Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

The sound of the piano is soft and beautiful, just like the clear spring water flowing in the mountains at night under the first quarter moon, reaching into the empty valley and gurgling into the heart.

Xi Nuojin allowed herself to relax and enjoy the beautiful sound of the piano. She had to admit that His Highness Zhizi from the Qiang Liang Kingdom was really good at playing the guqin. This alone... had a really good sleep aid effect, she Sleepy.

[Host, are you allergic to romance? 】

In addition to the reassuring and calming effect of the song "Crescent Moon over the Mountain", the section played by Zhao Lin in a different key is a section that men from the Qiangliang Kingdom often use to express their affection for the woman they like.

Xiao Ke: As expected of the second male lead who opposed the boss in the later period, he dared to play this kind of song used by men and women to express their feelings to the host in front of the boss.

Xi Nuojin was disdainful: "Xiao Ke, I don't like your host who is a romantic substitute."

In the plot, Zhao Lin regarded the original owner as the substitute for his deceased Bai Yueguang, and used her gentle and harmless face to cause a lot of trouble for the original chairman Nao Jin, making Di Heng suspicious of her, and the relationship between the two followed. Cracks also appeared, and Di Heng was poisoned.

But she's here.

She wouldn't let this happen.

[The host is right. 】

Its host is a high-ranking imperial concubine, how could the second male lead, Zhao Lin, be used as a substitute for a palace maid?

When Di Heng saw the little imperial concubine beside him with her eyes half-closed and her body swaying slightly, a little drowsy, he reached out and hugged her tenderly. She no longer refused his approach like before. He felt relieved and explained softly: "Jin'er, it's more comfortable to sleep against your husband."

"Husband, you are so kind~" The little imperial concubine snuggled quietly in Di Heng's arms, nuzzled her little face against his, and fell asleep for less than half an hour.

When she woke up with her eyelashes quivering, the song played to the beginning of the song again, which was extremely effective in helping her sleep.

Wind-blocking curtains were hung up around the pavilion at some point. She was covered with a cloak made of fine brocade. She and Di Heng clasped their fingers and said a few sweet words, and the two reconciled.

The little imperial concubine said to Ziye who was guarding outside: "Ziye, go and stop, the music master."

"It's the lady."

The song is over.

After receiving the reward, Zhao Lin followed Ziye with his guqin in his arms and knelt down in the pavilion to thank Diheng. His eyes were dark and his heart was extremely humiliated. Fu'er would never ignore him like this and regard him as a person. A piano player for people's entertainment, she is not his wife, she is the woman of the emperor of the Emperor's Banquet Kingdom.

It is only among the people that people reward musicians. She did this intentionally to humiliate him.

Zhao Lin did not see clearly the appearance of the beauty in Emperor Heng's arms. He placed his qin on the ground and bowed in salute: "Qiang Liang Zhao Lin has met His Majesty the Emperor Banquet."

Di Heng raised his eyelids and glanced at the black iron shackles on Zhao Lin's hands and feet. His eyes were full of disdain. He snorted coldly and did not intend to wake him up. He picked up a piece of almond cake brought by the palace maid and fed it to the little boy in his arms. The imperial concubine's mouth: "My beloved, open your mouth."

"Your Majesty, who is he? Won't you wake him up?" Xi Nuojin asked knowingly. After taking a bite of the almond cake, she didn't like the taste. It was too sweet and said, "I won't eat it."

The little imperial concubine took the wet cloth handed over by Zhao Chun and wiped Di Heng's hands. It was difficult to ignore the silver shackles on Zhao Lin's hands and feet.

Zhao Lin bent over and still maintained a saluting posture.

Di Heng smiled slightly, threw the wet towel on the table, and kneaded the little noble concubine's slender and boneless hands: "Your Majesty, the Fifth Highness of the Qiang Liang Kingdom, the monarch of the Qiang Liang Kingdom sent me the hostage for the emperor's banquet."

The little imperial concubine nodded carelessly, clinging to Di Heng's arms like a demon concubine.

"Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Emperor Banquet." Zhao Lin suppressed the anger in his eyes, stood up, and saw the true appearance of the noble concubine who was nestled in Emperor Heng's arms and had been pampered as soon as she entered the palace.

Zhao Lin's heart trembled. He boasted that he had seen countless beauties, but he had never seen a beauty as beautiful as hers. No wonder the cold-blooded Emperor Heng could fall in love with her and be his only one.

Her eyes look very much like Fu'er's, but they don't look alike if you look closely.

As if aware of Zhao Lin's gaze, Xi Nuojin, who was in Emperor Heng's arms, raised his eyes and looked Zhao Lin up and down calmly. He had the appearance of a gentle, elegant and humble gentleman. At the age of sixteen, he was given an imperial banquet by the King of Qiangliang. As a hostage, the representative of beauty, strength and misfortune in the plot, and... constantly looking for substitutes.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing~"

The little imperial concubine's waist was suddenly hugged tightly by Di Heng. He locked her tightly in his arms, reached out and pressed the back of the little imperial concubine's head to prevent her from raising her head: "Jin'er, be good."

Di Heng felt extremely unhappy when his little concubine was glanced at by another man.

Goug out Zhao Lin's eyes, so that only he can see the little noble concubine. As long as she has him in her eyes, it's enough to just look at him.

The thought of killing people came into his mind. When Di Heng looked at Zhao Lin below, the bloodthirsty murderous intention in his eyes and the gloomy cold air on his body made the palace servants waiting in the pavilion shiver down their backs and all stood aside. Kneel down and tremble.

Xiao Ke in the Consciousness Sea also trembled, and all the hair on its body stood up in anxiety, [Host, please persuade the boss, the boss's blackening value has soared to 80 as soon as it came up, ah ah ah 85, 88……]

The little imperial concubine raised her eyes and looked at the man's dark eyes filled with paranoia and bloodlust. Alas, she was so jealous.

If it weren't for the plot of the Emperor Yan Kingdom destroying the Qiang Liang Kingdom, it was too early and the time had not yet come, Di Heng would not be able to kill Zhao Lin now.

The little imperial concubine caressed God Heng's face and whispered coquettishly: "Your Majesty, it has been half a day since I came out. I am tired and want to go back to the palace to rest. Your Majesty, please go back with Jin'er, okay~"

"Okay, I'll stay with my beloved concubine alone."

Di Heng took his little concubine and left the imperial garden.