[Chapter 414 Chapter 414 The Vicious Fake Goddess (25)]
"Dismiss the court!" Mu Liancheng stood up and left with a gloomy face.
Several old ministers who had just left the hall gathered together and talked a lot.
"I was wondering how a man could hold it back forever. Your Majesty has now become a problem." A gloomy-faced general scratched his head, "He just lacks women."
Standing next to him was the senior official who had just disagreed with him on political views and was arguing with him in the hall until he was about to jump up and down.
The old man stroked his beard and sighed, "Last time, Lord Helan, who proposed the selection of a concubine, was thrown into the toilet. Who dares to offend him again at this critical moment?"
Asking the elders of three dynasties to clean the toilet, probably only their Majesty can do it.
Lord Helan, who has lost all his dignity and face, is still lying in bed and refuses to get up.
The emperor's bedroom.
Mu Liancheng sat at the table, and the imperial doctors came forward tremblingly to feel his pulse. The conclusion they reached was that his pulse was stable and his body was in good health.
He opened his legs and pointed to the place under his abdomen where a dragon and a tiger were crouching: "Do you think this is a sign of my well-being?"
When the outer robe was lifted, the outline of the underwear was visible.
The palace maid who had been standing guard by the side blushed and lowered her head, not daring to look up again.
"Your Majesty, please punish us, we are incompetent." The imperial doctors knelt on the ground, trembling.
Mu Liancheng smashed the teacup beside him and said, "A bunch of quacks, get lost!"
Everyone felt as if they had been granted amnesty. They wiped the sweat from their faces and left the hall with trembling legs.
The eunuchs and palace maids also left.
Mu Liancheng stood up, his robe slipping off could not hide his arrogance.
Soon, a secret guard came in.
"How's the investigation going?" His face still looked grim.
The secret guard knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, according to the news from the Northern Dark Stake, the goddess has been summoned by the Beast God and has been sleeping for more than half a month."
Mu Liancheng waved his hand, leaving himself alone in the huge space.
He glanced down at his body unhappily, his golden eyes gleaming coldly.
He had been accidentally shot by the woman before, but he didn't feel any discomfort and just thought it was a deliberate provocation from the woman.
But after returning to the palace, I didn't expect that even though I didn't feel anything in a certain part of my body, it would occasionally become raised.
The interval may be a few hours or a few days.
It wasn't painful, but it was humiliating.
Not to mention that the ministers were forcing him to choose a concubine every day as if they were under pressure, and there were also many palace maids who wanted to take the opportunity to get promoted.
Only after a slight punishment and a severe warning did they dare not bother him again.
"Sleeping?" Mu Liancheng's eyelids twitched.
It's not that I'm worried about some unruly woman, but I'm afraid that she will die too soon and no one will be able to solve her problems.
He strode towards the inner bedroom, and when he approached the dragon bed, his eyes changed: "Who?"
The palace is heavily guarded, and even a fly can hardly get in. Who has such magical powers to avoid numerous blockades and enter his bedroom?
The curtains on the bed were closed for no reason, revealing a graceful shadow on the gauze curtains.
Mu Liancheng quickly pulled out the scimitar from the treasure rack beside the bed and slashed at the graceful figure.
The curtains broke and fell to the ground, and a light laugh suddenly came from the empty bed.
"The Lord is looking for me." A familiar voice with deliberately created coquettishness was heard, and the figure of the girl slowly appeared before his eyes.
Mu Liancheng tightened his grip on the knife handle, his arrogant face froze for a moment, and a flash of surprise flashed across his gilded eyes: "It's you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the knife in his hand again without any restraint, and the whistling sword energy chopped the bed into pieces.
Feeling his strong murderous intent, Yan Qing did not try to avoid him but just looked at him with a smile.
It seemed to be mocking his impotent rage.
The silver knife pierced through her body, but she was not hurt at all.
"Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor!" The guards who broke in upon hearing the noise surrounded Mu Liancheng, but looked around and did not see any figure.
Mu Liancheng stared at the girl lying on the dilapidated bed in a seductive posture. She smiled sweetly and winked at him, treating the guards who broke in as a joke.
"I just felt like practicing with my sword. It's nothing special. You guys go down first." He put the scimitar back on the wooden rack.
The guards all left the hall, and the eunuchs filed in to replace the damaged dragon bed with a new one.
After sending everyone away, Mu Liancheng stared at Yan Qing for a long time, his golden eyes narrowed: "Who the hell are you?"
Her own sword pierced through her body, but the imperial guards ignored her.
This shows that she is not a normal person at this moment.
Remembering what the secret guard said, that the goddess was sleeping in the temple, he knew that her soul was leaving her body.
