Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: 734. Seventy-eighth bowl of soup (six)

This is the anti-theft badge. Emperor Yuanshou suddenly became teased: "What's gone?"

She was in a hurry and hugged him tearfully, repeating no, no, no, no. "The tail... the tail... no... no... 嘤夘嘤..."

Every cry is so cute. Emperor Yuanshou felt that he was going to be broken. Although he felt distressed when he saw her crying, he was more eager and wanted to make her even more sad... So He quietly reached out and pinched the soft flesh around her waist. Sure enough, the kitten was so grief-stricken by this pinch that she burst into tears.

It's the kind of crying that doesn't care about beauty at all.

It's not that Emperor Yuanshou has never seen a woman cry. All the concubines in his harem were beautiful when they laughed and cursed. Even when they were crying, they tried to make a perfect impression on him, and would never tolerate the slightest flaw. Of course, this has something to do with his serious cleanliness, especially Concubine Li. According to the report of the dark guard, even if she cried, she would practice in front of the mirror for half an hour. Which angle is the most beautiful, how can the curvature of the teardrop be perfectly combined with the chin... all are exquisite.

This stupid cat is not. He cried with snot and tears, and wiped it all over his shirt, clearly not taking him as an emperor. It’s okay to cry, but still screaming and rubbing her eyes while crying, she really has no image at all. Blinding that delicate and beautiful little face in vain is really a shame.

Beauty weeps like a dead parent.

In the end, Emperor Yuanshou gave in. He took Qing Huan into his arms and coaxed him warmly: "It's all my fault, don't cry, okay? Good cat, good cat, I am tonight. There is no limit to how much you can eat, you can eat what you want, and you can eat as much as you want, okay?”

The tears stopped immediately as if there were a valve. Emperor Yuanshou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this stupid cat would eat it. There used to be a pond of precious koi in the yard of his sleeping hall, which was a tribute from a small overseas country. When this silly cat was a cat, he squatted there every day to watch. He was always greedy. into the belly of this silly cat.

I usually see fresh river seafood such as fish and shrimp, and I am more excited than seeing him as the owner.

"Then, then eat shrimp cakes."

Look, smack your nose on your face, you have started to make conditions at such a time, isn't it just because of his favor that you are not afraid? Thinking so in my heart, I still called out. "Prosperity."

The rich father-in-law who was guarding outside the hall quickly ran in: "The servant is here."

"Let the imperial kitchen make shrimp cakes again, hurry up."

"...Yes." Eunuch Fu didn't dare to look at the little beauty sitting in Emperor Yuanshou's arms, but felt strange that he had been guarding outside, following His Majesty for twelve hours a day. Is there such a little beauty in the palace? And His Majesty's attitude is also very intriguing. Even when Concubine Li was the most favored, she never had the treatment of sitting in His Majesty's arms for a late-night snack.

The shrimp cakes came up soon, and Qing Huan immediately forgot about the tail when she got the shrimp cakes. Fortunately, she did not ignore Emperor Yuanshou, otherwise he would definitely make it worse and not give her to eat.

She ate a late-night snack with her hands and mouth full of oil stars. Just after taking a bath, Emperor Yuanshou, who was seriously obsessed with cleanliness, threw her into the bath again. This time, instead of bathing her in person, he called the palace maid in to serve her.

The scene was too sweet, one was too tempting, and the other was that the cat was too irritating. Every time I took a bath, it was like fighting a war. I don't know if all cats are like this.

Before calling the palace maid in, Emperor Yuanshou groped Qing Huan carefully, especially his hair and buttocks. He made sure that the hair was black and that there was no trace of the tail on the little buttocks, and he was relieved. . If it suddenly changes back to its original shape in the water later, it is necessary to kill a few palace maids. Although that lowly life is worthless, Emperor Yuanshou is not an emperor who takes his life lightly.

The maids who were serving also didn't know where such a beauty came from. They looked at His Majesty with a loving attitude, and they were naturally gentle in every way. Qing Huan also obediently asked them to take a bath. After washing, this time Emperor Yuanshou could finally find her clothes in a fair and open manner. Before, he was really afraid of revealing her cat demon identity, and she was wearing the clothes of Emperor Yuanshou.

This long hair, a slender waist, and a palace suit are really beautiful and unpopular. Emperor Yuanshou looked at Qinghuan's black eyes lit up after taking a bath. The cat was really beautiful, even if Concubine Li was pale in comparison to her, he waved at Qinghuan, the aura of the palace beauty Immediately, the child turned into a silly cat again, jumping into his arms, with a face full of dependence.

Wave the palace maids down and tap the tip of her pretty nose: "Promise me, you won't be allowed to meow except in front of me in the future, remember?"

Qing Huan tilted his head to look at him, Emperor Yuanshou almost lost his mind again by Meng, but he restrained: "You must be obedient, or I will not want you."

