The Emperor was kissed by the Regent and cried again

Shen Jingli insisted that this was the fact. Anyway, she was a soul traveling across time and space, not a physical body. Without evidence, even the powerful regent could not say that she was a fake.

Still using a dagger to scare people? Humph, I'm not afraid. Shen Jingli tried to prepare herself mentally, but the frequency of her legs shaking revealed her fear.

Qin Yejue reached out and held down Shen Jingli's trembling legs, "Why are you panicking?"

he?

Where to put your hands???

Why are you still taking action?

Does this guy want to break her legs with a dagger?

Shen Jingli lowered his voice, his nose sour, "Prince... I can stay calm, but can you not kill me..."

Shen Jingli had tears in his eyes that were about to fall, and he sniffed at his slightly red nose.

He was going to cry again? Crying was fine, but he was also acting so pitiful. Was it because of his face that I spared his life so many times?

"Why are you acting so coquettishly?" Qin Yejue did not take his hand away, his eyes stayed on Shen Jingli's face.

"ah…?"

What does this have to do with being a spoiled brat?

What is his comprehension ability? It's too jumpy.

And suddenly she came closer with this charming face. Do you know that this is really a foul?

Besides, his hand was on my leg!

Shen Jingli instinctively shrank back, the blush on his cheeks not yet fading.

"I didn't..."

"there is nothing?"

"behave in a spoiled manner…"

"No, then no, why are you blushing?"

Qin Yejue removed his hand from Shen Jingli's leg, and Shen Jingli felt relieved. However, Qin Yejue's next move made her feel like she was falling into an icy cave.

he? ?

Why is he pinching my chin?

She forced herself to look him in the eye. The close distance made the air in the hall extremely strange.

and many more!

Where is he looking! You rascal!

Qin Yejue looked at the plump, crimson lips, recalling the touch of them. He wondered what it felt like to press him on the bed and kiss him.

Qin Yejue swallowed uncontrollably. Is there really a drug in this world that can enchant the mind?

Qin Yejue moved closer with doubts...

"I'm hot! So hot..." Avoiding Qin Yejue's aggressive black eyes, Shen Jingli untied the restraints and hurriedly picked up the peach and started biting it.

"It has a core. It would be best if it choked to death. That would save me the trouble."

"Puff..." The table was a mess.

This guy's heart must be filled with black sesame seeds! What he said is so vicious.

"Don't show your fox tail, or I will grab it and cut it off with my own hands."

"I... don't have a tail..."

"Don't eat like this anymore."

There was still some peach juice on his lips, and he didn't like peach juice staying on his lips.

It’s an eyesore!

Qin Yejue waved his hand and the dagger flew into Shen Jingli's arms.

"Ah!" Shen Jingli jumped up from the chair in fright, and the dagger fell to the ground, hitting his toe.

"It hurts..." Shen Jingli was still in shock and cursed inwardly, thinking that this guy wanted to scare her to death so that he could inherit the kingdom of Dayuan.

Looking at Shen Jingli's panic, unwillingness and anger, Qin Yejue wondered whether it was right or wrong to save his life?

"If you don't keep your mouth shut, I don't mind using a dagger to paint your lips."

Shen Jingli:……???

Shen Jingli was still organizing his words in fear, but Qin Yejue had already left Qianlu Palace.

Finally he breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to pick up the dagger of the living devil.

Qin Yejue came to warn her this morning not to tell anyone about the kiss she had with him last night. It seemed that he cared a lot about that unexpected kiss.

Looking at the dagger carefully, it is small and exquisite, with bamboo patterns carved on the scabbard. It should be able to sell for a few taels of silver.

She thought of Qin Yejue's warning before he left and quickly shook her head. If she sold the dagger, based on Qin Yejue's personality, she would probably die without a complete body.

Looking at the duck legs in the bowl again, I lost my appetite. This living devil is so annoying. He ruins my appetite. It is unjust.

