The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Jiang Wantang walked over slowly, and as soon as she got close, he reached out and pulled her onto his leg, closing the distance between them.

Ji Wuyuan keenly noticed the panic and confusion that flashed across her eyes.

He raised his thick eyebrows slightly, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and he stretched out his hand, pressing his fingertips on Jiang Wantang's lips, twisting them lightly.

Ji Wuyuan's voice was so magnetic that it made people's scalps tingle: "Can you give me the thank-you gift I want?"

Jiang Wantang smelled the cool aroma of ambergris on him, mixed with a hint of the cool and bitter fragrance of tea.

He is a very cold-blooded and strong person at heart.

It seems that people of their status and position are strong in their bones, especially emperors.

It's just that because he has some interest in me, he is willing to accommodate me and spoil me temporarily.

But Ji Wuyuan was a normal man after all. No matter how much he doted on her, he could not tolerate a woman's repeated teasing and rejection.

Even though he didn't like the women in the harem.

Just like at this moment, Jiang Wantang clearly saw the lust for her in Ji Wuyuan's eyes, the kind of lust a man has for a woman.

If you want to be a favorite concubine, sleeping with the emperor is essential.

From the moment she was reborn, she never thought about remaining a virgin for anyone.

A woman who enters the palace is originally the emperor's woman.

Jiang Wantang's charming peach blossom eyes slightly curled up, then she stood up and boldly reached out to push Ji Wuyuan down onto the throne behind her.

Under Ji Wuyuan's stunned gaze, she lifted her legs and sat on his waist, her hands on his shoulders, smiling seductively: "If your majesty wants it, I will give it to you."

A hint of surprise flashed in Ji Wuyuan's eyes. He really didn't expect that one day he would be pinned down by a woman.

It seemed that she could always arouse my interest so easily.

Ji Wuyuan's eyes darkened and darkened. Before he could move, he saw the bold little woman leaning over and kissing his lips.

Soft to the touch, slightly warm and moist, with a light sweet fragrance.

Then she moved to his ear and whispered softly, "Your Majesty, I am deeply pleased with you. I hope you will have mercy on me..."

Ji Wuyuan immediately took the initiative, turned over and pressed her on the throne, and kissed her.

He slowly kissed her lips, her bright red lips, so bright and tempting.

Ji Wuyuan held her in his arms, his big hands caressing her waist, tightening inch by inch, as if he wanted to merge her into his bones and blood.

The entire imperial study was filled with an ambiguous and fiery atmosphere.

At this moment, the air seemed to be still, leaving only the sounds of their heartbeats and breathing...

Wang Fuhai had already led a group of palace servants and retreated tactfully.

Ji Wuyuan kissed her for a long time, then picked up the disheveled and breathless Jiang Wantang, and strode towards the inner hall.

The bright yellow gauze curtain fell, and the pink and white gauze skirt fell off, scattered and piled beside the couch...

The room is ambiguous and the temperature is rising.

Not long after, the sound of shame that should have appeared was not heard. Instead, a man's gnashing teeth and angry shout was heard: "Jiang, Wan, Tang!"

"You'd better give me an explanation!"

On the couch, Ji Wuyuan's robe was disheveled, his handsome face was as dark as it could be, and his sharp eyes were filled with boundless anger.

Jiang Wantang was only wearing a pink bellyband and white underpants. Her watery eyes were wide open, looking at him innocently and pitifully.

Yes, she had her period.

Last time it was fake, she was pretending, but this time it was real.

She didn't expect retribution to come so quickly...

Wang Fuhai, who was guarding outside the hall, was so frightened when he heard the roar that his old bones trembled.

It sounds like His Majesty is really angry.

They were so affectionate just now, what happened? Why are they suddenly so angry?

It's not that he's being nosy, this Concubine Jiang inside really did do something.

He has been in this palace for decades, but he has never seen anyone more capable of making decisions than her.

But Your Majesty just fell for her tricks.

I just don’t know if Concubine Jiang can get away safely this time?

Wang Fuhai shook his head and walked away to avoid the emperor's anger and causing harm to innocent people.

In the inner hall, Jiang Wantang stretched out a pair of slender white arms and carefully pulled Ji Wuyuan's hand.

She knew that he was really angry this time and it was very difficult to appease him.

If one fails to coax her well, all the efforts might be wasted and she might really fall out of favor.

But as soon as her little hand touched Ji Wuyuan's big palm, he shook it away with force.

Jiang Wantang felt pain in his arm and suddenly felt uncomfortable in his body.

Her face turned pale in an instant, and sweat broke out on her forehead.

Jiang Wantang bit her lip and said weakly, "Your Highness... Your Highness didn't mean it."

As he said this, he reached out his hand towards Ji Wuyuan again with a pitiful look.

Ji Wuyuan noticed her abnormality and subconsciously wanted to step forward, but he retracted his foot the next moment.

He clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth: "What tricks are you trying to play?"

"No matter what, I won't be soft on you this time."

The dog tyrant is really hard to fool.

Jiang Wantang felt a dizziness coming over her head, and then her body went limp and she passed out.

Ji Wuyuan's face changed drastically in an instant. In panic, he rushed forward and hugged her in his arms, shouting to the outside: "Call the imperial physician! Call the imperial physician quickly!"

Wang Fuhai, who was outside the hall, was shocked and did not dare to delay. He immediately ordered someone to call the imperial physician.

Ji Wuyuan sat on the couch, hugging Jiang Wantang tightly in his arms with her eyes closed. For a moment, all his anger disappeared, and there was only heartache and pity.

After a while, the imperial doctors came hurriedly. Through the bright yellow gauze curtain, holding an embroidered handkerchief, they cautiously took Jiang Wantang's pulse.

Wang Fuhai huddled aside, sweating profusely, wondering if His Majesty had attacked Concubine Jiang in a fit of rage.

After taking the emperor's pulse, the imperial physician nervously reported to Ji Wuyuan, "Your Majesty, the queen has a cold in her body. Judging from her pulse, it seems she has been suffering from it for some time."