Empress, don't make trouble, I'm really a gentleman

"Beauty, have we met?"

Ji Wuchen looked serious and asked a very serious question.

His eyes were clear, and there was no trace of confusion, so that Nangong Jing suspected that this guy was pretending to be drunk.

The empress felt that she was struck by lightning, she smiled on the skin and said:

"Yes."

Ji Wuchen continued to stare at her for a long time, until she saw that Nangong Jing was a little ashamed, so she spoke again.

"I see you as an old friend."

The empress said angrily, "Like an old man? Like the emperor you have always respected, right?"

Ji Wuchen was stunned.

"The emperor... His Majesty the Emperor? It seems, it seems a bit like..."

He blinked, feeling a little confused.

"It looks familiar, it seems to be my child's mother."

It took Nangong Jing a long time to react, her face was flushed, she was extremely shy, but at the same time, there was even a hint of joy.

"lecher."

She was half happy, half cursed in embarrassment.

Who the hell is molesting her?

Jing'er squatted beside her with her clothes on, her big watery eyes wide open.

"I know, I know what it means to flirt... Woohoo, you guys are too much..."

Feeling jealous, the little maid squatted on the ground and drew circles, but Nangong Jing pinched her ear and twisted it angrily.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

The Empress was furious, and the thought of killing people to silence her came up in her heart.

Jing'er covered her ears, feeling more and more wronged.

But she didn't know what to think of, and smiled through tears again, winking at Nangong Jing.

"Your Majesty, I heard that men only tell the truth after drinking, why don't you try asking?"

The queen's heart skipped a beat.

She looked at Ji Wuchen, only to find that this guy sat up, holding his chin and thinking about life.

Ji Wuchen looked into the distance with clear eyes.

Nangong Jing couldn't help wondering whether he was drunk or not.

"Wuchen? Wuchen? You, are you drunk?"

She stretched out Bai Shengsheng's little hand and shook it in front of Ji Wuchen's eyes.

She was only out of probing and fun, but Ji Wuchen made an unexpected reaction.

The treacherous minister was a seventh-rank master at any rate, with extraordinary strength. Looking at the little hand in front of him, he grabbed it without hesitation, so fast that Nangong Jing couldn't even react.

He turned his head abruptly, and looked at Nangong Jing with a look of astonishment on his face.

"You... beauty, you look familiar."

Nangong Jing: "..."

She was already dumbfounded, and felt that her little hand was tightly held by Ji Wuchen.

No man had ever held her hand like this before.

Ji Wuchen's palm is broad and strong, even if he just came out of the water, it is warm and slightly rough.

It seemed that the blood was continuously rushing up to his face, Nan Gongjing was a little panicked, and wanted to pull out his hand, but he couldn't.

Jing'er jumped up on the spot, and hurriedly said: "I! I! I can't see anything! I have to go back and change!"

She turned around and ran away, afraid of being silenced, showing a strong desire to survive.

Halfway through the run, the little maid turned around, returned Nangong Jing's clothes, and then ran away.

This time, she ran without looking back.

Nangong Jing looked at Ji Wuchen.

The latter's eyes were bright, as if they were glowing, with a warm smile.

Nangong Jing knew that he should take his hand away, and then put on airs of an empress without any pretense.

However, for some reason, she didn't do that, she just lowered her head in shame and let Ji Wuchen run amok.

He, he was drunk, I can't take it seriously, I can't be angry.

Ji Wuchen suddenly burst into laughter, indescribably free and easy.

Holding Nangong Jing's palm with a little force, he pulled the beauty into his arms.

There was a buzzing sound in Nangongjing's mind, and his mind went blank.

She never thought that Ji Wuchen would be so bold.

How... how could this be?
There was a faint fragrance on the man's body, which was refreshing, and it smelled a little calming.

This is not the first time Nangong Jing has smelled this fragrance.

Is this... Ji Wuchen's body fragrance?

She wanted to push away this daring lunatic, but after putting her hands on his chest, she lost strength for no reason, and finally could only lie obediently in his arms.

Ji Wuchen's true energy circulated and evaporated all the water stains on the clothes.

There was a little more fascination in his eyes, and he lowered his head to look at Nangong Jing's ruddy pretty face, his whole state was very strange.

"Wow, the empress didn't resist."

In the space ring, Xiaomeng muttered something in a low voice, then watched quietly, wondering how things would develop.

Ji Wuchen smiled, and there was an inexplicable meaning on his body.

Nangong Jing was secretly ashamed, and always thought it was a smug smile.

Is he proud that I didn't resist?
Thinking about it, the Empress became angry and wanted to push him away...

push...can't push...

Well, again, hug him for a while, and then push him away fiercely!He must be punished!
She thought viciously, but buried her head deeper and deeper, yearning for the pleasant smell and the reassuring warmth.

In this embrace, she felt a sense of security that she hadn't felt for a long time.

Ji Wuchen moved.

He stood up, hugged Nangong Jing with one hand, and took out a writing brush from nowhere with the other hand.

"You, what are you doing..."

At this moment, Her Majesty the Empress no longer had any majesty at all, her pretty face was flushed, and her voice was soft and waxy. She didn't look like a ninety-five supreme being, but rather like a girl who was acting like a spoiled lover to her lover.

Ji Wuchen laughed long and loudly, but did not answer.

When he picked up the pen, the tip of the pen had no ink, but the soft tip left a mark like a chisel on the stone pillar of the small pavilion.

This is written with true essence as ink.

Ji Wuchen's wrist trembled, and a line of wild characters startled like a dragon was left on the stone pillar.

Yun Xiang's clothes are so beautiful,
The empress looked at it, and a burst of joy suddenly appeared in her heart.

He is, what is he writing?Is he writing about me?
At this moment, Ji Wuchen's expression became serious again, but his eyes were as bright as cold stars.

Without stopping, he wrote:

The spring breeze is blowing on the threshold of Revlon.

If not for Qunyu Mountain, see you,
Will meet Yaotai under the moon.

At this point, the pen stops.

The boundless arrogance of righteousness surged and gathered from all over the world. The terrifying scene moved everyone, and they all looked in the direction of the palace in awe.

Ji Wuchen closed his pen and laughed wildly.

Haoran danced with righteousness, and there was a trance of fairy music, and there was a woman's figure looming in the thick fog.

The woman couldn't see her true face clearly, but she seemed to be the most beautiful and graceful thing in the world, touching all the beautiful fantasies in people's hearts.

Beauty to the extreme, is sad.

This vision was huge and spread far away. At this moment, countless people looked at each other from afar, obsessed with the peerless grace of this woman, and also felt sad that they couldn't get what they wanted, and they shed tears for a while.

Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing.

The mountains and rivers seemed to be trembling, the golden dragon of heaven's luck was looming, and the awe-inspiring righteousness was boundless.

A poem town country.

Nangong Jing was just as intoxicated, and suddenly realized that this is a poem of township!
Is this poem... about me?

Her heart trembled, and she felt a sense of sweetness and happiness that she had never had before.