The Empress is the Best in the Nine Provinces "I am the Empress."
The emperor was taken away.
The emperor was sent back.
I looked at the emperor in front of me and asked the captain of the "Ba" team, "So fast?"
The captain nodded, "The trial is over."
The emperor felt that the general framework of his world was not a secret, so he just said it. Anyway, he could no longer be the emperor, and he was too lazy to worry about whether we would invade his world.
The emperor came from a world of martial arts, where humans have tempered their martial arts to the extreme. Moves like breaking rocks with the chest, plucking flowers with flying leaves, and roaring like a lion can all become reality in his world.
The emperor's body bones are ten times harder than those of ordinary humans. When using the iron vest, his skin is as hard as steel. When using sonic power, he can roar out sounds over 150 decibels, enough to make a person deaf instantly.
What is even more shocking is that his metabolic rate is three times that of an ordinary person, but his telomere length is much longer than that of an ordinary person, which means that his lifespan is extremely long, predicted to be at least twice that of a normal person.
It is not an exaggeration to call his body superhuman.
In this light, it is not surprising that the emperor initially developed ambitions to dominate the world.
Unfortunately, he missed one point. Our world does not have internal strength, but we have technology.
Obviously, with his current physical condition, he is not able to resist bullets.
The emperor realized this and his ambitions quickly dissipated as quickly as they had come.
The special department discovered that his skills have a certain resistance to Yin energy.
Jiang Qingshu said that this is because the human body is healthy, the blood and yang energy are vigorous, so the resistance to yin energy is also strong.
Given that spiritual energy is reviving, there may be more wandering ghosts in the future, so it is urgent to enhance the physical fitness of the people.
The country wants the emperor's skills.
But how could the emperor give it away easily?
After some negotiations, the emperor proposed to live with me.
The reason he gave was that he was the emperor and his food, clothing, housing and transportation should be the best.
But I always feel that he may have a deeper reason, just like A and B at the beginning.
For this, I agreed.
Besides, he still owes me 200 million. I never do business at a loss. I have to squeeze more than 50% of the value out of him to live up to my reputation.
In order to ensure my safety, several electric shock rings were installed on his body, which would release high-voltage current to ensure that he would lose the ability to move instantly.
After he tried to offend me tentatively and was instantly shocked, I gave in completely.
After that day, he became much more obedient, but he exposed his chest in front of me more often.
I looked at the emperor sitting on the sofa with a big horse and a golden sword, and my face darkened. "Put on your clothes."
He only had a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and his legs were wide open, revealing everything.
Shit, he's sitting on my couch with no underwear on!
The emperor yawned, then skillfully switched channels, eventually settling on a costume drama. He tilted his head slightly to look at me, smiling a bit wickedly, "What? Am I not good-looking? Why don't you dare look me in the eye?"
He stood up, and a drop of water fell from the end of his wet hair, flowing down his neck, rolling over his neatly arranged eight abdominal muscles, and finally sinking into the bath towel.
In the blink of an eye, he came in front of me, his fingertips lingering around my hair, and whispered seductively, "You are still a virgin, right? I can take you to experience the bliss of this world, and you will definitely like it."
I looked away.
"Look at me." He chuckled and approached, "If you open your eyes and look at me, I don't believe that your eyes are empty."
“No.”
"Why? Are you shy?"
"I'm afraid of needles."
…
The emperor's face darkened.
In order to show off his prowess, he turned into a bird-walking expert in the next few days. Regardless of the moral decline of the world, whenever he saw me, he wanted to lift up my clothes and talk to me, like an exhibitionist.
For this reason, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I asked my assistant to send me ten massagers, of various lengths, thicknesses, all realistic models.
"Boss, where should I put it?"
I sneered, "It's in the living room, take it out and open it all!"
The assistant was stunned for a moment and then carried out my order.
His movements were always swift and agile, and in an instant the whole living room was filled with a constant buzzing sound, like a riot of demons.
"Uncle Wu, call the emperor over."
"Yes, sir."