Although he complained in his heart that he was an old monster who didn't know how long he had lived, on the face Qinghuan still acted like a frightened child. She grabbed Emperor Yuanshou's hand and said dryly and eagerly, "Good... I'm good."

Emperor Yuanshou slowly bowed his head, kissed her cheek, his deep eyes stayed on the pink lips for a long time, after all, there was no trouble: "Okay, take off your clothes and go to bed."

Wen Yan Qinghuan immediately tightened the placket, looking like she would rather die: "No! It's beautiful!"

Emperor Yuanshou couldn't help laughing and laughing, but the silly cat actually knew about Amy. "Wait until tomorrow to wear it, and tomorrow I will order someone to make you a better-looking one."

Although Qing Huan still didn't want to take it off, Emperor Yuanshou still listened to what he said. He couldn't help but sneer, it was really Xiao He who showed his sharp horns and nothing to see.

On the surface, Qing Huan didn't know what Emperor Yuanshou was laughing at, but she knew very well in her heart that she wanted to punch him, okay? Thinking about this kind of thing in front of a pure cat, is he wretched? Do you want face? Or is it not the eternal emperor?

The night goes by as usual.

The two have slept together for so long, and they are still **** and polite. Emperor Yuanshou has that kind of meaning for Qing Huan, but he will not touch him until Qing Huan is sensible. You still have to be a gentleman on the surface. You can see that he is upright and upright, saying that he wants to give the cat a chance to adapt, but if Qinghuan dares to like another man, look at him if he doesn't cut down that person's whole family!

So, he is still very possessive. If Qing Huan refuses to follow him one day, he would rather kill Qing Huan than take advantage of others.

So, in front of Qing Huan, Xiang He'an is more at ease than guilty. He breathed a sigh of relief, seeing the bewildered expression on the beautiful woman's face, and said softly, "You're not feeling well, so don't wait for me, go and rest first."

Qing Huan can leave. Once she left this time, it would be difficult to call Xiang Hean to take the bait. He had just **** prematurely, so he must be impatient. What if he wanted to go to Aunt Fang? So she smiled softly and said, "What did the master say, it is a blessing for the maid and concubine to be able to serve the master. It's just that the water is going to be cold, so the master should get up early."

Xiang He'an also noticed that the water was getting colder, wiped his body hastily, and stepped out of the tub. Qing Huan took the soft cloth towel on the side, and acted gently and considerately, wiping the water off Xiang He'an's body. Her low-brow pleasing appearance is indescribably well-behaved and moving, which is very different from her usual appearance. Looking at Xiang He'an, she felt hot and hot in her lower abdomen, but it was a pity that she was pregnant, otherwise she would have to cry and beg for mercy.

Although Xiang He'an is a literati, he has not neglected to exercise. His muscles are strong, and Qing Huan calmly wiped it away. The sound of Xiang He'an gasping for breath came from above his head. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, she threw down the cloth towel, her delicate little hands pressed against her chest, and looked up at He An with a wink like silk.

Xiang He'an was seen by her more sexually, but she thought of the fetus in her womb, how could she be willing. When he was trying to suppress his **, Qing Huan's fingers gently stroked his heart. After a while, he asked: "Master, is this heart still the same as before?"

When she asked this, Xiang He'an was startled, his heart... He looked at Qing Huan in confusion, not understanding why she asked this question. Seeing him puzzled, Qing Huan also lowered his head and smiled, and then raised his head again and said: "Hong Luan has been by the master's side for some years, and the master was happy, so he came to the concubine's yard, and when he was unhappy, he regarded the concubine as someone who could do whatever he wanted. The floating duckweed, the concubine really wants to know, does the master have a heart, and does a Hongluan ever exist in his heart?"

Who is most important to you? Xiang He'an was silent, only hugged Qing Huan and lay down.

Necks all night, although the two did not have sex, but Xiang He'an tasted a sweet taste that he had never had before. The next morning, when he got up, he looked at Qing Qing who was sleeping beside him with some nostalgia. Huan, seeing a faint dark blue under her eyes and a faint pale complexion, remembering her fickle thoughts, her eyes became deep again. After a long while, his index finger gently rubbed Qinghuan's lips, thinking back to how shocked he was when he spat out this little mouth last night.

It was something he had never tasted before, and it was fascinating. Just thinking about it, Xiang He'an felt like he knew something.

However, he can't toss her any more. In any case, he has to take care of the child in her womb. These things can be reserved for after the child is born.

Get out of bed and get dressed, and don't let the servants serve you. Xiang He'an finished dressing lightly, and specifically instructed her maid Cui'er not to wake Aunt Luan, and to wake her up again when it was breakfast time, so she didn't need to go to Madam and the old lady to say hello in the future.