Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!! Slow down!"

On the palace road, the empress in gorgeous clothes was walking quickly with a gloomy expression. Her originally bright facial features were frowning because of her mood.

She ran all the way to Changle Palace, ignored the palace attendants who were kneeling on the ground, and rushed straight into the palace.

"Long'er!"

The woman who was practicing calligraphy didn't even raise her head. She turned her wrist and finished writing a piece of calligraphy before looking up at the person coming.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

Song Qiao became even more angry when he saw her calm look. "What's wrong! What else are you talking about! People are choosing a husband for me outside! Are you still in the mood to practice calligraphy!"

Linglong raised his eyebrows, "Really? I don't know about this."

What a joke, as the commander of the Shadow Guard and the secret agent in charge of the whole country, she can know which concubines the ministers go to sleep in at night, and how can she not know about it!

"Linglong!" Song Qiao's eyes turned red with anger.

Seeing this, Linglong couldn't bear to tease her any more. He walked over and wanted to touch her face, but Song Qiao turned away.

I couldn't help but chuckle. Ever since I ascended the throne, I haven't seen this person behave like a little girl in a long time. He talks about me as the empress and must be majestic all day long. He even uses this excuse to tease himself in bed...

"Ha..." Linglong let out a breath and held Song Qiao's face towards her. "Okay, okay, it's just a conspiracy between a few ministers. Is it worth your anger?"

Song Qiao still didn't look at her, "Is it because of this? I'm because you knew about this a long time ago, but you didn't stop it in advance! You must tell them at the court meeting! Embarrass me!"

Linglong rubbed Song Qiao's ears, "If not, how could we know what they were thinking, let alone..."

Song Qiao moved his ears, "What's more?"

A trace of sadness flashed in Linglong's eyes, "What's more, what they said is right. The crown prince is the foundation of the country. It's enough for us to know each other together. There is no need to establish a queen..."

The next second, Song Qiao broke away from Linglong and took a step back, his eyes full of hurt.

She was a time traveler who came to this world to do a mission. If it weren't for Linglong, she would have left long ago. Why would she wake up earlier than a chicken and go to bed later than a dog all day long? What's so good about being an emperor? If she hadn't been practicing martial arts and was in good health, early in the morning So exhausted!

It's good now, the people she left behind are going to push her to someone else.

Thinking of this, Song Qiao sneered, "Okay, since you think so, how can I live up to your kindness? I will recruit someone to sleep with you tonight, and let you see the child be born next year. Now the emperor also has a husband." , the prince also has...um..."

Song Qiao's lips were blocked. She tried to push Linglong away, but she didn't dare to use any force. After struggling twice, Song Qiao simply kissed back and deepened the kiss.

There was a sound of the fabric of the clothes being rubbed, the lower back hit the desk, and when they were separated, there was an ambiguous silver thread tugging at them.

Both of their faces were a little flushed. Linglong's face was not only red, but his eyes were also red.

"What bastard words are you talking about! I just asked you to postpone the matter of getting married, and you even told me to let someone sleep with you!" Linglong became angrier as he spoke. He opened his mouth and bit Song Qiao's lower lip fiercely. After biting, he bit Song Qiao's lower lip. Feeling distressed, I stuck out my tongue and licked it.

Song Qiao snorted coldly, "You can say it, but I can't? Only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light lamps. Why?"

Linglong pinched her waist, "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have teased you, why are you so stingy."

"I'm stingy! I'm just stingy!" Song Qiao said dissatisfied, hugging Linglong's waist tightly, lowering his head and getting closer to her neck, nibbling here and there.

"Hiss... be gentle..." Linglong raised her head and tightened her grip on Song Qiao's clothes.

"I don't care...you have to make it up to me..." Song Qiao said vaguely.

Linglong gasped lightly, "What kind of compensation?"

"Go to the hot springs."

As soon as these three words came out, the tips of Linglong's ears immediately turned red.

It's night, in the warm soup room.

Linglong was sitting by the pool, the mist was steaming, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and her face was flushed not knowing whether it was due to the heat or some other reason.

In the quiet room, the hot spring pool ripples constantly, as if there is a fish swimming underneath.

Linglong put one hand under the water and placed the other on the edge of the pool. His fingertips were slightly white and he pressed them on the warm stone.

The hand under the water was also pressing on the warm stone, but without exerting any force, resting on it weakly.

After a while, a man emerged from the water, hugged her tightly, and kissed her lips without any explanation.

The sweet and fishy smell came, and Linglong interacted with her.

"The water is too hot..." Linglong sat on Song Qiao's lap and whispered into her ear, with a breathy voice.

Song Qiao held her waist and tightened his arms when she wanted to run away. "Where's the heat?"

Linglong bit her lip, ashamed to speak.

The temperature is rising again, and the scale on the simple thermometer Song Qiao had made previously placed in the corner of the room is slowly rising.

No hurry, no slowness, climbing towards the highest point bit by bit.

The window was not closed tightly, a gust of wind blew, and the scale slowly dropped a little, away from the highest point.

However, the hot spring mist continued to evaporate, causing the scale to rise again, rising and falling again and again.

Finally, when another wave of hot air blew over, the scale finally climbed to the highest point and reached the peak of the indoor temperature.

Linglong was lying on the edge of the pool and couldn't help biting her arm. Song Qiao kissed the back of her neck gently, leaving shallow teeth marks from time to time.

"Don't hold it in."

In the room, the heat was so thick that no one could be seen clearly. The scale of the thermometer always remained at the highest point without falling, making people worried that it would break down in the next second.

It would be a pity if it broke. After all, Song Qiao made it himself and spent a lot of effort on it.

But then I felt a little unreasonable to worry about it. How could a good object break? Not to mention its materials, all of which are precious, but the level of care that the maker put into it was also unparalleled. He would maintain and care for it every day, and it would never happen easily. bad.

There are guards on duty in the distant palace corridor. If it is extremely quiet, you can still hear their footsteps. But at this time, you can't hear it at all in the hot spring room, because the room is echoing with other people's voices. the sound of.

It seems wrong, but it also seems like it shouldn’t be like this.

With a crash, the people in the hot spring finally came ashore. The two of them were only wrapped in a blanket. Song Qiao picked up Linglong and placed his bare feet on the ground. As he walked, the water flowed down his ankles.

Falling into the soft bed, Linglong closed her eyes, feeling really tired.

But the person next to me is like the reincarnation of a glutton, tireless, burying his head in one moment, and then taking action in another.

"I'm sleepy... Go to sleep..." Linglong couldn't help but curl up and wanted to hide away.

But Song Qiao tied his wrists to the bedside.

"You lied to me again. I came here three times less than last time. You can obviously continue." Song Qiao was dissatisfied and rubbed her waist to relieve the soreness and numbness.

Linglong was so angry that he didn't say anything for a while: "What nonsense are you talking about? What's the point?"

"It's just missing. I have a good memory." With that said, Song Qiao slid down.

Linglong closed her eyes again speechlessly, "You bastard who talks nonsense..."