He never believed in ghosts and gods, but the woman in front of him was indeed too strange.
Yan Qing sat cross-legged on the newly replaced dragon bed and waved at him: "Come over and I'll tell you."
Mu Liancheng sneered and stood there motionless.
Yan Qing's eyebrows curved into crescents, and he instantly appeared beside him, pretending to hug him.
Regardless of whether he could sense him or not, he blew into his ear and said, "If the enemy doesn't move, I will."
She moved her slender hand downwards, landing exactly on the spot that the man was troubled by.
Mu Liancheng tensed his muscles and met her clear eyes.
Although there was clearly no feeling of any kind, he felt as if a pair of hands were really passing by him.
"Go away." He sulked.
Yan Qing rolled his eyes: "Stingy guy."
She ran to the armchair and sat down. She pointed to the side and said, "There should be a chaise longue here."
It feels as if I'm back home.
Mu Liancheng's eyes swept back and forth from her body: "The knife can't get close to you, how can you sit or lie down?"
Just when he tried to push her away, his hand passed through her body and he only touched air.
She clearly couldn't touch any physical objects, but when she lay on the bed, her body didn't pass through the bed.
Yan Qing generously explained his doubts to him: "Because I can control myself."
She jumped up and floated in the air, then turned over and walked upside down on the ceiling.
After a moment, she lay on the man's back.
Mu Liancheng turned around and saw her standing there with her arms and legs folded.
Like a stupid and funny round turtle.
A smile flashed in his eyes. He sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of water. His face was cold. “Tell me, what is the purpose of your coming to Nanjiang?”
Yan Qing shrugged, sat opposite him, and hung his head like a loser: "I don't know either, I just slept and ended up here."
"Maybe this is the call of destiny?" She pouted and stared at the man's face without any hesitation.
Mu Liancheng sneered: "It's a lie."
Isn't it because Bei You believed in her so-called destiny that the current chaos in the court occurred?
The two princes met with accidents one after another.
The third prince, who was expected to inherit the throne, had just left when the fourth prince, who had been missing for two years, returned to the palace.
He didn't believe that this woman had no hand in it.
Yan Qing looked at him with an unbelieving look and raised an eyebrow: "I just tried it, and I can't leave here by myself."
Mu Liancheng stared at her suspiciously, and carelessly lifted up his robe, revealing the part of him that was still greeting her and refused to take it back: "I don't care what your intention is, now, solve the problem immediately."
His commanding tone was mixed with anger, and it seemed that he was fed up with the torture of her injection.
Yan Qing stared at the place with a strong presence in surprise, and after admiring it, he did not forget to blow a hooligan whistle.
"Very good." She praised sincerely.
Mu Liancheng's mouth twitched, he resisted the urge to strangle her to death, and lowered his eyebrows: "Stop talking nonsense!"
Yan Qing spread his hands to show that he was powerless: "The poison I gave must be cured by me personally, but it seems impossible now. I can't touch the Lord."
Blinking her eyes, she asked again in confusion, "My Golden Spear and Invincible Needle is a magical skill that ordinary men can only dream of. Your Majesty despises me so much, could it be that you have a hidden illness?"
Glancing behind the man, she smiled with a hint of ambiguity, "It is said that some homosexuals prefer to go through the back door."
"Crack" the cup in Mu Liancheng's hand was crushed.
There was murderous intent in his golden eyes, his dark face was as dark as charcoal, and veins bulged at his temples.
Yan Qing ignored his anger and clapped his hands together as if he was watching an acrobatic show: "As expected of you, Your Majesty. You are truly amazing."
The perfunctory tone made Mu Liancheng feel like he had become a street monkey performer.
His expression stiffened. He slapped the table, stood up, turned around and threw Yan Qing aside.
This woman is now just a ghost, and cannot be hit. It's shameless to scold her.
Realizing that whatever he did to her was useless, Mu Liancheng decided not to continue to suffer.
I took off my coat and was about to go to bed, but I saw someone was already lying there.
Yan Qing spread his arms and legs and lay on the bed in a big letter shape: "Don't say that this dragon bed tastes special, it's the best on the cloud top."
When the man ignored her, she turned her gaze to his naked upper body.
His muscular body was clearly bulging, even to the point where girls who liked boys’ mothers would be envious.
"Your Majesty is so alluring, the concubines in the harem must be as fierce as wolves and tigers." She half leaned against the head of the bed, teasing with a smile.
Mu Liancheng's eyelids twitched and he reached out to pull her down, but his hand passed through her body and missed.
He lowered his golden eyes, and there was a hint of ferocity between his brows: "Get out of here!"
