Chapter 128: Passionate Kiss! If you can’t use your hands, you can only use your mouth

During these days of getting along, He Zhaojun had always forgotten that this man was the future king of a country. Besides the kindness he showed in front of her, he must also have the power of life and death. How could she really treat him as a young man who could be treated casually?

Wen Ziduan used his fingertips to feel the pulse on He Zhaojun's neck. It was beating rapidly, indicating that she was afraid or very nervous.

Or rather, he really liked this look of being ready to be killed.

So he used his fingertips to press the blood vessel on the side of He Zhaojun's neck.

"Ugh..." He Zhaojun looked painful, but she had no idea that Wen Ziduan didn't even have the heart to use his strength. It was just that she was too nervous and had difficulty breathing.

"Didn't you ask me to do it myself? Did I misunderstand? That's not what my wife meant?"

He Zhaojun thought Wen Ziduan was serious, so she quickly grabbed his clothes and begged for mercy: "Don't do it..." How come this guy can't take a joke?

Wen Ziduan nodded, not quite understanding. Not really going to do it? Okay.

So he raised the corner of his mouth, and the next moment, he leaned forward, slightly exerted force on the hand holding He Zhaojun's neck, held her firmly in his arms, and lowered his head to kiss the lips he had been thinking about day and night.

After a while, Wen Ziduan pushed the door and got out of the carriage without knowing when, while He Zhaojun leaned in the carriage, feeling dizzy and not much better than before.

"I told you not to use your hands, but I didn't tell you to use your mouth..."

This bastard!

He Zhaojun pounded the seat fiercely, and a scroll of bamboo slips fell from a gap beside it. It clattered and scattered at her feet. It must have been the intense movement between the two of them that had caused it to fall through the gap and be left behind by Wen Ziduan in the carriage.

"What is this?" He Zhaojun unfolded the bamboo slips and saw the following inscription: This year's list of promotions by the Shangfang Bureau.

She tutted her words and quickly opened the door to call out to Gu Guan who was guarding outside: "Send the bamboo slips to His Majesty the Third Prince."

Gu Guan hesitated and didn't take it: "Girl, how about you deliver it yourself tomorrow?" He was sweating. He didn't know if the girl would see through the Third Prince's trick.

He Zhaojun was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly thought of the idol drama in her mind, where the girl deliberately dropped something when getting off the car in order to have an excuse to contact the domineering president again. She shuddered.

This Wen Ziduan is so rustic... But, I am a rustic person, and I love this kind of plot.

Thinking of this, He Zhaojun hummed a sound, pretending to be calm, controlling the corners of her mouth so that they would not rise to her ears: "Okay, I'll send it off myself. Send me back to Yongle Palace."

As soon as she got off the car, she saw Shao Shang holding some silk and ordering someone to wash it carefully. "Why, are these all going to be washed and reused?"

Shao Shang nodded. "Indeed, the palace has been advocating frugality recently, so I found these unused silks and wanted to clean them before giving them to the Queen. Ordinary methods can't clean them thoroughly, so I'm grateful for the soap you developed."

He Zhaojun handed the roster to Shao Shang. "Oh, by the way, you know that the Shangfang Bureau is about to hold promotions this year, and many extraordinary people and extraordinary things will have opportunities. I think we will be able to find more like-minded people in the future."

"That's true, but I heard there's a chamberlain who spends his days collecting discarded items, especially silk, cotton, linen, tree bark, and grass roots. He enjoys this and has created a chaotic mess. I heard the Imperial Court wants to expel him from the palace, so he's leaving today, I guess."

He Zhaojun wasn't surprised at all. After all, inventors are often different from the average person; their wild imaginations and sudden inspirations are commonplace. So she casually asked, "Is his name on the list for this promotion?"

Shao Shang unfolded the bamboo slips and pointed to the last name on them. "Yes, there is. This eunuch is called Cai Jingzhong. I usually call him Brother Lun."

Who? Cai Jingzhong, Brother Lun?