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

Suddenly, a moth flew towards the candlelight. As the light and shadow swayed, the blood-red crabapple on its back also became bright and dark...

Beauty is like a flower in the clouds!

The ultimate beauty, the ultimate temptation.

Ji Wuyuan's pupils trembled and his heart began to beat uncontrollably. Each beat was like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, causing his chest to tremble slightly.

His eyes became more and more fiery and his breathing became rapid.

Suddenly, Ji Wuyuan felt a warm sensation in his nasal cavity, and a stream of heat flowed out uncontrollably.

He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it, and found it was bright red nosebleed.

Ji Wuyuan's eyes darkened, and a strange emotion arose in his heart.

The fluttering veil, the rustling beaded curtain, the blowing black hair...

It is not the wind that moves, it is the heart of the benevolent that moves.

It is like throwing a stone into a pool of stagnant water that has been silent for many years, causing ripples to appear and make one's heart flutter.

After a long time, Ji Wuyuan covered his heart and almost fled out of the bedroom.

He needs to calm down now.

Hearing the sound of him leaving, Jiang Wantang on the couch opened her eyes and revealed a sly smile.

Who says the beauty trap is useless? Even if it is, it must be used in the wrong way.

She also has to thank Xie Zhiyan for giving her this rare opportunity.

Xie Zhiyan, Wang Fuhai and others were standing outside the hall waiting for a long time. When Ji Wuyuan finally came out, they saw an unnatural blush on his face, and the heat spread from his ears to his neck.

Wang Fuhai was puzzled. Why did he have a dark face when he went in, but a red face when he came out?

Could it be that Concubine Jiang drugged His Majesty?

Seeing this, what was there for Xie Zhiyan to not understand? This cunning little fox was probably using some trick to deceive people again.

A group of people left in a mighty manner, and Xie Zhiyan did not get the answer he wanted.

Although Ji Wuyuan said that he did not find any injuries on Jiang Wantang's body, Xie Zhiyan did not believe it.

He was absolutely certain that the masked man in black today was her.

Late at night, Tai Chi Palace.

Ji Wuyuan, lying on the dragon bed, had his eyes tightly closed, veins on his forehead, and sweat constantly oozing out, as if he was suppressing something.

Obviously he was trapped in a nightmare.

He had a erotic dream.

In his dream, he saw the slender back painted with the blood-red crabapple again. He forced the delicate and frail woman under him, and gently kissed the enchanting red crabapple...

The cold touch caused her whole body to tremble.

In the dream, she had a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, shimmering with water and full of affection, and the beauty mole at the corner of her eyes was bright and alluring, making her look like a bewitching enchantress.

He kissed her eyebrows passionately, and rubbed the alluring beauty mole with his fingers.

She was panting softly, and her delicate moans made him even more crazy. His lips meandered down her cheek and kissed her fair, slender neck.

The delicate kisses fell like raindrops, leaving behind ambiguous red plum blossoms.

His black hair was wrapped around her fair and attractive collarbone, and his hot hands pinched her slender waist. They tossed and turned, lovingly and lingeringly, wishing he could rub her into his bones and blood.

The beauty looked delicate and soft, and was extremely well-behaved. Even when she was bullied, she would just look at him with red eyes and let him do whatever he wanted.

A room full of spring colors, boundless ambiguity...

After a long time, Ji Wuyuan opened his eyes and sat up from the couch in shock, his heart beating so fast that it sounded like thunder.

As if sensing something, he lifted the fur blanket and looked down, a piece of...

Ji Wuyuan covered his wildly beating heart with his hand, his pupils were dark and deep, the color was unfathomable.

"what happened?"

"Are you lacking a woman?"

Ji Wuyuan got off the bed, changed into a new set of underwear, and called out impatiently to the outside of the hall: "Wang Fuhai!"

Outside the emperor's bedroom, Wang Fuhai, who was dozing off, was startled by the sound and woke up instantly.

He walked in swiftly and said respectfully, "I am here, Your Majesty, what are your commands?"

Ji Wuyuan sat upright on the couch, knitting his brows, his eyes a little cold and tired. He looked at Wang Fuhai and said, "Go and call the concubines to come and sleep with you."

Wang Fuhai's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he looked up outside. The night was gradually falling, and the edge of the sky was turning pale.

At this moment, I am afraid that Your Majesty cannot give his full attention!

He said with a complicated expression: "Your Majesty wants it now?"

Ji Wuyuan glanced at him coldly.

Wang Fuhai's body trembled, and he immediately said, "I'll do it right away."

Wang Fuhai, who had just turned around, suddenly thought of something and turned back to ask, "Which concubine does Your Majesty want to summon to the bedchamber?"

Ji Wuyuan said calmly: "Whatever."

Wang Fuhai looked embarrassed. This was not going to be easy.

When he was about to walk out of the bedroom, he heard Ji Wuyuan's cold voice coming from both sides.

He said, "Except Concubine Jiang."

What?! Except for Concubine Jiang!

Wang Fuhai was startled and said, "Yes, I'll do it right away."

He originally thought that His Majesty had gone to Changle Palace tonight and asked someone to sleep with him, so it was obvious that Concubine Jiang was the most suitable one.

But at this time, His Majesty said: Whatever, except Concubine Jiang.

This this……

The Holy Heart is unpredictable, and this job is becoming increasingly difficult!

To be on the safe side, Wang Fuhai summoned Zhao Shujia, the most favored concubine in recent days, to sleep with him.

Zhao Shujia had three thousand strands of hair hanging down, and she was wearing a light gauze dress with a cloak covering her graceful figure.

Ji Wuyuan did not allow any woman to enter his bedroom, so Wang Fuhai took her to the side hall of Taiji Palace.

Zhao Shujia stood in the imperial side hall of Taiji Palace, looking around with joy and anticipation.

This was her first time entering the Taiji Palace. Previously, His Majesty had always suddenly visited her Zhaoyang Palace late at night when she slept with him.

When Ji Wuyuan came over, he saw the woman in the side hall and subconsciously frowned.

Zhao Shujia was shy and timid, biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, lowering her eyes slightly, not daring to look directly at his face.

Her slender fingers were nervously twisting the corners of her clothes, and her cheeks were as red as the clouds.

As Ji Wuyuan approached step by step, her breathing became more rapid, her body trembled slightly, but she unconsciously took a small step forward, showing a real attitude of wanting to refuse but also to accept.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you..." She called softly, her voice as thin as a mosquito, with a bit of coquettishness and shyness.

After saying this, she turned her head away shyly, but she couldn't help but secretly peek at the emperor's expression out of the corner of her eye.

Ji Wuyuan's mouth curled up into a sneer. His seduction skills were much better than that little cat's.

However, this face is quite poor. Although it tries hard to look seductive and charming, it is difficult to depict the essence. It only has form but no charm.

It is completely different from the kind of natural charm that is unaware of its own allure and seduces people invisibly.

The night wind blew by, and the woman's body trembled slightly.

The strong scent of powder hit his face, and Ji Wuyuan frowned.

It smells pungent, not as good as the kitten's.

Seeing that the man in front of her was unmoved, Zhao Shujia bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth and took off her cloak with trembling hands, revealing a large area of ​​her body.

Apart from a thin gauze skirt, she was not wearing anything underneath, and her exquisitely slender body was faintly visible in the candlelight.

Black is black, white is white...