Like a lion in rage.
Unfortunately, Yan Qing relied on the fact that he was just an untouchable soul at the moment and did not take his ferocity seriously at all.
Clean your ears and only listen to the words you like.
She rolled over on the bed, patted the place beside her, and said with a charming smile, "Is this how you roll, Lord~"
"Noisy." Mu Liancheng glanced at her.
Yan Qing took the initiative to move closer, as if he was not describing himself, and said with a smile: "It is said that the Lord has killed many people, I think it is just a rumor that misleads people."
Mu Liancheng glanced at the scimitars on the shelf and sneered, "You are so proud of not dying under the lone sword last time?"
There was admiration in her eyes: "But even in the ruined temple, I never felt your killing intent."
"Your Majesty is actually very gentle."
Conceit is a common problem among most men, and praising is the best way to bring people closer together.
The fierceness in Mu Liancheng's eyes faded a little. Everyone said that he was moody, cruel and inhumane. This was the first time he heard this adjective from someone else.
Oh, gentle.
That is the most useless thing.
He closed his eyes and ignored Yan Qing's existence, with his hands flat on the bed, like a noble sculpture.
Yan Qing lay beside him, supporting his head with one hand, his fingertips running across his face, tracing his facial contours.
"They say that men with high noses are also strong in that aspect." She muttered softly, "It seems to be true."
Seeing that the man closed his eyes and ignored her, Yan Qing's eyes flickered and he lowered his body.
From his nose and mouth, all the way to his chest muscles and abdominal muscles.
When he was about to go on, Mu Liancheng finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Shut up!"
When he lowered his eyes, he saw the girl lying under his legs, her beautiful face facing his indescribable place.
The place where we finally rested showed signs of waking up again.
He sat up suddenly and pointed under the bed: "Get out."
There was suppressed anger in his voice.
Yan Qing turned over to the inside of the bed, looking sad and disdained: "This dragon bed is precious, I won't sleep on it."
After saying that, she pretentiously twisted her fingers to wipe away the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Go away and don't force me to say it a second time." Mu Liancheng continued to make a sour face.
Yan Qing showed a pitiful expression, raised a trembling hand, and reminded very considerately: "Your Majesty has said it three times."
Mu Liancheng laughed out of anger. This woman was just relying on the fact that he couldn't touch her that she dared to do such evil things.
If he was not afraid that her reputation of supernatural powers would spread and affect his dignity as Emperor Nanjiang, he would have the urge to have someone post an imperial decree and find a skilled Taoist priest to capture this evil woman.
Seeing that he was constantly suppressing his anger, Yan Qing's smile became even more pronounced.
If this continues, the man will become a Ninja Turtle sooner or later.
She stood up and pretended to get out of bed, but when the man breathed a sigh of relief, she floated to the top of the bed.
With arms spread out, it's as if the whole person is hanging on the ceiling.
She continued to play innocent: "Since your Majesty won't let me sleep next to you, then we'll just sleep face to face."
His body went down a little and then suddenly went up, like a Spider-Man.
She found it funny herself.
Mu Liancheng tried hard to calm himself down so as not to notice anything happening outside, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a face on top of the bed.
If you are a timid person, you would probably have heart problems at this moment.
He couldn't bear it any longer, but he couldn't say it out loud.
Mu Liancheng, who was originally a very vigilant person, was now forced to eat and sleep with Yan Qing. As long as he stayed in his bedroom, he would see him whenever he opened his eyes or closed them.
He hadn't had a good night's sleep for three days in a row. When he went to court in the morning, his face looked very bad and he was angrier than usual.
The black-faced general shouted, "It's over, it's over. This is great. Your Majesty is going to get sick from holding it in."
The ministers were busy looking for women for him, but all those who were sent to him were sent away.
Later, someone came up with some stupid idea, but a young man with red lips and white teeth wrapped in a red quilt was brought to him.
Yan Qing laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back. After seeing the man being tortured to the point of going crazy for several days, she felt a lot more refreshed.
Sure enough, happiness must be built on the pain of the enemy.
Mu Liancheng, as the number one competitor who hinders her from unifying the grassland, is her archenemy.
Mu Liancheng remembered that she said she could not leave the palace, so he decided to stay in the imperial study.
The guards and ministers thought that he was working hard for state affairs, so when he went to court the next day, his political enemies spoke to each other in a more friendly manner.
Yan Qing was anxious as he hadn't seen him come back for two days in a row, so he stayed in the palace and planned to give him some freedom first.
Don't push things too hard, always give someone some breathing space.
After all, habits are developed gradually, not overnight.
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