[Chapter 162 Chapter 162 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (39)]
The serious and steady teacher was flustered by her teasing and was too embarrassed to raise his eyebrows.
"If you stop me again, I will be angry." Yan Qing took the handkerchief and easily reached into his collar to wipe his body.
Just as the wet handkerchief was about to go down between her fingers, he raised his hand to intercept it.
"Madam, please let me do it myself." The man's dark eyes were filled with mist, and there was a hint of pleading in his expression.
His black hair fell on his chest, his shirt was half-open, and his handsome face was lightly rosy, like a cold and banished immortal who had fallen into the mortal world.
While Duan Fang was abstinent, a hint of seductive ravage appeared.
Yan Qing took back her hand: "My husband, there is no need to seduce me like this. I will just agree to your request."
"Husband, Madam, please don't make fun of me." Han Sheng coughed violently a few times and was choked by his own saliva.
The woman's soft hand pressed against his chest to help him calm down, and it felt like a spark that burned him so much that he shrank back and almost broke the wound on his leg.
Yan Qing asked considerately: "Why don't I do it myself?"
Han Sheng blushed and shook his head: "I will do it myself."
But looking at her blazing and smiling eyes, he really couldn't do the act of passing by her. If he asked again, he was afraid that the young lady would force herself to help.
He moved his legs, turned his back, and huddled himself in the thin quilt, then wiped himself clean.
"Don't dirty Madam's hands." He held the almost dry handkerchief tightly, his eyelashes trembling.
Seeing that his face was about to burn, Yan Qing stopped teasing him, brought the basin over, and let him put the handkerchief into the water.
A month passed in a flash, and Han Sheng's shoulder injury had almost healed, except for the new flesh on his thigh that had not yet fully healed.
To prevent friction, Yan Qing forbad him to get off the ground until his injury was completely healed.
She has been sticking to Han Sheng every day these days, so Chen Yanshu has no chance to contact her.
Only occasionally, under the pretext of caring about her subjects, would she make a few sarcastic remarks to him, and then she would stare gloomily at her showing her affection with her husband.
I have been so angry that I walked away many times, but I still enjoy it.
At night, the candlelight flickers.
Han Sheng held Yan Qing's hand and solemnly instructed, "Madam, please don't do this again. His Majesty is generous and doesn't bother with us, but he is the ruler of a country after all."
The emperor of the time holds the power of life and death. If you really anger him, you will only bring disaster upon yourself.
"I understand." Yan Qing responded perfunctorily.
He sighed helplessly: "Madam."
Yan Qing climbed on him and said, "If I don't mess around with him, can I mess around with my husband?"
"This..." The man was speechless for a moment, his ears and face flushed.
Yan Qing stroked his lips with her fingertips, and circled his neck to pull him closer to her: "My dear, do you really think that the two groups of people who were assassinated in the mountains are from the same group?"
Han Sheng's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression froze as he met her clear gaze.
As soon as His Majesty appeared in Pingnan, another group of people participated in the assassination, and their martial arts skills were similar to those of orthodox trained secret guards.
The key points are as clear as seeing through fire.
"Is it worth it?" Yan Qing asked again.
Is a monarch who treats human life as worthless worthy of his loyalty?
Han Sheng held her in his arms, his eyes clear: "The Xie family is rampant and bullies the people. Sacrificing me can save millions of people, which is enough."
Yan Qing played with his long hair on his chest and curled her lips: "My husband cares about the people, but I am not like that. I just want the imperial power."
"Madam, please don't say such things carelessly." Han Sheng warned seriously.
Yan Qing pushed him down: "Let's not talk about this, let's play something else."
He left with a kiss, and then turned his mouth away.
The man lay on his back shyly, with red eyes, disheveled black hair and half-open clothes.
It presents a completely different style from the usual solemn and dignified style.
Like a flower from a high mountain falling from the altar, it tempts people to tear him apart and defile him.
