Empress, your husband is invincible

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Ye Cheng touched his nose, inadvertently saw the grain seeds on the stacks of memorials on the desk, and stretched out his hand to point:
"Ahem, Your Majesty, does your Majesty know what this grain is called?"

Ling Xuejian just stared at him intently.

Seeing this, Ye Cheng had no choice but to continue on his own:

"This thing is called a sweet potato. In our hometown, it is used as supplementary food for rotten streets and livestock feed."

Ling Xuejian frowned, and glanced at Sweet Potato.

"It is undeniable that the yield of this sweet potato is really huge, and, compared to other crops, it is not difficult to grow."

Ling Xuejian finally became a little interested.

"Mr. Ye, is there a way to quickly promote this sweet potato?"

Ye Cheng nodded without hesitation.

In his previous life, he had dealt with this stuff a lot in his childhood, so he was naturally familiar with sweet potato cultivation.

"That……"

Ling Xuejian's upper body stood up slightly, her chest proudly rose and fell for a moment.

Ye Cheng glanced subconsciously, and looked away calmly.

"Your Majesty, don't be in a hurry to ask. Don't be in a hurry about the sweet potato."

As he spoke, Ye Cheng looked straight into Ling Xuejian's eyes.

The bold and honest gaze almost made Ling Xuejian startled.

"Your Majesty, can the grassroots dare to tell you about the late emperor?"

A trace of sadness passed through Ling Xuejian's eyes.

"Royal Father... It's absurd for Royal Father to be a king, but they are all innocuous deeds..."

"Then this is a sweet potato unique to my hometown. Where did it come from?"

Ye Cheng boldly interrupted Ling Xuejian.

"This, this is what I got from the well after my father fell into the well..."

Ling Xuejian replied subconsciously.But immediately, his eyes became sharper.

"This is my royal family's secret. If you dare to spread it to outsiders, I will surely tear you to pieces. Do you understand?"

The fact that the first emperor could get sweet potatoes from that well means that the well is most likely a tunnel that can travel through time and space?
Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment, then excitedly stepped forward:
"Well? What well?"

Seeing this scene, Ling Xuejian clenched his fists slightly, stared at him with a frown, and after angrily reprimanded him, he was about to call Zhuang Shuanglin into the hall.

"Ye Cheng, you are bold! Zhuang..."

Ye Cheng was very excited. Seeing Ling Xuejian's attempt to call Zhuang Shuanglin, his mind went blank for a moment, and he quickly stepped forward.

Watching Ye Cheng's figure rapidly magnify in his pupils, Ling Xuejian's red lips warmed up at the moment when a good-smelling man's breath entered his nostrils unexpectedly...

She was actually covered by Ye Cheng!
"Woooo..."

After being stunned for a moment, Ling Xuejian struggled violently after realizing it.

The red skirt was rolling, and Ling Xuejian's two delicate and white long legs kept kicking.

Seeing that her movements were getting bigger and bigger, Ye Cheng was also stunned, he retreated a little from the excitement, and explained according to her embarrassingly:
"Your Majesty, don't shout, don't make trouble, I really don't intend to hurt you, I just want to ask about the well..."

Staring at Ye Cheng, the panic and hatred in Ling Xuejian's eyes could hardly be concealed.

She felt ruthless in her heart, but Ling Xuejian nodded in feigned obedience.

Just as Ye Cheng wanted to withdraw his left palm that was covering her mouth, there was a sharp pain in his palm!
Looking down, Ye Cheng's pupils suddenly dilated!

Ling Xuejian bit him viciously!

Frowning slightly, Ye Cheng smiled wryly.

"I'll go! Your Majesty, why are you still a dog..."

After complaining, Ye Cheng stretched out his right hand, tried to pinch Ling Xuejian's chin, and withdrew his left palm.

But just as his right hand came into contact with Ling Xuejian's skin that was as smooth as fat, Ling Xuejian let go of his mouth abruptly, and at the same time he kicked towards the table, he was about to call out to Zhuang Shuanglin who was waiting outside the hall.

"..."

Ye Cheng's pupils shrank, and almost had no time to think, he turned over suddenly and pressed Ling Xuejian under him, while pressing her arm, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers...

When their lips met, Ye Cheng and Ling Xuejian were both stunned.

Ling Xuejian stared blankly at Ye Cheng, widening his eyes filled with autumn water at some point.

Abandoned the identity of the world's supreme, and all external.

After all, Ling Xuejian is still a little girl who has never encountered such a situation...

Feeling the soft fragrance and greasy taste between his lips, Ye Cheng's heart skipped a beat, he closed his eyes and explored the depths with his tongue.

"Well……"

Ling Xuejian let out a groan, flustered, shy, and resentful... for a moment, she completely washed away her only remaining rational dam...

Realizing that Ling Xuejian's resistance had finally completely disappeared, Ye Cheng couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

This incident made me want to figure out what was left by the late emperor.

How did it become like this?

Make yourself like a lustful wolf who bullies a little girl...

Slowly raising his head, Ye Cheng tried his best to look at Ling Xuejian with an affectionate look.

"Your Majesty, I will be responsible for today's matter.

But before that, can you let me take a look at the well where the late emperor picked up the sweet potatoes? "

Ling Xuejian's fair cheeks were completely flushed with blush, and after panting for a while, she stared at Ye Cheng with complicated eyes.

"Ok?"

Sensing something strange under her body, Ling Xuejian tried her best to raise her head and glanced down.

Ye Cheng's palm was about to reach her chest at some point...

Clenching her silver teeth viciously, Ling Xuejian raised her head violently, and slammed her forehead at Ye Cheng fiercely.

"Ye Cheng, I want to hurt your nine clans!"

Ye Cheng was startled, and hurriedly jumped up from her body.

With tears in her eyes, Ling Xuejian stood up, searched around, took out a short sword from the bookshelf on the side of the brocade couch where the book case was, and chased after Ye Cheng to hack it.

Ling Xuejian's skirt was messy, her pretty face was flushed, but the dagger in her hand was wielding a murderous aura...

While avoiding, Ye Cheng kept begging for her mercy.

"Your Majesty, I really didn't mean it just now!"

"Do you still dare to mention it?"

Ling Xuejian couldn't help being even angrier.

"No, I can help you bring Da Ling back to life! I can help you carry forward what the late emperor left behind!"

Ling Xuejian doesn't believe him at all now, she just gritted her silver teeth and "chased" him around the desk.

From Ye Cheng's point of view, Ling Xuejian's actions were almost like a movie slowed down several times, without any threat at all.

But in order to calm her down, Ye Cheng could only cooperate with her in the performance.

But just as his eyes swept over the hilt of the dagger in Ling Xuejian's hand, Ye Cheng suddenly froze in place.

Turning his head sideways and staring at the line of small characters that kept enlarging in his pupils, Ye Cheng couldn't help but read aloud:

"made in China...made in Yiwu?"

"laugh!"

And at the same time Ye Cheng read these words, Ling Xuejian's expression changed slightly, and the dagger that was stabbing towards Ye Cheng's heart changed direction sharply!