Quick Wear: My Master is a Drama King

Then he turned around, the gentleness on his face disappeared completely, and with a full sense of deterrence, he glanced at the palace maid and said, "Lead the way."

The maid was frightened by his eyes and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

As soon as Lord Yan arrived at Qiulan Palace, Jiang Yi asked all the servants to leave.

She invited Lord Yan to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and said softly, "Your Majesty, it's cold outside. Please drink some hot tea to warm your body."

The corners of Yan Zhijun's mouth were covered with a smile, but his eyes were full of alienation: "My beloved concubine, just tell me what you want to say. I am listening."

Jiang Yi looked at Yan Zhijun affectionately, her voice trembling a little: "Your Majesty, can't I come to you if I have nothing to do? Can't you look at me? I love you too..."

The Lord of Yan ignored him and stood up: "If my beloved concubine asked me to come here just to talk such useless nonsense, I will not accompany you."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Jiang Yi suddenly pounced on him.

Yan Zhijun subconsciously pushed her away.

Jiang Yi was pushed to the ground unexpectedly.

She looked at the King of Yan in disbelief, and unconsciously raised her voice and said, "Your Majesty? Why?! Aren't you also feeling very uncomfortable? I am just trying to share your worries..."

The moment Jiang Yi approached Yan Zhijun, he felt hot all over.

The veins on the back of his hand that was supporting the table were bulging, and he said in a grim tone: "Jiang Yi, you are so bold that you dare to plot against me."

Seeing his unbearable look, Jiang Yi suppressed the grievance on her face, got up and walked towards Yan Zhijun, saying in a bewitching voice: "Your Majesty, I don't know what you are talking about. I didn't do anything."

She seemed to have already won: "Your Majesty, since you are in so much pain, let me help you..."

This is her only chance, she can't miss it.

She must climb onto the dragon bed!!

Yan Zhijun looked at Jiang Yi's figure approaching, shook his head in a daze, picked up the teacup and threw it to the ground: "Get out of here!!"

What’s strange is that despite such a big commotion, no one came to take a look.

It seems that Jiang Yi was well prepared.

So when did he get poisoned?

He didn't touch or drink anything here, and he didn't even light any incense.

Come to think of it, it seems that the only thing is the bowl of ginger soup I drank in Yuxuan Hall.

What a good plan.

Just when Jiang Yi was about to touch Yan Zhijun, he suddenly grabbed her neck and said without a trace of emotion: "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

What a joke! He was drugged, but his inner strength didn't disappear.

Since she was seeking death, he would give her a ride.

Jiang Yi saw that he was so cruel, he panicked and his eyes turned red in an instant.

She said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty...Do you hate me so much?"

Yan Zhijun remained unmoved, and the hand that was pinching her neck became even tighter.

Jiang Yi's pretty face was twisted in pain, and her throat emitted a series of hoarse sounds of dying.

The next moment, Jiang Yi died with his eyes open.

His eyes opened wide, as if he couldn't believe that he died so easily at the hands of King Yan.

Yan Zhijun threw her body on the ground casually and walked out in a panic.

His remaining rationality told him that he should go find the imperial physician, but his body uncontrollably headed towards the Yuxuan Palace.

Eunuch Li, who was waiting outside, saw His Majesty coming out with a strange expression on his face and hurriedly followed him.

The next second he suddenly stopped and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Your Majesty, he... why did he suddenly use Qinggong? !

He stared blankly at His Majesty's disappearing figure before he came to his senses and trotted after him.

Your Majesty, please wait for your servant...

However, after Ning Huaimian finished taking the medicine and packed up, he was just about to take a rest when he heard a sound coming from outside the door.

Why did Lord Yan come back so soon?

Xiao Mingzi looked at His Majesty who was coming towards her quickly, was stunned for a moment, and quickly saluted and said, "Your Majesty."

Yan Zhijun seemed not to hear it. He opened the door and closed it again.

Before Ning Huaimian could turn around, Yan Zhijun pulled him over and he fell into his arms.

“Mianmian…Mianmian…I feel so uncomfortable…”

Yan Zhijun rubbed his hot face against Ning Huaimian's neck, and his hot breath fell on his delicate skin, making him couldn't help but shrink his head.

Yan Zhijun was obsessed with smelling the unique fragrance of the young man. He felt his throat was extremely dry and swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

Ning Huaimian frowned, obviously sensing something was wrong, and asked with some concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Could it be that he was drugged?

Yan Zhijun only felt a buzzing in his head and could not hear anything clearly.

So he just picked him up and threw him on the bed.

"Well."

Ning Huaimian bounced on the bed.

Fortunately, there are plenty of bedding in winter, otherwise it would hurt him to death if he was thrown like this?

However, although it was a cold winter, Yan Zhijun's head was already covered with sweat, and the hot sweat dripped onto the corners of Ning Huaimian's eyes.

He stood beside the bed, feeling a strong sense of oppression, and his long, thick black eyelashes trembled constantly because of his endurance.

The next second, he moved closer to Ning Huaimian like crazy and kissed her without saying anything.

Ning Huaimian couldn't help but let out a few unbearable sounds and grabbed Yan Zhijun's black hair randomly.

I didn't expect that the usually gentle King of Yan would now be as ferocious as an irrational beast.

Yan Zhijun called his name again and again, as if he wanted to pour all his deep love into these two words.

The lovemaking and rain in Wushan.

Outside.

Eunuch Li, who had hurried over, cried out "Ouch!" and quickly ordered Xiao Mingzi, "Go and ask the servants to prepare hot water."

It turns out that His Majesty is so anxious because he is here to find Miss Mian.

It's so embarrassing in the middle of the day.

Xiao Mingzi blushed and said, "Yes."

When Ning Huaimian woke up again, it was already dark.

In the dim bedroom, the candlelight began to flicker.

Ning Huaimian now felt as if his whole body had been bitten by a dog and it was in excruciating pain.

The corners of his eyes turned red, and he wanted to raise his foot to kick the full-fledged Yan Zhijun away, but then he found that he had not cleaned up.

His mind went blank for a moment, and he pushed Yan Zhijun hard in anger.

Yan Zhijun, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes.

When he saw Ning Huaimian, his eyes softened instantly, and he said with satisfaction, "Mianmian, are you feeling unwell?"

Ning Huaimian stretched out his hand and slapped Yan Zhijun on the face, blushing and whispering, "Stinky thing, bad thing."

Yan Zhijun held his delicate hand affectionately and rubbed it lovingly: "Yes, yes, I am bad, but Mianmian, please don't hurt your hand."

Ning Huaimian pulled back his hand and said angrily, "I want to take a bath!"

Yan Zhijun fell into a deep sleep last night after the effects of the medicine wore off, so he feels very uncomfortable now.

"Okay, I'll carry you."

Yan Zhijun casually put on a piece of clothing, picked up Ning Huaimian and walked into the bathroom.

By the time he had cleaned up everything himself, it was already midnight.