The assistant looked at the things on the table in silence. After a while, he smiled and reminded, "President, I didn't buy the lubricant."
“No lubrication.”
The assistant was silent for a moment, then said politely, "Do we need to notify the anorectal department to reserve a bed?"
"…What are you thinking about?"
The assistant smiled.
When the emperor arrived, he was shocked.
"What are these...?"
His voice trembled slightly.
I smiled evilly, "These are my collection."
"Whenever I see something unique, I like to cut it off and collect it. I use some tricks to admire its majestic appearance from time to time. These days, I see that you are very confident about your things, so you must be very unique too."
The emperor looked pale.
Through the handkerchief, I grabbed the most violent one and pressed on, "Not only do I like collecting, I also like to invite people to appreciate it. Since you like to show off so much, you must like this thing very much. I'm giving it to you, and I hope you'll use it well."
The emperor looked at the 25-centimeter stick swaying up and down, left and right, front and back, occasionally making a 360-degree rotation, and swallowed nervously.
No matter how tough a practitioner of the Golden Bell Cover is, his rectum is still soft.
The emperor nervously grasped the waistband of his pants with both hands. It was hard for him to remain calm. "Why are you cutting something like this? This is not a cleansing room."
I smiled slightly and cut the wine, "This thing is aphrodisiac."
As we are all men, we naturally know the power of the word "aphrodisiac".
The emperor took two steps back, turned his inner strength, and disappeared in a leap, leaving only a sentence, "I suddenly remembered that I haven't finished reading "Journey to the West" yet."
From then on, the emperor finally learned to wear his underwear obediently.
…
In order to keep an eye on the emperor, I put the company's work online.
But sometimes, there are documents that need my signature, and my assistant will deliver them to my home.
This day was a little special. My assistant went to handle the branch office's matters on my behalf, and Secretary No. 2 came to deliver the documents to me.
When Secretary No. 2 arrived, the emperor was sitting on the sofa, complaining about the TV series.
“Why do all these TV shows have to do with romance?”
"We've talked about immortality dramas, urban dramas, and even criminal investigation dramas. Why did they kiss inexplicably in the morgue?!"
"And this idiot who gave up the crown prince position for a beauty. Even if he wanted to hide away and his brothers didn't intend to send people to kill him, there would be other forces pushing him to join the fight. He gave up everything just to elope with a woman. Not only did he disappoint his subordinates, but he would also bring disaster upon himself. What an idiot!"
Just as he was complaining bitterly, he suddenly heard the doorbell ring. He turned around and saw Secretary No. 2 walk in.
"President, this is the document you requested."
The Emperor looked at Secretary No. 2 in disbelief.
He looked at me and said, "This woman is also your close minister?"
I opened the sealed bag, "Yes."
"A woman should stay at home to take care of her husband and children. How dare you let a woman be your close minister?"
The Emperor did not care about Secretary No. 2's feelings at all and did not lower his voice.
I looked up from my papers. "So what? The best get the job."
One has to protect his own subordinates. I picked up the marble ashtray on the table and handed it to No. 2. "Don't hurt your hands. Let him see if you have the ability to do it."
The emperor sneered, "She? What ability can a woman have?"
He looked at Number Two with a condescending gaze and a mocking look in his eyes.
It was probably during this period of time that the emperor, who was used to being high and mighty, was kept firmly under my control. He felt unwilling to accept this and desperately wanted to regain his sense of superiority over someone else, so he did not stop belittling No. 2.
"She is quite pretty. The ability you mentioned, could it be in the bedroom..."
"Bang!"
Number Two crushed the ashtray with his bare hands, smiled at the emperor, and swept his threatening eyes over the emperor's lower body, as if he was not crushing the ashtray, but the emperor's lower body.
"My shop has a young and grown-up minister with a strength as strong as a mountain and a courage as unmatched as the world." I applauded in admiration.
Secretary No. 2 bowed slightly towards me and said, "Thank you for the compliment, President."
She walked away with her head held high.
The emperor did not learn his lesson and frowned, saying, "It's not right for a woman to show her face in public!"