She laid in his arms, her fingertips roaming over the muscles of his chest, giving him a passionate kiss.
Han Sheng couldn't help but hold her fair little hand, interlocking their fingers to prevent her from making trouble.
"Madam, have you made up your mind?" He was struggling between water and fire, enduring the boiling roar of his blood.
Yan Qing broke free from his weak control and wrapped herself around him like a half-snake demon, saying softly, "My husband, you should leave me no room to think at this moment."
Han Sheng smiled, just like the first spring flowers revealed when the snow on the iceberg melted.
He leaned in and kissed her softly, so gently.
His lips and teeth moved downwards, and he plucked the twin lotus flowers embroidered on the scarlet dress.
The candlelight emits winding green smoke, and the spring scene can be glimpsed through the bed curtains.
The two people's breaths blended together, like the bright moon reflected on the sea, and it was hard to tell whether the moon was in the sky or on the bottom of the sea.
The atmosphere was getting tense when there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Lord Zuo Xiang, His Majesty invites you."
Han Sheng regained his senses after losing control, and gathered the light shirt on Yan Qing's arm: "Madam, I..."
Glancing at the water-soaked lotus on his clothes, his fair face turned red again.
Yan Qing put her arms around his neck and said coquettishly, "At this moment, the mandarin duck bed is warm, why should we care about the ruler and the subject."
There was no movement outside for a long time, and then someone repeated, "Lord Zuo Xiang, His Majesty wants to see you."
She pushed Han Sheng against the head of the bed and said, "I'll go get back to him."
The man wanted to stop her, but she glanced at him, so he had to lower his head to look at his own condition and pulled up the thin blanket to cover himself.
Yan Qing opened the door, sneered and cursed: "Which ignorant dog disturbed my sweet dreams when the moon is over the cold palace."
The guard who knocked on the door turned around awkwardly and glanced at the emperor who was standing in the yard with his hands behind his back.
Chen Yanshu waved his hand, walked a few steps to the front of the room, and moved his gaze from her gorgeous lips to the white-necked red flower.
The little red dots reveal the deep love in the boudoir.
"I want to discuss something with you, my dear." He found a plausible excuse.
His sinister eyes were fixed on her cheek that looked like a blossoming peach. Dark clouds gathered in his eyes, as if a storm was about to come.
Yan Qing leaned against the door with his arms folded across his chest, sneering: "My husband's old injury has relapsed, and he is not in good condition at the moment. Your Majesty, please invite me again tomorrow."
Chen Yanshu wanted to pull her into his arms, but he didn't know what he was thinking about. He clenched his outstretched hand into a fist and finally retracted it into his wide sleeves.
"Aqing, have you forgotten what I said?" he warned in a low voice.
Yan Qing covered her lips and chuckled: "I don't know what you are talking about. Your Majesty deliberately came to visit late at night. Could it be that you want to watch your ministers' sex?"
She deliberately raised her voice, and the guards who retreated to the side lowered their heads even lower, as if they were about to fall off her neck.
Chen Yanshu's face was grim: "Since you are unwell, I will not force you to do anything. Madam, please remember to take good care of him."
"I, Your Majesty, would like to thank you for your concern on behalf of my husband." Yan Qing pretended not to hear the threat in his words and smiled as she performed a standard bow.
Watching the man walk away with his sleeves swung, the corners of her mouth dropped.
Back in the room, Han Sheng raised his eyes and asked her, "Your Majesty, is there anything important?"
Yan Qing took off her coat: "Husband, don't you understand yet?"
Han Sheng opened his mouth but said nothing, thinking back to the time when his Majesty had been so angry with his wife that she stormed out but never blamed him during his recuperation.
His pupils contracted violently and a look of disbelief flashed across his face.
How could a ruler of a country have improper intentions towards the wife of his subject?
"The good night is too short." Yan Qing sat in his arms, "My husband is injured, so I will take charge of the spring and autumn, okay?"
"I can..." Han Sheng's stubborn struggle was completely swallowed by her.
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