There is no doubt that Jiang Ying was entangled in a fight with the villain by the Dog King.

And after doing it once, I was still not satisfied.

Jiang Ying was immediately furious, "My Lord, moderation, understand? Moderation!"

The key point is that we must go to pay our respects to the emperor in a while.

Thinking about it, Jiang Ying wished she could just disappear right there. How could she face people?

Yan Zhuo didn't care at all. He held Jiang Ying's face and gave her a passionate kiss, then took her hand...

Yan Yu teased, "When I was unconscious, you teased me. Why didn't you show some restraint?"

Jiang Ying tried to pull away subconsciously, but was held tightly by Yan Zhuo.

"I know you are tired, so... eh? Otherwise, how can I get up and face others when you are like this?"

As she spoke, 꺶 Lala lifted the quilt and let Jiang Ying see.

Jiang Ying: "..."

A quick glance showed that her face was flushed.

I am very proud of my talent, but I also deeply feel that the dog king's peeking after waking up is completely different from when he was still a vegetable.

…

Helpless, I can't help you again.

Jiang Ying had a lustful face and buried himself deeper and deeper.

But even so, Yan Zhuo would not let go.

The plump and plump breasts are ruthlessly changing their shape.

I almost broke my hand, but it finally healed.

Jiang Ying moved his sore arms, feeling extremely regretful. If he had known this would happen, he would have just gone there.

After all this trouble, it was already noon.

Yan Zhuo didn't want to get up yet. He looked more energetic than any other magical medicine he had taken. He continued to hold his chin and stare at his young wife, as if he could never look at her enough.

Jiang Ying wanted to get up, but was pushed back by 놛, "Don't worry."

As a result, Eunuch Huang personally brought people to knock on the door.

"Your Highness Prince Mo, Princess Mo, the Emperor asked me to ask you two if you would like to have lunch together in the palace?"

Listen, this tone is not mocking, Jiang Ying's name is written backwards!

And it seems that the dog emperor is capable of doing things.

Jiang Ying glared at Yan Zhuo with resentment for several times, and the latter smiled. Finally, under Jiang Ying's coercion, he responded to Huang Mingquan in a low voice, "Eat. This king is very hungry. Eunuch Huang asked the imperial kitchen to prepare more, preferably more meat."

"Shame on you!" Jiang Ying felt like an innocent victim.

But in fact, we didn't really have nothing to eat during this day and night.

After all, Jiang Ying still has some space.

Whether you store snacks or fruits in it, it can fill your stomach.

But eating those spiritual fruits can replenish qi and benefit the kidneys...

This was the first time that Jiang Ying felt a little disgusted with his own personal space!

When she stood up, Jiang Ying's waist and knees were sore and she didn't want to move. Yan Zhuo was very conscious and helped her put on all her clothes properly.

Then he held her in his arms, walked out of the door, and went to the Emperor's Yangxin Palace.

When the emperor saw the two of them, he smiled so hard that his mouth almost twisted. "Brother Zhuo, congratulations, not only have you recovered from your illness, but you have also brought home a beautiful woman."

Jiang Ying wanted to roll his eyes. See, our emperor loves to eat melons!

Yan Zhuo let go of Jiang Ying and stepped forward to bow, "Thank you, brother, for not blaming me for entering the palace without permission."

The emperor smiled and said, "Don't blame me, I am so happy for you, brother."

Then he looked at Huang Mingquan and said, "Serve the meal. King Mo is so ill that he can't get out of bed. I haven't had a drink with him for a long time."

It was somewhat inappropriate that Jiang Ying was the only woman at the dinner table, and she was also his brother's wife.

So when the emperor was in a good mood, he sent Eunuch Huang to persuade her, "The noble concubine is in poor health, so let Concubine Qiao accompany her."

Among the concubines, Concubine Qiao's temperament is somewhat similar to Jiang Ying.

The emperor saw the young couple as a pair and felt jealous and envious, so he couldn't help but catch someone to show his affection to them.

Concubine Qiao was indeed as the legend said, youthful, beautiful, and radiant. Her gorgeous peach-colored palace dress made her look a few years younger.

