Shit! What the hell?
Are you kidding me?
This guy Simian is actually practicing calligraphy?
Isn't the movie good?
Is the game not fun?
What kind of writing skills are you practicing? Flip the table!
He has to handle government affairs because he is His Majesty!
Where is the beautiful lady Kesi?
You said you would just be a salted fish, why don’t you watch TV series? ?
gas!
So, Murong Qingli glared at him with those cold and bottomless eyes to show his dissatisfaction.
However, Si Muqiao, who was practicing calligraphy attentively, did not notice it at all.
She was still concentrating seriously, practicing calligraphy over and over again.
It’s no wonder that Simi is indeed qualified to be narcissistic.
At the very least, her face was indeed extremely beautiful, at least ten times more beautiful than that Jiang Cairen.
Her eyes were clear and bright, as if fallen stars were filling them.
Her skin is white and smooth, like a peeled egg.
She looked focused, her cherry-like lips gently pursed, and her beautiful profile had a soft curve.
…
Murong Qingli realized that he had been distracted by Concubine Si, and quickly came back to his senses and turned his attention back to the memorials.
Damn it, as the king of a country, how could he be distracted by a woman?
This is not right, he needs to reflect!
But what to reflect on?
Miss Si didn't say anything and didn't do anything. She just practiced a few words secretly. He couldn't just vent his anger on her, right?
Doesn't this make him look petty?
Forget it, forget it. Since Lady Si is just studying and not doing anything reckless, he should just let her go for now.
So, Simuqiao, who was practicing calligraphy seriously, suddenly heard a broadcast from the system.
"Ding, Your Majesty's favorability -1. (Note: The host's favorability is currently -12.8)"
"Ding, Your Majesty's favorability -2. (Note: The host's favorability is currently -14.8)"
"Ding, Your Majesty's favorability +5. (Note: The host's favorability is currently -9.8)"
"Ding, Your Majesty's favorability -1. (Note: The host's favorability is currently -10.8)"
"Ding, Your Majesty's favorability +5.8. (Note: The host's favorability is currently -5)"
Si Muqiao: “???”
"Tongtong, are you having a seizure?" Si Muqiao asked.
"without."
"So, the dog tyrant is having a seizure?"
After Si Muqiao finished muttering secretly, he secretly glanced in the direction of the dog tyrant.
But she saw that the dog tyrant was still reading the memorials seriously as before, and didn't take her seriously at all.
Si Muqiao, who was completely confused, simply dropped the matter.
She hoped that the dog tyrant would be more active and give her more favor.
I need no thanks for your great kindness.
The hour of serving before the emperor was soon up.
Because she arrived a little late today, she just happened to arrive in time for lunch.
As soon as Si Muqiao thought about the dog tyrant's food, he immediately started to hesitate.
"Your Majesty, can I help you tidy up your desk?"
“No need.”
"Then...let me massage your shoulders. Look at you. You just sat there without moving when you started reading the memorials. Your shoulders must be very sore, right?"
"What do you want to do?" Murong Qingli asked directly.
Lady Si curses him in her heart hundreds of times every day, how could she suddenly be so kind?
Care? Haha, no.
He seriously suspected that Si Meiren wanted to take the opportunity to beat him on the head as revenge.
Or, flick his head.
After all, this has happened before.
"Your Majesty, I really care about you." Seeing this, Si Muqiao pursed her lips, looking as if she had been wronged.
[What do I want to do? What do you think I can do? ]
【Didn’t I just stay to have lunch? 】
[For this, I even sold my soul. How can it be easy for me? ]
[If I had a small kitchen in my cold palace, would I still be nagging you? ]
[When the waiting time is up, I took a taxi and left, okay? ]
[Isn't it nice for me to sit in the cold palace and watch movies and TV series? ]
[Why would I let you stay in my sight and get in the way? Bah! ]
"Okay, since Lady Sima has such good intentions, I naturally have no reason to refuse."
Murong Qingli curled the corners of his mouth, and his expression looked inexplicably cold.
"Yes." Si Muqiao naturally felt it as well.
But now that things have been said, there is no point in regretting.
She walked over and started to massage the dog tyrant's shoulders.
"The hand is too light."
Hearing this, Si Muqiao couldn't help but increase his strength.
"Hiss, you want to murder me?"
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I didn't mean it."
Si Muqiao cursed in his heart and reduced his strength.
"Besides my neck, my shoulders are also uncomfortable."
"yes."
It's true, it felt really good when Lady Si massaged his shoulders, and Murong Qingli was addicted to it for half a minute.
His tense body unconsciously relaxed a little.
He knew that Simian was very close to him at this moment.
He could clearly smell her scent.
It's an indescribable, faint, crisp, unknown fragrance.
It is easy to distinguish from the rich fragrance on Jiang Cairen.
It's not gaudy at all and doesn't annoy him.
At this moment, she was standing behind him, so close.
She squeezed his neck and shoulders, neither gently nor too hard.
The distance between them at this moment and her posture standing behind him were perfect for assassination.
This guess instantly popped up in Murong Qingli's mind.
Then, his relaxed body suddenly tensed up.
Just when he was about to ask Si Muqiao to stop and get out, he suddenly heard singing in his ears.
Yes, that’s right, it’s the singing.
The singing voice coming from Simian’s mind.
What song is that?
As His Majesty, he has never heard of it.
Although the tune is strange, it has a cheerful and light-hearted flavor.
It’s just that the lyrics were so outrageous that he couldn’t understand them.
String your heart and my heart together~
String a lucky clover to form a concentric circle~
What the hell?
Why do we have to string our hearts together?
Is this going to be grilled?
Don't let the young grow more lonely~
Plant my lucky clover in your dream field~
Lucky clover? How come he had never seen one before?
Haha, he felt that there was no such thing as a lucky clover in this world.
Don’t even think about planting it in the field of dreams.
His dream field was desolate.
As I was listening, the sound suddenly stopped, and soon changed into another tune.
You blew up my mountain and pushed me across the River of Oblivion~
The girl by the Naihe Bridge is waiting for me to look back~
“???” Murong Qingli.
Is this a song? What kind of weird lyrics are these?
There is no girl by the Naihe Bridge, only the old Meng Po who hands you Meng Po soup.
Oh.
Fortunately, after singing just two sentences of the strange song, Si Muqiao switched the song again, and Murong Qingli swallowed the words in his mouth again.
Because he felt that the song being played at the moment had an indescribable flavor.
How many times have you fallen on the road?
How many times have my wings been broken?
Now I no longer feel hesitant
I want to go beyond this ordinary extravagant hope
I want a life in full bloom~
The singing stopped just when it reached its climax.
It stopped.
Then Simian’s voice suddenly rang out.
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