Undoubtedly, Jiang Ying was once again being harassed into a fight by the Dog Prince.
And after doing it once, he was still not satisfied.
Jiang Ying immediately exploded, "Your Highness, moderation, understand? Moderation!"
The key point is that we must go to pay our respects to the emperor soon.
When she thought about it, Jiang Ying wished she could just disappear right there. How could she face people like this?
Yan Zhuo didn't care at all. He held Jiang Ying's face, gave her a passionate kiss, and then took her hand...
He teased, "When I was unconscious, you teased me. Why didn't you show any restraint?"
Jiang Ying subconsciously pulled away, but was held tightly by Yan Zhuo.
"I know you're tired, so... eh? Otherwise, how can I get up and face others when you're like this?"
As he said that, he lifted the quilt and let Jiang Ying see.
Jiang Ying, “…”
A quick glance showed that her face was flushed.
Not only was he gifted, but he also deeply felt that the way the Dog Prince peeped after waking up was completely different from when he was still a vegetable.
…
Helpless, I can only help him one more time.
Jiang Ying's shrimp-colored face buried deeper and deeper.
But even so, Yan Zhuo refused to let him go.
The rich and plump flesh is ruthlessly changing its shape.
My hand was almost broken, 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 was still unable to get up. He looked more energetic than any other elixir he had taken. He continued to hold his chin and stare at his young wife, as if he could never see enough of her.
Jiang Ying tried to get up, but he pushed her back, "Don't worry."
So, they had to wait until Eunuch Huang came personally with people to knock on the door.
"Your Highness Prince Mo, Princess Mo, the Emperor has asked me to ask if you two would like to have lunch together in the palace?"
Listen, this tone is not mocking, Jiang Ying's name is written backwards!
And it's something that the dog emperor would do.
Jiang Ying glared at Yan Zhuo several times with resentment. Yan Zhuo just smiled. Finally, under Jiang Ying's coercion, he responded to Huang Mingquan, "Eat. I'm very hungry. Eunuch Huang asked the imperial kitchen to prepare more food, especially more meat."
"Shameless!" Jiang Ying felt like a big victim.
But in fact, they didn't really eat nothing during this day and night.
After all, Jiang Ying still has some space.
No matter whether you store snacks or fruits in it, it can fill your stomach.
It's just that eating those spiritual fruits can replenish qi and strengthen 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 conscientious and helped her put on all her clothes properly.
Then he took her in his arms and swaggered out of the house, heading for the Emperor's Palace of Tranquil Longevity.
When the emperor saw the two of them, he felt like his mouth was about to be crooked with smiles. "Brother Zhuo, congratulations, not only have you recovered from a serious illness, but you have also won the heart of 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, my Royal Highness, for not blaming me for trespassing into the palace."
The emperor smiled and said, "Don't blame me, don't blame me. I am so happy for my brother."
Then he looked at Huang Mingquan and said, "Serve the meal. Prince Mo is so ill that he can't get out of bed. I haven't had a drink with him in a long time."
However, Jiang Ying was the only woman at the dinner table, and she was his brother's wife, which was somewhat inappropriate.
So the emperor was in a good mood and sent Eunuch Huang to ask for help, "The imperial concubine is not well, so let Concubine Qiao accompany him."
Among the concubines, Concubine Qiao's temperament is somewhat similar to Jiang Ying's.
The emperor was envious and jealous of the young couple, so he couldn't help but catch one of them to show his love to him.
Concubine Qiao was indeed as beautiful and youthful as the legend said. She was wearing a gorgeous peach-colored palace dress, which made her look several years younger.
Her voice was especially soft and pleasant, "Your Majesty has finally remembered me. I thought you had forgotten me long 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's hands close together on the table, he quickly retracted his gaze.
There are many women in the palace, so suspicion is inevitable.
The emperor took extraordinary care of this beautiful and capable sister-in-law.
It was previously rumored that King Mo had become a living dead. When his brother died, he married his wife, and when his younger brother died, he took his sister in law. This was not uncommon in the history of Southern Zhao, so all the concubines in the harem could not control their imaginary enemy.
Fortunately, King Mo woke up in time. I heard last night that the two of them stayed in the palace together, and they were very much in love and had a deep affection for each other.
Concubine Qiao bowed gracefully, her smile becoming more sincere. "Wanwan didn't know Prince Mo and Miss Jiang were here. I'm sorry for being so rude."
The emperor waved his hand and asked her to stand up. "You are always so petty with me. Come here and have dinner with me and Prince Mo and his wife."
"Yes." Concubine Qiao walked slowly to the emperor's side 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 a surge of anger in her dantian when she saw it.
Yan Zhuo was dissatisfied with her only staring at Concubine Qiao, and he tickled her palm with a small gesture. His face was even more gloomy, "Brother, you have 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 squeezed Concubine Qiao's hand and smiled happily, "Jiang, listen to me, is Prince Mo jealous? It's okay for other people, but he's jealous of women too. I was kind enough to let Concubine Qiao accompany you for dinner, but now I'm wrong, right?"
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