"Isn't your world a world of martial arts? There are no women wandering the world?"
"Oh! Women are delicate and have poor understanding. Few of them can persist in practicing martial arts. Besides, women should just do needlework and housework at home. Only incompetent men let their women show their faces in public. Women who venture into the martial arts world have a very low status."
As he spoke, he didn't know who he was thinking of, and a strange emotion flashed across his face. He continued, "Speaking of which, my predecessor, the general, was also a woman. Because she lived and ate with men, no one dared to marry her. It was because I was kind that I took her in as my concubine."
"...You let the general who protects the country enter the palace as a concubine?"
What's the difference between this and asking my universal assistant to clean the toilet?
The emperor raised his head slightly, a hint of complacency flashed across his face, "Why not?"
"I feel sorry for her. She and I grew up together, but her family was full of loyal warriors. They fought on the frontiers, and she was the only one left. She has practiced martial arts since she was a child, and she is the most hardworking woman I have ever seen. Now that there is no one at home, she put on armor and went to the battlefield. She has been gone for ten years."
"Now that the border is at peace, she has returned, but all the men in her family have died for the country, and she is the only woman left. It is inevitable that she will be bullied. I took her into the palace to support her."
"Who would bully a general who is trying to pacify a war on the border?"
"And if you take her into the palace, what will happen to the border?"
There was a hint of gloom in the emperor's eyes, but his tone was gentle, "The war has been settled, and the border is bitterly cold. There is no need for her to suffer there."
"Besides, ten years is enough time for the next generation of talented men to go to the frontier. This kind of hard work should not be left to a woman."
When this general has something to do, she is a "female general", but when she has nothing to do, she becomes a "weak woman who shouldn't stay in the frontier and can't get married"?
It's nothing more than the birds are all gone and the good bows are put away.
"Did she enter the palace voluntarily?"
If it was not voluntary, could the palace walls contain a female general with great martial arts skills?
If it is voluntary, how could a falcon soaring in the sky be willing to become the emperor's pawn?
Is it that the general has fought for half his life and wants to live a simple life with his childhood sweetheart, or...
"no."
The emperor said nonchalantly, "She is a martial artist, which is really dangerous. Women get too crazy when they get jealous. There are several pregnant concubines in my harem. If she gets jealous and takes it out on the children, no one can control her with her martial arts skills."
"At first she kept saying she didn't want to enter the palace, but later she took a pill of Hua Gong Powder and everyone was happy."
"So I say, you shouldn't let women become your close ministers."
"When a woman is too capable, her heart becomes wild and she can't do her job well."
"admire."
The emperor raised the corners of his mouth, ready to accept my praise.
"I'm not as good as you."
"I'm not brave enough to take my enemy into my harem."
He was really brave. He was not afraid that the female general would kill him in the middle of the night.
The emperor sneered, "What enemy? She clearly has deep feelings for me."
"She has lost all her family now, and her martial arts skills are gone. I am all she has."
"Steel that has been tempered a hundred times can be turned into something soft and flexible."
You can't trust the loyal minister who has guarded the border for you for ten years and repelled the enemy, but you believe that your enemy will fall in love with you?
ridiculous.
I don’t know if he felt superior to women, but he was very dissatisfied with my practice of hiring women as employees and kept nagging me about it every day.
At one point I wanted to send it to a museum so that everyone could appreciate this antique that was 90% new.
Are you kidding? My company has always promoted people based on their abilities. Not hiring talents of a certain gender is equivalent to pushing half of the talents out. What’s the difference between this and throwing money away?
I thought he would keep nagging until the exercises were finished.
Until this day, when I was out, my housekeeper suddenly called me.
"Sir, something happened at home, you may need to come back."
I hung up the phone and asked the driver to drive home.
When I opened the door, I saw a man sitting on the sofa, wearing a dragon robe and with a majestic demeanor.
This scene looks so familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.
"Are you the owner of this place?"
"Yes, who are you?"
"I am the 37th Emperor of the Daqian Dynasty."
She looked at me, smiled and admired, "I didn't expect a man could reach such a position."
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