The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 448 Your Highness, Do You Like Me (43)

inside the room.

Qiuqiu was about to faint from laughter.

[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...my god...I laughed so hard...how could the young master...how could he have such an idea...]

Qiao Rong's cheeks were flushed, but her small face was tense, her lips were tightly pressed, and she was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Qiuqiu held back her laughter, and comforted her with some gloat: [Host, don't be angry!The young master is also thinking about your future happy life~]

"..."

Qiao Rong couldn't help but glanced at the picture book thrown on the ground.

On the exposed page, a few lines of words were sparsely written.

That's not surprising.

Many folk painting books are like this, telling various fanciful stories in straightforward and easy-to-understand language.

It's just that in the blank space in the lower right corner of that page, there are two people drawn.

Although the strokes are simple and abstract, it is not difficult to tell that these are two men.

And what they are doing...

Qiao Rong suddenly looked away.

She was sitting on the soft couch, holding a small porcelain cup tightly with both hands, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became.

In the end, I even became a little bit aggrieved.

She didn't throw down the glass angrily until the corners of her eyes were stained with blush, and said angrily: "He wants to do this kind of thing with a man, so go by himself! Don't come to me again!"

Qiuqiu: […]

Qiuqiu: 【Hahahahahahaha...】

Qiao Rong: "..."

……

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Inside the Royal Garden.

The flowers are in full bloom, and they are colorful.

From among the clusters of flowers, there is a faint sound of piano like mountains and flowing water, and gentle and delicate singing.

After the song ended, the emperor who was sitting in the pavilion put down the tea cup in his hand, waved his hand, and said with a doting look: "Lian'er, are you tired after singing for so long? Come here and take a rest."

Xu Xianglian put down the guqin in her hand, stood up, and walked towards the emperor.

The steps are graceful and swaying.

The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbed her as the general approached, and held her in his arms.

Xu Xianglian fell on his lap, lowered her eyes slightly, and said shyly: "Your Majesty... This is not good..."

The emperor took her hand, looked at her soft cheeks tenderly, but pretended to be angry and said, "What's wrong? I hug my own woman, who dares to say otherwise?"

Xu Xianglian lowered her eyes and said nothing.

The emperor looked at her still trying to talk, and his expression suddenly turned cold: "What? Is it true that someone is looking for trouble for you?"

Xu Xianglian paused, raised her eyes to glance at him, but quickly avoided his gaze.

Then he shook his head and said softly: "No, the concubine is doing well, Your Majesty need not worry."

The emperor became angry when he saw her holding back her grievances.

He slapped the table hard: "Who is so bold? How dare you disrespect the imperial concubine whom I dote on wholeheartedly!"

Xu Xianglian hurriedly and tenderly fell into the emperor's arms, and softly comforted: "No one is disrespectful to my concubines...Your Majesty, take care of your body, don't get angry..."

Seeing her considerate appearance, the emperor felt that his heart was so soft that it collapsed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put his arms around her, and was about to continue to say something, when an extremely angry voice suddenly sounded outside the pavilion.

"Xu Xianglian! Don't you remember what I told you? How can you still have the guts to seduce your father?"

Xu Xianglian's body trembled slightly, as if she had been frightened.

The emperor couldn't help but frown.

(End of this chapter)