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

Jiang Wantang's pale cheeks gradually turned an abnormal blush, like a crabapple flower blooming passionately before dying.

She opened her mouth and breathed hard, but she didn't struggle.

On the contrary, there was a kind of calmness on her face that showed that she was ready to die.

Ji Wuyuan disliked her behavior of a prey that would not resist the most, and soon he let go of her hand in boredom.

Jiang Wantang's eyes were slightly red, and he was breathing rapidly with his hands on the ground.

Her soft black hair fell behind her ears like a curtain of ink pouring down, which made her fair face look even more delicate and fragile.

Ji Wuyuan's eyes were filled with frivolous sarcasm, as cold as ice: "Just you?"

Jiang Wantang curled her lips and smiled brightly: "Whether I can do it or not, Your Majesty will know after you try it."

"Your Majesty, don't you dare?"

Ji Wuyuan curled the corners of his lips, his smile cold: "What if I tell you that my next target is your father, Prime Minister Jiang?"

Jiang Wantang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I am just a knife in your majesty's hand. As for the direction of the knife, it is up to your majesty to decide."

If he had only had a slight interest in Jiang Wantang before, then at this moment she had truly caught his eye.

Ji Wuyuan narrowed his eyes and said nonchalantly, "After all this talk, what does Lady Jiang want?"

"I want you!" Jiang Wantang looked at him straight in her loving eyes, emphasizing each word: "Your Majesty, I want you!"

Instead of hiding it and making him suspicious, it is better to be direct.

Ji Wuyuan was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Miss Jiang has quite the ambition."

"But I don't want to do physical exchanges!"

But the last few words sounded quite bitter.

"What I want is your majesty's heart." Jiang Wantang's eyes were full of affection, and her gaze was straightforward and affectionate.

Ji Wuyuan coughed lightly a few times and covered his lips with his fist.

He didn't know why his throat felt dry.

Jiang Wantang seized the moment of his hesitation and didn't give him a chance to react. She suddenly stood up, grabbed his arm with force, stood on tiptoe and pecked him lightly on the side of his cheek.

The series of actions were completed in one go, neatly and efficiently.

"You are presumptuous!"

Ji Wuyuan reacted quickly and pushed her away, and the latter fell to the ground.

Wang Fuhai in the hall was so frightened that his eyes almost popped out. He had seen brave people, but he had never seen someone who was not afraid of death.

But Lady Jiang's behavior was indeed a bit reckless...

Wang Fuhai shook his head: You are so bold that you even dare to disrespect the 'living king of hell'.

He had met countless people in his life, but none of them was as straightforward and bold as Jiang Wantang, so shocking.

Ji Wuyuan had been in a high position for a long time, and this was the first time he was treated so frivolously by a woman. He was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

The next moment, he grabbed Jiang Wantang's neck with force. His fingers were so cold that there was no warmth at all, and his face was extremely gloomy, as if only blood and killing could add some color to his face.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his anger was evident: "You're looking for death?"

The veins on Jiang Wantang's forehead emerged, his face flushed red, and his neck seemed like it would be strangled by him at any time.

At this moment, she clearly felt that she was really about to meet the King of Hell.

Jiang Wantang's inner thoughts: I & ￥ (National Essence)

He could have slept with other women, and she just kissed him on the cheek. Was it necessary to be so ruthless?

Jiang Wantang closed her eyes as if accepting her fate, but the iron-like force suddenly loosened a lot.

Good luck, I almost died again...

Fortunately, this time, she made the right bet again.

She was betting that Ji Wuyuan was not willing to kill her for the time being.

"I don't like beauties who are only pretty for their looks. You'd better give up on this idea as soon as possible." Ji Wuyuan warned coldly.

"If you dare to provoke me again, I will chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs."

After saying that, he withdrew his hand from Jiang Wantang's neck.

Just now, for a moment he really wanted to strangle her to death.

But it is so rare to find a woman who looks delicate but actually dares to understand his thoughts!

It would be such a pity to kill her like this.

Jiang Wantang gasped for breath, her tone tinged with laughter: "How about your majesty make a bet with me?"

"What are you betting on?" Ji Wuyuan said coldly.

"I bet that I can win your majesty's heart, and I can also help your majesty get what he wants."

"For three months, Your Majesty will cooperate with me in playing the role of emperor and favorite concubine, and we will each get what we want."

"I wonder if Your Majesty dares to accept my bet?"

When she spoke, her breathing was still slightly unstable.

Ji Wuyuan sneered, his tone tinged with sarcasm: "You are smarter than I thought, but I advise you to stay within your means and don't try to be too clever."

“When you truly understand loneliness, I’m afraid you’ll be afraid to approach it.”

Jiang Wantang looked quite charming, and said with a hint of bewitching, "As long as that person is Your Majesty, I am not afraid. Or is Your Majesty actually afraid that I will be tempted too?"

Such a charming and flamboyant appearance, coupled with such highly provocative words, is almost heart-pounding.

But Ji Wuyuan remained unmoved.

He is calm and measured, and he doesn't seem as bad as the rumors say. Which one is the real Ji Wuyuan?

Jiang Wantang couldn't guess what Ji Wuyuan was thinking at the moment. She just looked at his face, which was turning pale and blue, and remained silent.

There was a moment of silence all around, and the only sound in the hall was the rustling of the breeze.

In this dead silence, Ji Wuyuan suddenly let out a very light "tsk" sound: "What a clever mouth!"

After saying this, he leaned over and pinched Jiang Wantang's jaw, sneering: "What if Miss Jiang didn't do it?"

Jiang Wantang smiled nonchalantly, her lips curved, and she looked at the oppressive emperor with a kind look in her eyes: "Then I will be executed or sliced ​​to pieces, Your Majesty will do whatever you want."

Ji Wuyuan leaned over and approached her, mocking her lightly: "Well, I'm interested in you now, so it's okay to play with you."

"You said you were willing to be my knife. If I ever discovered that this knife had changed its direction, I would melt it down with my own hands."

When he said this, his eyes were filled with cruelty and gloom that made people tremble with fear.

Jiang Wantang smiled, changing her humble demeanor. She boldly reached out to lift Ji Wuyuan's hand that was pinching her cheek. Seeing his jaw tense for a moment, she smiled brightly, "Thank you very much... Your Majesty, I will do this."

A pair of peach blossom eyes are full of affection and charm, and the teardrop mole under the eyelids is the color of cinnabar, which is indescribably vivid and charming.

What a witch who is good at bewitching people!

Ji Wuyuan pulled the corners of his lips with an ambiguous smile. He took Jiang Wantang's hand and pulled her up from the ground.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Wantang's smile became even brighter, even a little as radiant as the morning glow.

Once you enter the game, you are both the fish and the bait.

The essence of playing chess is to start from an inconspicuous corner, conquer cities and territories step by step, and finally form an encirclement and stranglehold.

Ji Wuyuan, welcome to the game!

Playing with people's hearts and scheming against their feelings, it all depends on you and me, who has the better move!