After Lan Shuang finished writing the last sentence, she straightened up, resting her chin on one hand. She tilted her head to look at King Ming and said seriously, but not too seriously, "Because I don't want you to be misunderstood and recorded in history as a regicide and fratricide."
There was a gleam in her eyes. Her other hand hooked around the jade pendant on Ming Wang's waist and played with it. She lowered her eyes and said, "I want you to come clean and leave with a clear conscience."
The Ming King was caught off guard and was hit by a fatal blow.
He didn't expect that Lan Shuang's reason was this. No, this was not a reason at all, it was clearly a love talk.
His earlobes burned uncontrollably, and his face and neck turned red.
Ming Wang hung his hands at his sides and tried to restrain himself again and again, but in the end he couldn't control himself and grabbed Lan Shuang's wrist.
Lan Shuang raised her eyes in confusion: "Hmm?"
"Well--"
The next moment, her body felt lighter and she was pulled over by a great force, and then she changed her position.
She looked blankly at the Ming Wang who was so close to her, with a hard and smooth table beneath her.
She was lifted up by Ming Wang and placed on the table...
Lan Shuang couldn't help but ask, "I wanted to ask before, how come you are so strong?"
"How can you fight the enemy in the battlefield if you don't have much strength?" Ming Wang chuckled and stroked Lan Shuang's face. He put his other hand on her waist and pulled her into his arms.
"I also have a question I've been wanting to ask you."
Ming Wang stared at Lan Shuang closely.
Lan Shuang raised her eyebrows: "Ask."
"Why do you always tease me intentionally or unintentionally?"
Ming Wang's voice suddenly became low, tinged with lust, and had a sticky sound when it fell into his ears.
Lan Shuang tilted her head uncomfortably, but she didn't expect that an extremely experienced hunter had been waiting there. When the little fox dodged, it fell into his trap and was trapped, unable to struggle.
Winter has not yet ended, but spring has come first. There is a faint fragrance floating in the air in the room. Some people are humming softly, while others are accumulating their strength and making a breakthrough, enjoying their prey with great patience.
…
In the end, Lan Shuang was unconscious and didn't know when she was carried back to the room. She woke up in a daze at night, ate something and went back to sleep, but she was always thinking about her notebook.
The next day she remembered this and went to the study to check, but found that the storybook was missing. After asking Yu Heng, she learned that King Ming had sent the storybook to his shop early in the morning, had people copy many copies and sell them, and had also instructed the storyteller in the teahouse to tell the story today.
Lan Shuang supported her waist and sat down on the chair, unable to help but laughing.
"Where is the prince?"
Yu Heng stood at the door, looking at the heavy snow outside and said, "He entered the palace early this morning, probably to deal with matters concerning the throne. The country cannot be without a ruler for a single day."
Lan Shuang paused while drinking her tea and slowly lowered her eyes. "Yes, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day."
888: "Wait, if the Ming King ascends the throne, will the host be the only one in the harem?"
"Will he not choose a concubine then?"
After 888 finished speaking, he carefully looked at the host's expression. Based on his understanding of the host, she would never accept it.
Sure enough, Lan Shuang took a sip of tea, was silent for a moment and then said, "If he dares to take a concubine, I will kick him out."
"Although it was normal for ancient emperors to have three palaces and six courtyards, I can't accept it. I'm not happy about it. When the time comes, I'll go straight to the next world. Let's part ways amicably."
888: "Host, are you willing to give it up?"
Lan Shuang chuckled. "This isn't a question of whether I'm willing to leave or not, it's a matter of principle. If I stay because I can't bear to leave, won't I be disgusting myself? Which do you choose: a lifetime of annoyance or a moment of heartache?"
888 thought for a moment and said, "I choose the second one."
"Oh right," Lan Shuang spread her hands, "I can find someone better and more obedient when the time comes. Why should I hang myself on a tree?"
888: "Actually, there's no need to be too pessimistic. What if he's willing to remain a virgin for you?"
"Then I'll stay." Lan Shuang was very open-minded. "As long as he doesn't do anything to let me down, I won't abandon him."
Yu Heng didn't know that Lan Shuang was talking to 888. Seeing her just sitting there drinking tea, he felt a little uneasy. The princess was obviously a person who could not tolerate any grain of sand in her eyes. If anything happened in the future, he and the prince might not have a good ending.
He was a little worried and thought he should remind the prince.
…
At this time, Prince Ming was sitting in the imperial study, watching Li Jian lead a child to him. "Your Highness, this is the tenth prince. His birth mother was of a very low rank and died of a cold many years ago."
Ming Wang nodded and said, "You leave."
"yes."
Li Jian glanced at the tenth prince, his mind racing. King Ming had driven all the princes to their fiefdoms, leaving only the youngest tenth prince. Was he perhaps trying to be the regent?
But he could have ascended the throne himself, so why bother?
Li Jian couldn't figure it out, and didn't dare to think too much about it. He thought it was a special favor that he could save his life and be kept in the palace to serve by King Ming. On the other hand, he was probably also trying to keep him under his nose.
If he doesn't act smarter, he will probably die silently soon.
After Li Jian left, Prince Ming waved to the frightened Tenth Prince and said, "Come closer, let me see you."
The tenth prince was terrified. He looked around and saw no one who could save him. He could only bite the bullet and walk over, whispering, "Ninth Uncle."
Ming Wang's expression improved a little, and he nodded, "Well, what's your name?"
The tenth prince hesitantly said, "Jun Ming."
"Jun Ming...what a nice name." Prince Ming reached out and touched the Tenth Prince's head. "How old are you this year? Seven or eight?"
The Tenth Prince: "Uncle Nine, I'm eight years old now."
The child had clear eyes and looked very well behaved, not at all like the son of the Dog Emperor. As if realizing that King Ming had no ill intentions, the Tenth Prince relaxed a little and dared to look King Ming in the eye.
The King looked at him for a moment and suddenly asked, "Do you want to be the emperor?"
The Tenth Prince's expression changed drastically, and he knelt down in fear: "No... I don't want to. I just want to live a good life."
"Don't be afraid, I'm not testing you, I'm sincere." King Ming stood up, pulled the tenth prince up, and took him to the outside of the imperial study.
The two stood on the steps and looked at the palaces in the distance. Even the white snow could not cover the red ibis and green tiles.
The Tenth Prince had never seen the palace in this light before, and he was stunned. He heard his Ninth Uncle say, "I don't want to be emperor, but this country needs someone in power. Whether you like it or not, I'll give you the position."
The Tenth Prince was stunned: "Huh?"
"Why not?"
He didn't want to do it because he was afraid and didn't want to be killed, but if this pie really fell into his hands, he wouldn't refuse. But why did the Ninth Prince do that?
Prince Ming turned his head and smiled slightly. The Tenth Prince could not understand that smile at the time, but only felt it was very gentle.
The Ming Wang said: "Although power, wealth and honor may dazzle the eyes, those who have fallen to the bottom of the valley will not be interested in these things."
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