pressed her on the bed.
Squinting his eyes, he approached dangerously: "Are you afraid of me? Huh?"
The faces of the two are very close, almost nose to nose, mouth to mouth.
The breath was entwined between the mouths and noses of the two, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.
"How can you be afraid of me?"
I am the one who wants to be with you forever.
How can you be as afraid of me as those ordinary people?
Ji Mochen's mind was churning with various ways to lock her by his side.
It's useless to be afraid, little cat, you can only blame yourself, who told you to break into my world?
Who asked you to provoke me?
Who let you come into my eyes and into my heart?
Do you know how miserable I am these days?
Do you know how much I miss you these days?
I even regretted it and left camp early to return to Beijing.
Yun Miao frowned, very uncomfortable with this posture.
If she was on top instead, maybe she could be more patient.
He reached out and slapped him on the back of the hand, and then pushed him away: "Hey, why are you crazy?"
"You are a big man. You broke into my boudoir in the middle of the night. I haven't troubled you yet. You still come to me? Are you itchy?"
Ji Mochen looked down at the back of his hand.
A little burning pain.
It must be red.
This woman is really not gentle.
But he... damn it just likes her not being gentle.
The less polite she was to him, the happier he was.
He felt that his illness was getting worse.
"Cough...cough...cough..."
After a series of coughing sounds, Ji Mochen took advantage of the situation and lay down on the bed.
Of course, it didn't hold her down.
Yun Miao was stunned for a moment, quickly got up, and pushed his shoulder: "Hey brother, I just pushed you a little, without using any internal force, you don't mean to touch porcelain, do you?"
"Let me tell you, I have no money, no house, and poverty, so it's useless for you to touch porcelain."
"Maomao, I...I feel bad."
Although Ji Mochen didn't understand what 'Pengci' was, it didn't stop him from pretending to be sick.
Clutching his heart, he coughed again and again.
It's like coughing up your lungs.
Yun Miao was really a little anxious.
Shouldn't it really break people?
When they met for the first time, she noticed that his lips were too red.
Feel sick.
"Hey, hey, you can't lie on my bed even if you feel uncomfortable. You go back to the palace and lie on your dragon bed, and let your imperial doctors take a look at it for you. That's serious."
This guy, don't die of illness in her bed, then she will be in big trouble.
(End of this chapter)
Didn't he want to use the poison on his body to show weakness, to control Prince Rui, and to torture me?
Then let the poison on your body be a little more, a little harder to cure, and a little more uncomfortable!
In this way, there is no time to spend every day thinking about how to harm her?
Yun Miao returned to the bedroom, leaning against the couch by the window, her eyes bent into crescent moons.
I'm in a great mood.
After reading for a while, before I knew it, I fell asleep on the couch.
Until late at night, I suddenly felt that there was something more in the air.
Eyes opened suddenly.
Although the light was very dim, with only the moonlight slanting in from the window, she could still notice that there was such a big living person sitting beside the couch.
"why you?"
The darkness couldn't block Yun Miao's sight at all.
She sat up slowly: "Are you leaving the palace at this time?"
Are you not afraid of being assassinated?
444: The host is really like a ruthless scumbag.
I teased someone before, I rode in their carriage, and ate their fruit, but now I turn my face and deny him.
Ji Mochen was silent for a moment.
She really knew her identity.
Did she start to be afraid of him like everyone else?
"Are you... afraid of me?"
The dark breath in Ji Mochen's heart gradually surged up, and a strong bloodthirsty atmosphere could not be suppressed.
Stretching out his hand to pinch her chin, he suddenly bent down and pressed her on the bed.
Squinting his eyes, he approached dangerously: "Are you afraid of me? Huh?"
The faces of the two are very close, almost nose to nose, mouth to mouth.
The breath was entwined between the mouths and noses of the two, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.
"How can you be afraid of me?"
I am the one who wants to be with you forever.
How can you be as afraid of me as those ordinary people?
Ji Mochen's mind was churning with various ways to lock her by his side.
It's useless to be afraid, little cat, you can only blame yourself, who told you to break into my world?
Who asked you to provoke me?
Who let you come into my eyes and into my heart?
Do you know how miserable I am these days?
Do you know how much I miss you these days?
I even regretted it and left camp early to return to Beijing.
Yun Miao frowned, very uncomfortable with this posture.
If she was on top instead, maybe she could be more patient.
He reached out and slapped him on the back of the hand, and then pushed him away: "Hey, why are you crazy?"
"You are a big man. You broke into my boudoir in the middle of the night. I haven't troubled you yet. You still come to me? Are you itchy?"
Ji Mochen looked down at the back of his hand.
A little burning pain.
It must be red.
This woman is really not gentle.
But he... damn it just likes her not being gentle.
The less polite she was to him, the happier he was.
He felt that his illness was getting worse.
"Cough...cough...cough..."
After a series of coughing sounds, Ji Mochen took advantage of the situation and lay down on the bed.
Of course, it didn't hold her down.
Yun Miao was stunned for a moment, quickly got up, and pushed his shoulder: "Hey brother, I just pushed you a little, without using any internal force, you don't mean to touch porcelain, do you?"
"Let me tell you, I have no money, no house, and poverty, so it's useless for you to touch porcelain."
"Maomao, I...I feel bad."
Although Ji Mochen didn't understand what 'Pengci' was, it didn't stop him from pretending to be sick.
Clutching his heart, he coughed again and again.
It's like coughing up your lungs.
Yun Miao was really a little anxious.
Shouldn't it really break people?
When they met for the first time, she noticed that his lips were too red.
Feel sick.
"Hey, hey, you can't lie on my bed even if you feel uncomfortable. You go back to the palace and lie on your dragon bed, and let your imperial doctors take a look at it for you. That's serious."
This guy, don't die of illness in her bed, then she will be in big trouble.
(End of this chapter)
