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

Zhao Chun, who was standing outside, was shocked and couldn't believe it.

His Majesty, who has always respected the rules, actually had an affair with the imperial concubine...in daylight? !

Ziye happily made the snacks ordered by her mother in the small kitchen and came out. Just as she was about to knock on the door to remind her, she was pulled aside by Manager Zhao. After a very cryptic speech, Ziye was still a girl who had not left the court after all. Instantly blushing with embarrassment, he put the cakes in the outer room and didn't calm down for a long time.

Alas, Your Majesty is really, really...why is it that this clear sky is so impatient?

Because the weather has been getting hotter recently, her mother-in-law has no appetite and doesn’t eat much of her usual meals. She went to the flower-viewing party and was pissed off by Dong Cai again. This time she finally felt like eating, so she made a good meal Yes, the empress is being pulled like this by Your Majesty again.

Oh, her mother-in-law's body will feel uncomfortable if she is hungry for a long time. She will not drink the bitter medicine when she feels uncomfortable. What should I do?

Ziye's eyes were full of worry.

Inner room.

Di Heng opened his eyes and looked at the peaceful sleeping face of the beauty in his arms. He stroked her tender cheeks with his rough fingertips. The little imperial concubine's face was so tender that it felt like she could pinch water out of it. It felt so good.

He never thought that one day he would do this during the day, but once he tasted it, he felt it was something special.

Thinking of this, well, some thoughts quickly flashed through Di Heng's mind, and he felt that he might really be crazy.

The little noble concubine was his disaster, but he was addicted to her happily.

After Di Heng had enough of holding his little concubine, he withdrew his hand from her waist, got up and left the bed.

"Don't wake up the imperial concubine, Zhao Chun. Instruct the imperial kitchen to make something that the imperial concubine likes to eat. Wait until the imperial concubine wakes up before serving the food."

"Yes."

Di Heng left the Jinyu Palace and went to the Mingguang Palace.

When Xi Nuojin woke up, it was already dark outside. Her body was not so sore. It was probably because Di Heng had used his internal strength to massage her, but she was just too hungry.

Fortunately, Ziye and Baicha quickly delivered dinner, which was all her favorite dishes and were still hot.

"What about Your Majesty?"

Ziye scooped up a bowl of soup for her and added half a bowl of rice: "Back to your Majesty, Your Majesty has returned to the imperial study to review the memorial."

"Yeah." Xi Nuojin picked up a piece of crystal meat with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, but he was wondering in his heart: "Xiao Ke, what is he doing?"

What a dog man. He doesn't concentrate on work during the day and only thinks about doing bad things. He works overtime at night and doesn't eat. How come she doesn't believe it?

Xiao Ke, [Host, go to the boss, oh, host, you can see for yourself. 】

Xiao Ke started the real-time broadcast.

The location seemed to her to be a dungeon in the palace.

This is the death row prepared by Emperor Heng for special prisoners. The soundproofing effect is particularly good, especially the horrifying punishments he created. It makes people break into cold sweats just by looking at it. There are many more Shadow Guards hidden here than above. times.

The last time I took the young imperial concubine out of the palace, the criminal who came to assassinate Emperor Heng was scalded to death with a red iron here.

Ah Wu has been tied here since he was captured by the Shadow Guards in Zhao Lin's Zhaotai Palace. His body is covered with large and small scars. There is not a single good spot on his body. Every wound is so deep that you can see inside. Bone kind.

"Your Majesty." The four secret guards responsible for the interrogation knelt down respectfully.

Di Heng nodded: "What's wrong?"

The leader of his subordinates said: "When I got back to Your Majesty, he still refused to say anything and even... bit his tongue."

Ah Wu noticed Di Heng's gaze, and blood was still oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ferocious and mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a horrifying "hiss" sound came from his throat.

"Bite your tongue." Di Heng rubbed his forehead and chuckled twice, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

He took a special long whip with sharp barbs hanging from the arms of a subordinate who was kneeling on the ground. With lightning speed, he tied A Wu's hand with the whip and used his internal force to rotate the whip pole. The roots penetrated into the flesh and blood instantly flowed out.

After a few breaths, all his fingers were broken. Di Heng threw the whip back to his subordinates, sat down on the chair, took a sip of hot tea, and seemed to feel a little better: "Where did those portraits in Zhao Lin's palace come from? "

Ah Wu's face was bloodless, and he couldn't speak because his tongue was pulled out. He could only stare at Di Heng fiercely, his eyes tearing apart.

"Don't tell me, just send him on his way." Di Heng finished the tea slowly and curled his lips with a sneer.

He watched with his own eyes as the secret guards dealt with Ah Wu, then wrapped him in a straw mat and threw it into the dungeon's large corpse furnace, which was specially used to dispose of corpses. Then he wiped his hands and walked out of the dungeon.

The broadcast ended abruptly, and Xi Nujin also put down his chopsticks. Xiao Ke couldn't help but ask, [Host, how did you eat the food and still eat it so deliciously? 】

Watching such a bloody and cruel live broadcast without letting it be coded, and still eating two bowls of rice with gusto, its host is a ruthless person.

"you guess."

[…] The host has bad QAQ.

Di Heng walked out of the dungeon and returned to the Mingguang Hall. He burned incense, bathed and changed clothes, made sure there was no blood smell on his body, and approved the rest of the papers during the day.

The young eunuch came in and reported: "Your Majesty, will you sleep in Mingguang Hall tonight?"

Di Heng glanced at the sky and realized that Dian Jin'er must have fallen asleep: "Show me the Jinyu Palace."

The little eunuch was stunned for a moment, then he quickly ran out to greet the palace people and prepare to drive them out in a sedan chair.

Di Heng's chariot arrived at the entrance of Jinyu Palace quietly. The palace door was not locked yet, and the main hall of Jinyu Palace was still brightly lit.

Just as the palace people were about to kneel down, Di Heng raised his hand to avoid the ceremony and strode towards the inner hall.

Di Heng entered the main hall, passed through the bead curtain, and saw the little imperial concubine leaning on the beauty's couch with her head propped up. She was wearing a white soft silk satin pajamas, and her long black hair was messy.

[Host, the boss is here. 】

Di Heng walked over and sat down on the small beauty's couch. He put his arms around her slender waist and poked the little imperial concubine's face with his finger.

Xi Nuojin woke up, looked at the big hand on her waist, and patted the back of his hand. With sleepy eyes, she murmured: "Yundan, you are back."

"Jin'er is not sleeping, is she waiting for her husband?"

The little imperial concubine sat up from the couch on her elbows and hugged Di Heng's waist sideways: "Well, I'm waiting for my husband to come home."