[Chapter 201 Chapter 201 Empress (Extra 6)]
Han Sheng sent someone to invite him.
Yan Qingsi thought that men were usually calm and would not be so anxious if nothing serious happened, so he immediately stopped what he was doing.
Without even looking at Helian Muye, whose clothes were half-undressed, he hurried over.
Leaving someone with a dark face.
He picked up the incense burner stand with a hundred cranes and pine trees and inlaid with gold and was about to smash it, but then he put it back when he thought about how valuable it was.
Only the secret incense of the royal family of the You Kingdom in the golden censer with a carved Pixiu swallowing it was destroyed by him personally.
How could he not see that Yan Qing's attitude towards him was always indifferent, and his eyes would light up occasionally, but only when he mentioned the treasures he moved to the storeroom in the princess's mansion.
She pulled her clothes closer, revealing half of her collarbone and chest, and her black hair cascaded down her shoulders.
With his sickly beautiful face, he really looks like the Son of God who has just come to the world and has not yet had time to be contaminated by the mundane world.
He half-leaned back on the bed, one leg arched and the other crossed in front of him.
She tilted her head slightly to lift her long hair, her peach blossom eyes curved into crescents, and she laughed in a low voice: "Xiao Qingqing likes to talk about business, so let's start with business."
It was almost evening, and the dusk was veiled. A bluebird landed on the treetop, weighing down the brown branches.
Through the open window, you can see a man and a woman sitting opposite each other at a table.
The man was dressed in a blue shirt and had an elegant face.
The woman's long coat is bright and her face is as white as spring flowers.
The black and white pieces are in control at your fingertips, and you can see the world's maneuvers on the small chessboard.
Yan Qing swallowed a piece and fluttered his eyelashes: "Jin'an seems absent-minded."
Han Sheng put the chess piece in his hand in a deadly situation: "It's because I am inferior to others in skills."
Although he lived in the princess's mansion and occasionally analyzed the situation and discussed strategies with Yan Qing, he was unwilling to call himself a minister.
As I said in front of the Golden Palace, a minister cannot serve two masters.
He was willing to enter the princess's tent as a commoner only because she still needed him.
"Jin'an, why do you underestimate yourself?" Her voice was soft and clear like a whisper, and she was particularly intimate when calling him by his courtesy name.
Han Sheng raised his head to meet her smiling eyes, his heart still as hot as before, and the word "Madam" came out of his mouth in a trance.
He immediately suppressed the emotion in his eyes, stood up, bowed his hands and apologized: "Your Highness, I have overstepped the boundaries."
"Jin'an seems to be in a bad mood today." Yan Qing stretched out his hand to him, but he dodged in panic, and the chess pieces fell to the ground in an instant.
He stood up, waved his sleeves, and paused as he walked inside.
"Maybe it was because I was tasting food for His Highness in the kitchen today and accidentally drank some vinegar, so I felt very sad." A trace of bitterness escaped from his lips, and he turned his back to Yan Qing so that she could not see his depressed expression.
"Be safe..." Yan Qing looked at his lonely back and rubbed his fingertips guiltily.
It turns out that even a gentleman who is self-disciplined, reserved and reserved can sometimes express his jealousy openly.
Her heart seemed to be floating on the clouds, and she felt like a real scumbag.
But she has always followed her own will and has never been one to over-reflect on herself.
So she stepped forward and put her arms around the man's waist from behind to the front.
Han Sheng struggled symbolically, put his big palm on her hand and pushed it gently, but he was reluctant to use any force.
He suppressed the joy in his throat, and his calm voice could be heard trembling slightly: "I will go and get the newly prepared policy paper for Her Royal Highness the Princess."
"Husband." Yan Qing buried her face in his back, "We won't talk about state affairs today."
The word "husband" seems to bring back the days when they lived in harmony.
Han Sheng could feel his own heartbeat, as if he had turned into a bird that had just learned to fly, stumbling forward and flapping its wings.
He wanted to respond immediately, but he was too reserved and stood still.
He pressed against the soft back, and his stiffness betrayed his nervousness.
Yan Qing's soft and boneless little hands reached into his loose Confucian shirt, and her fingertips just missed the thin muscle texture.
She walked around to the man and held his face, which was a perfect combination of coldness and warmth.
"Today I will talk with my husband about the warmth of the old days."
Relive the old days.
The dragonfly's light kiss on the water is like snow falling silently, melting in each other's breath.
Han Sheng leaned on the table, and Yan Qing, who was just a few feet away, hooked his belt with his hand and leaned close to his ear.
The charm ignited the sparks in her eyes, and her enchanting appearance was like a banshee waiting in a dilapidated temple for scholars preparing for exams to settle down.
Waiting to suck away his yang energy.
"Husband, don't you like it?" Yan Qing raised her eyes and looked at him, looking confused.
Han Sheng was slightly embarrassed and said: "I have heard that couples know when to sleep together, and mandarin ducks do not sleep alone."
The smile on Yan Qing's lips froze.
The next line of this poem is "I only see the new people laughing, and hear the old people crying."
The main character is a resentful, heartless and unfaithful man.
"If Jin'an doesn't like it, then just let it go." She bit her red lips lightly.
The man grabbed her hand as she tried to pull away, and turned his head away from her: "The window is not closed."
"No one else will be here during this time." Yan Qing laughed, and continued his movements. "No one in my palace dares to be ignorant of the situation."
At Han Sheng's insistence, she closed the window.
The blue robe was wide open and the red robe was disheveled.
The words of a scholar are always stronger than his body.
As the dusk faded, the moon rose above the branches, and the birds that had been squatting for a while fluttered away.
A gust of wind blew the carved window half open. There was no candle lit in the room, and the slightly tipsy moonlight sneaked in, framing the messy figure in front of the table.
Yan Qing turned his head towards the window and met the young man's fiery eyes.
"Madam, please don't be distracted." Han Sheng's face was serious, just like the strict teacher who was teaching her.
If he had a ruler in his hand at this moment, her palms and "dignified buttocks" would probably be in trouble.
Yan Qing groaned and staggered against the table, like a toddler who had just learned to stand.
A pair of tender white legs were trembling slightly.
Xu Wenzhang, who was tricked by Helian Muye to come outside the window, wanted to run away with a blushing face, but his feet could not move.
Ah Qing's sweet and melodious voice at this moment was completely different from the drowsiness and dullness when she was with him.
You don’t know until you see it. It’s shocking.
It turns out that the master is not only good at writing, but also well versed in the art of sexual intercourse.
He is worthy of being the Prime Minister.
Xu Wenjian, who had learned from Han Sheng, not only did not ruin Han Sheng's plans as Helian Muye had expected, but he also secretly praised him.
The jealousy that arose in my heart has been wiped out by the thought of "conquering Aqing with technology".
His mother said that Aqing would become the ruler of the world in the future.
The affairs of the harem were complicated and his illiterate brain was unable to handle them.
Every profession has its own expertise and every difficult task has its own teacher.
He just needs to be A-qing's most beloved treasure.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile foolishly.
Hearing the noise outside, Han Sheng's face turned even redder: "Okay, it looks like there's someone."
"Just a naughty bird." Yan Qing put her arms around his neck, giving him seductive looks.
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