Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Zhuang Heming didn't like the noise at the night banquet, so he resigned to the emperor because of his excessive drinking.

The emperor laughed: "Jingmu still can't drink more than a few glasses of wine as before."

He was talking about the period when he was still a prince before he ascended to the throne, and Zhuang Heming was his companion at that time.

Immediately, a minister who knew about this flattered him: "It is the late emperor who knows people with his keen eye..."

Zhuang Heming bowed and left. He wanted to go back home directly, but he turned around and walked in the opposite direction, and ended up here.

This is the place where he often came when he was the prince's companion when he was a child.

This pavilion is located in a remote location. It is a rare clean place in the palace. It should be deserted, and it should be like this.

Through the heavy gauze curtains, he recognized her at a glance.

The wind stopped blowing, and the tulle rose and fell. The fragrance brought out by the ups and downs made him dizzy, and he kept looking at her so rudely.

Jiang Xinlian thought he would say something, explain something about the accusation, but she didn't expect him to be stunned, standing still, acting as a wooden stake.

He seems to be looking at me, she thought.

She stood up slowly with her limp body, and the man's eyes moved with her, staring at her intently and ecstatically.

"Why are you here, sir?"

Jiang Xinlian asked him, her delicate voice becoming muffled and lingering due to drunkenness.

"I, Weichen..."

Zhuang Heming took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let himself be clearer, but he heard the voice that was still in the pavilion just now was approaching, she called: "Sir"

He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw the hibiscus jade face very close at hand. He only looked at her red lips and called him softly:

"grown ups......"

He whispered softly, hooked his belt with his bare hands and stepped back.

He was also dizzy, holding her hand, and was pulled into the warm and fragrant pavilion by her. The warm fragrance hit his face, the gauze closed behind him, and he lay down on the soft carpet following her strength. into her arms.

Jiang Xinlian hugged him, smiled softly, her warm and moist breath rushed into her ear canal, and whispered: "My lord is drunk."

His body froze every inch. At this moment, he was not the powerful prime minister, but her puppet on strings. He was allowed to be manipulated, and his clear voice became hoarse: "I'm drunk."

The kindness is full of clouds and rain, and the harmony is like water and fish.

The tulle blows in layers, and the fragrant sandalwood is patted with slender jade fingers.

Zhuang Heming looked at the beauty beneath him, with reddish eyes, crimson cheeks, and red and swollen lips. He leaned down and met her open arms.

086: ...

086:! ! !

086 only regretted that he had no physical body and could not rush out to pull Zhuang Heming away. He was so angry that he jumped up and down.

Zhuang Heming! Aren’t you a person who doesn’t look like a womanizer? What are you doing! Stay away from my host! You pervert!

After being called twice, he shamelessly approached me. What if he wasn't a lustful ghost?

Drama! Is the plot any good?

Qiuye heard the commotion here and hurried over. When he saw the two people entangled in the pavilion, their expressions changed drastically.

Thinking that someone was forcing the drunken master, he was about to step forward, but he saw the master's hand hanging on the man's broad shoulder move and give the instruction to "step back".

Qiuye hesitated, gritted his teeth and ran back to his original position to guard his master.

As for Zhuang Heming's personal bodyguard who was guarding the other side of the bamboo forest, his face looked pale and his heart was extremely broken.

grown ups! grown ups! Please be quieter! This is the palace, the emperor's territory. How can you not control yourself? This is impatience!

Come to an end!

People guarding in two different directions begged in their hearts at the same time.

You are dizzy, this is the third time Zhuang Heming said to himself tonight.

When the clouds and rain began to subside, Jiang Xinlian lay limply in the man's arms. Seeing that his face became colder and colder, she pinched him unhappily:

"You haven't even gotten off of me yet, and you're planning on turning your back on me?"

Zhuang Heming took a deep breath, broke away from the warm and fragrant arms, picked up the official uniforms scattered aside and put them on, his movements were neat and quick, seeming to avoid her like a savage beast.

After he finished dressing, he returned to his well-dressed appearance. He glanced at the beauty lying on the ground and stared at him, and said every word as if he was gritting his teeth:

"From now on, the Prime Minister's Mansion will be at the mercy of the Empress. I just hope that what happened today will never happen again."

After that, he lifted up the curtain and left quickly.

[He, he, he, does he dare to do it now? ! 】086 jumped in anger.

"I think he can't believe it," Jiang Xinlian slowly put on her bellyband and put on her alchemy silver-patterned blouse.

"After all, he is a scholar and gentleman praised by the world. He didn't expect to do such a thing, right?"

He must be devastated right now, she laughed.

Just as Jiang Xinlian thought, instead of fearing that this matter would be discovered and lead to disaster, what Zhuang Heming found more difficult to accept at this time was:

How could he be so irrational and greedy for love and beauty? !

Regardless of that person's identity, regardless of his own identity, regardless of the consequences, he is no different from the beast in heat.

In the future, if he hears others praising him for his immortal appearance and his noble character, he will probably wish he had killed himself.

He was extremely out of character and hurried along, avoiding the patrolling guards in the palace and leaving the palace. However, he met Li Shilang in front of the palace gate.

Li Shilang was a little surprised to see the Prime Minister. He couldn't understand why the Prime Minister, who had resigned early due to too much alcohol, appeared here, but then he thought about it and walked to his side with a smile.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, why haven't you returned home so late? But..."

His words were stuck in his throat, and his eyes were wide open, staring at the red mark on the corner of the prime minister's mouth.

Zhuang Heming saw that he looked wrong, so he stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth. When he took it off again, his clean fingers were already stained with a trace of fragrant crimson.

"Prime Minister Zhuang, this and this..."

Li Shilang has experienced a lot of love affairs, how could he not know what they are! That's clearly a woman's lipstick!

Looking at the Prime Minister's slightly messy hair crown, everything is clear at a glance.

But the women in the palace, whether they are female officials or maids, are the emperor's women!

Zhuang Heming clenched his fingers and suppressed his anger and said word by word: "Do I still need to explain to you what I am doing!"

"No, I don't dare!" Li Shilang quickly confessed.

Zhuang Heming looked at him coldly, got on the carriage, knocked on the wall of the carriage, and a black figure jumped into the carriage and knelt on one knee in front of him.

"Hurry up and shut him up." It was self-evident who he was.

The secret guard took the order and was about to leave when he heard his master say: "Wait a minute."

The greasy powder seemed to be still in his palm, and he finally gave in: "Give her all the connections in the palace, don't let her get hurt."

She might have made a big mistake with him just for the sake of temporary pleasure. She could pretend that she didn't know anything and just pretended that it never happened, but he couldn't remain indifferent.

The incident ultimately affected her more.