Her voice was especially soft and pleasant, "Your Majesty finally remembered me now. I thought you had forgotten me a long time ago."

As he spoke, his gaze passed lightly across Jiang Ying's face, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but when he saw Jiang Ying and Yan Zhuo holding hands very close to each other on the table, he quickly retracted his gaze.

There are many women in the palace, so suspicion is inevitable.

The emperor did not take good care of this beautiful and capable sister-in-law.

It was previously rumored that King Mo had become a living dead. When his elder brother died, he married his sister-in-law, and when his younger brother died, he married his younger sister. This was not uncommon in the history of Southern Zhao. Therefore, all the concubines in the harem could not help imagining that they were enemies.

Fortunately, King Mo woke up in time. I heard last night that the two of them stayed together in the palace. They were inseparable and had a deep affection for each other.

Concubine Qiao bowed gracefully, her smile becoming more sincere. "Wan Wan didn't know Prince Mo and Miss Jiang were here too. I'm sorry for being so rude."

The emperor waved his hand and asked her to stand up. "You are used to being petty with me. Come here and have dinner with me and Prince Mo and his wife."

"Wait." Concubine Qiao walked slowly to the emperor and sat down next to him. Her slender waist could be held in one hand, and her hands were as soft as willow branches, so soft that it made people intoxicated.

Not to mention men, even a woman like Jiang Ying would feel fire rising from her dantian when she saw it.

Yan Zhuo was not happy with her staring at Concubine Qiao, and he pinched her palm with a small gesture, his face becoming more gloomy, "Brother Royal has summoned such a beautiful concubine. Your humble servant and Ying'er, how can we have an appetite to eat? We'll just enjoy the feast."

The emperor held Concubine Qiao's hand and smiled happily, "Jiang Xiao, listen to me, Prince Mo is jealous? It's okay for others, but he is jealous of women. I was kind enough to let Concubine Qiao accompany you for dinner, but now it's me who is wrong, isn't it?"

Jiang Ying was helpless to be affected, and glanced at Yan Zhuo unhappily, "Your Majesty, don't bother with me. Maybe I just woke up after lying down for three months, and my brain is not working well."

"Puchi", the emperor couldn't help laughing.

He looked between the two of them with great interest, thinking, there really is Jiang in this world who can help me fix my mistakes.

뀪After the two of them officially got married, 놙 there will be more excitement to watch.

After some fun, they finally started eating.

Yan Zhuo really didn't eat those meat dishes in vain, and he didn't care whether it was Concubine Qiao or not. He picked up the meat firmly and quickly, and occasionally fed Jiang Ying some chicken legs, chicken wings, shrimps, etc., which shocked Concubine Qiao but she didn't dare to show it.

The emperor was always moderate when eating. No matter whether he liked the food on the table or not, or whether it was delicious or not, he would only eat that much at each meal. No matter how much he liked the dish, he would not take a third bite of it.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but tease Yan Zhuo, "Brother Zhuo, I see that you don't look sick, but rather like you haven't eaten for a hundred years, right?"

It looks really cold.

The dignified Prince Nan Zhao, how can he eat like this? If this were to be sent to other countries, wouldn't they be laughed at to death?

Yan Zhuo didn't care, "Brother Emperor, I used to eat too much vegetarian food, which was not good for my physical and mental health. Now that I have woken up from lying down for a while, I realize how precious meat is to humans.

From now on, I will cherish the delicious food and eat it in a balanced way three times a day."

Eating is eating, and the long-term cultivation of elegance and refinement makes her speech and actions not rough at all. On the contrary, they are inexplicably charming.

Just let it go, Jiang Ying always feels that there is something behind his words, it doesn't sound like he is just talking about having a meal?

After a while, seeing that Yan Zhuo had eaten at least one bowl of meat, Jiang Ying decisively stopped his chopsticks and said, "Are you going to die? Before, when you were in bed, you should drink more liquid food and eat minced meat. Eat normally, and take your time."

Yan Zhuo glanced at her sideways, his eyes moving, "Okay, take your time."