Shen Jingli ran to the window and shouted, "God, please send down a bolt of lightning. No, one bolt is not enough. Send Qin Yejue ninety-nine and eighty-one bolts to smash him to pieces..."

Shen Jingli clasped his hands together with a sincere heart.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind whistling from afar, and in an instant, the carved pear wood table not far away was split into two halves.

Shen Jingli: (?Д?)?

Didn’t this guy leave?

The ground was in a mess. Shen Jingli was still frightened. He ran and shouted: "Oh God, I was joking. You must bless the regent to be safe and sound, have everything go well, have children and grandchildren, make fortunes, live a long and happy life, and have the blessing of the heavenly officials."

Shen Jingli clasped his hands together: "Please, please, please..."

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In the evening...

"Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

Songzhu saw a group of little maids gathered around a long table and walked over to take a look curiously.

Two chickens? A duck? A goose? And some vegetables.

Seeing Songzhu coming, the maids all bowed to him.

"You guys go away first, Songzhu stay." There were so many people talking, Shen Jingli told the maids to go down first.

"Yes, I'll take my leave first." The maids left the small kitchen in an orderly manner.

"Your Majesty, there are geese, chickens and ducks, what are you doing?"

"They are all silver."

"The little one doesn't understand."

"This is my meal for tomorrow. I went to the imperial kitchen to get it in advance."

Songzhu was shocked: "What! You want to eat them raw? They are all hairy."

Shen Jingli was speechless, and admired Song Zhu's train of thought: "I'm not a zombie, why should I eat them raw? Just sell them."

"To whom?"

"Who cares? Just set up a stall and sell it to the seller."

She really couldn't stay in this palace any longer. She had kissed the King of Hell, and he had come to warn her early in the morning not to say anything. If he ever got upset and wanted to kill someone, she would surely die.

At this time, she needed money, a lot of money. Once she had enough money, she would run away and never set foot in Beijing again.

Song Zhu saw that Shen Jingli didn't seem to be joking, and wondered what the emperor was doing today? The emperor of the dynasty was setting up a stall to sell live chickens and ducks?

Song Zhu quickly stopped Shen Jingli from setting up a stall: "Your Majesty, it's ok for you to sneak out of the palace at ordinary times, but how can you show up in public and be a vendor?"

"You absolutely cannot do this. You are the emperor. If anyone hears this, you will be a laughing stock for the rest of your life."

I'm so poor, what's the point of saving face? Becoming a laughing stock? What's wrong with that?

Shen Jingli disagreed and said calmly: "What I am least afraid of is rumors."

"Besides, who would laugh at earning money with their own hands? Labor is the most glorious thing."

Anyway, there is no cost involved and it is a sure win.

"What are you going to eat tomorrow? There won't be a northwest wind tomorrow."

Each palace and each courtyard has a fixed amount of food, and Qianlu Palace is no exception. Once the emperor brings the ingredients, the imperial kitchen will not be able to serve any food tomorrow.

Does the emperor want to live on simple meals with maids and eunuchs?

"Didn't I ask you to share the snacks? When everyone else is eating, I can just go along and get some food."

"I'll bring my own food."

After all, the emperor is the only bloodline of the late emperor. How embarrassing it is for him to eat with servants.

"Why do you have to put yourself in such a difficult position? Aren't you already in such a difficult position in front of the Regent?"

Shen Jingli didn't care: "I'm in urgent need of money. I'll suffer for a while, but it will be fine after a while."

Songzhu was still worried: "But Your Majesty, these chickens and ducks can cluck, so I'm afraid it won't work to climb over the wall."

If you try to climb over the wall with these living creatures, something unexpected will definitely happen.

Shen Jingli hesitated in his place: "Well... I also think that climbing over the wall is inappropriate."

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, please keep it for yourself."

Shen Jingli still didn't give up and asked: "How can I walk out of the palace in a swagger?"