Ji Wushang was not surprised, "Well, I know that you still want to stay in Dafeng."

"Cultivation techniques have been taught to you by my master, with your aptitude, you can practice step by step."

"Don't think too much, I will wait for the day when you come to perform your duties as a maid."

When Qianmo heard this, a warm current flowed through her heart.

She is a mortal, how can He De make the young master love her so much?

Ji Wushang didn't hear Qian Mo's response, so he couldn't help opening his eyes, but saw her staring at him intently, "What's wrong?"

Qian Molian walked lightly in front of Ji Wushang, gritted her silver teeth, and suddenly sat sideways on Ji Wushang's lap.

This movement without warning made Ji Wushang sit up straight.

Smelling the bursts of fragrance from the beautiful woman, looking at the beautiful face so close, feeling the softness from her thighs.

His Kun Kun gradually raised his head.

Qianmo's heart was pounding, she lowered her head and her ears were hot, and her voice was like a mosquito's buzzing, "My lord, for everything you have given Qianmo, Qianmo has nothing to repay, only... only..."

After talking for a long time, he didn't say the unspeakable words.

She knew that apart from this skin, she had nothing to attract the young master.

Three days ago, the young master peeked at her taking a bath on the roof, so he probably has thoughts about her, right?

Ji Wushang was overjoyed, and put his hands on the slender waist, "Only what?"

Qian Mo froze, then slowly relaxed, "My lord, you know."

Ji Wushang gave her a deep look, "You brought this to the door yourself, don't blame me."

After all, he picked up the beauty and walked to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

He is not Liu Xiahui, nor can he sit still.

Let's go if we want to.

"Please have mercy on your son."

Not long after, a very seductive trembling sound came from the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Two quarters later.

Ji Wushang lay helplessly on the bed, the beauty in his arms had already fallen into a deep sleep.

There is no way, Qianmo has no cultivation base and her body is too weak.

Before he started, she couldn't do it.

This feeling of not being able to get up or down is really uncomfortable!

But looking at the beauty with disheveled hair and dripping with sweat, Ji Wushang fell into deep thought.

Qian Mo volunteered herself, did she fall in love with him?

Stop talking!

Even though he is unparalleled in appearance, he is not so narcissistic that he thinks that a woman can fall in love with him in three days.

The reason why this woman is like this is probably because of Dafengguo.

She was worried that one day he would leave her, at that time, Dafeng Kingdom would absolutely collapse in an instant.

She needs him behind her to back her up.

This one is different from the one just now, it is for her to be a backer.

Only in this way can the Dafeng Kingdom be passed on to the world and be immortal through the ages.

Qian Mo didn't know that even if she didn't do anything, Ji Wushang would always support her unconditionally.

Who called her the daughter of destiny?

"It's really unnecessary, but it's not bad to take down the body in advance, it's very moist!"

Ji Wushang licked his lips, revealing a smirk.

early morning.

Qian Mo woke up leisurely, and saw Ji Wushang's face at first sight.

Don't tell me, this guy is really good-looking.

How could there be such a good-looking man in the world?

She murmured in her heart, feeling an inexplicable affection for the man who was holding her.

A famous person once said that the shortest passage to a woman's heart is... Tao.

These words are really true, a romantic affair made this empress have Ji Wushang in her heart.

"Are you awake?" Ji Wushang arched his head against Qianmo's neck, closed his eyes and made a pampering voice.

Qian Mo blushed, and quickly retracted her head into the quilt.

Ji Wushang chuckled, "Weren't you very bold yesterday?"

Qian Mo stretched out a white palm and blocked Ji Wushang's mouth, "You, stop talking."

Ji Wushang lifted the quilt, "Okay, don't be ashamed, just don't talk about your husband."

Qian Mo spat lightly: "Young master has a thick skin."

These words are obviously aimed at the word 'for a husband'.

Ji Wushang smirked, and the hands under the quilt moved, "There are more cheeky husbands."

Qian Mohua's face turned pale, and she hastily pressed her hands against Ji Wushang's chest, "Don't, don't... I, I still hurt."

Ji Wushang was just trying to scare her, she has become her own woman, no matter what happens, she has to feel sorry for her.

He hugged her and started chatting, "Tell me about you, how did you sit on the throne as a woman?"

Qian Mo huddled in Ji Wushang's arms and talked about her own affairs.

She is 26 years old and ascended the throne eight years ago.

This matter is also somewhat helpless.

Her father didn't know what was going on, the harem had three thousand, and gave birth to a lot, but all of them were daughters.

Since then, the old emperor's health has deteriorated day by day, and he has no heirs for many years.

But for the sake of the country and the country, the old emperor still worked hard, looking forward to giving birth to a leader.

It was not until many years later that she finally had Qianmo, but she was still a daughter.

In desperation, the old emperor concealed his gender, and raised him as a man since he was a child, and trained him to be his successor.

This is the royal secret of Dafeng, and no one except the old emperor knows about Dafeng.

Ji Wushang couldn't help asking curiously: "Then don't you have many sisters?"

Qian Mo gave him a white look, "360 has five older sisters, but they are all married."

Ji Wushang was dumbfounded, "Your father is amazing!"

360 five children were born, which is really awesome for ordinary people.

Qian Mo pinched Ji Wushang angrily, "Don't talk nonsense."

Ji Wushang smiled sheepishly, "Okay, but it's not a big deal for you to be the emperor of Dafeng all the time. Do your sisters have any sons? Pick a young one to adopt them."

If you become your own woman, then you have to pamper her, right?

Ji Wushang didn't want her to be busy with political affairs every day.

Qian Mo hesitated for a moment, "My lord, you don't want to have a baby with me?"

"Call her husband!" Ji Wushang patted her butt angrily, "It's not because she doesn't want to, but because my husband has a peculiar bloodline, it's hard to get pregnant."

Bibi Dong, Dongfang Bubai, Ah Qing, Jiang Yuyan, Zi Wuqing, Xue Lei Han.

The six daughters had been in love with him countless times, but none of them became pregnant.

For a while, he thought he had a problem, so he was so scared that he asked the system.

The system told him that there was nothing wrong with his body, it was because of his blood.

"Is that so..." Qian Mo frowned slightly.

She also thought that she could have a son with Ji Wushang.

In this way, he can not only inherit the Dafeng throne, but also be completely trapped in Ji Wushang's body.

Unexpectedly, there is such a thing.

Ji Wushang knew what she was thinking at a glance, and said unhappily: "Okay, don't think about it, even if you are pregnant and give birth to a child, I will not let him inherit the Dafeng throne."

Qian Mo pouted and looked at Ji Wushang, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Ji Wushang rubbed her head, "As the heir of my husband, I will be a peerless powerhouse who will overwhelm the heavens in the future. How can I live on a continent and be a little emperor?"

Qianmo sighed, "I see, I will choose a heir from the sisters' heirs to adopt and raise."

Ji Wushang nodded, "You have so many older sisters, there should be some who are married to your uncle's son, right? Well, it's your cousin or younger cousin, so choose their heirs with pure blood."

Qianmo recalled it, and her eyes lit up, "It really is, thank you husband for reminding me!"

Ji Wushang: "Hey, call your husband again to listen."

Qianmo: "I hate... Husband, Husband Jun."

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