Zhen Guo Princess GL

Wan'er finally lost the razor-sharp teeth she used to have, and showed her emotions in front of her almost without concealment - resentment, anger, alienation, and pain.

She knew that Wan'er might have these emotions, but she didn't expect them to be so strong—of course, these emotions would pass soon.Wan'er is a smart person. Smart people may have a temper, but they won't be controlled by their momentary emotions.The little thing will be grateful in the end, write down this decree obediently, and thank her for her great kindness on behalf of Shangguan.No matter how resentful she is at the moment, and how she will resent in private in the future, after a hundred years of her life, the little thing will definitely inherit her last wish in name and invite seniority in her name—this is politics, there is no right or wrong, Only benefit.

However, the relationship between her and Wan'er cannot be explained clearly by the word "politics".Otherwise, she could have waited until she was about to die to proclaim this rule - if that time came, Wan'er would not only not have the resentment she has today, but she might also remember her goodness and be grateful for it for the rest of her life - instead of being in the At this moment, it is up to Wan'er to draw up the will.

Although she didn't want to admit it, this intention was actually her apology to Wan'er.After that incident, she sent Ah Qing to investigate the relationship between the two, and found that although Wan'er had revealed some news to Taiping, she always knew how to advance and retreat, and never said anything that she should not say—but this is not what she apologized for. reason.Her apology was only because she shouldn't have treated Wan'er with such words and deeds at the banquet that day.That was the way the Son of Heaven treated his slaves, but it was not the way Taiping said she wanted to get along with her.

She looked at Wan'er wearily, moved her fingers unconsciously, and said slowly: "You are only 33 years old this year, but I... am seventy-three. My days are not too long, but yours is still It's long. When I'm dead, you can hate or complain, it's up to you. Before I die...before I die...we, let's do that."

She hated the word "death", although she had already learned to gain benefits from the word "death", and also mastered various methods to kill people, but this was still the most powerless thing she could do.She can't bring her beloved child back to life, and she can't predict the death date of the person she wants to keep, let alone predict her own time.Di Renjie's old servant died as soon as he said he was dead, and she might be the same.You are the son of heaven, and you are not the same as ordinary people, but only in the word of death, everyone is equal.However, things in the world are not always perfect and satisfactory.She has fought all the way up, and she has a deeper understanding of this than anyone else.

She looked at Wan'er with a little longing, and carefully concealed this longing. Wan'er calmed down faster than she imagined, and there was a strange light in her eyes: "Your Majesty didn't have to So."

She didn't speak, but continued to look at Wan'er. She didn't know when the little thing had grown so tall. She used to be famous for being tall, but now she is no longer what she used to be. Fortunately, she still maintained her figure carefully, even a small If you lose some weight, otherwise you will inevitably become an obese old woman, which is annoying. How can you be like this now, even if you don't feel your own decline?

Wan'er didn't seem to wait for her reply, she took a step forward and knelt down in front of her.The little thing is much plumper than when it was first, and it no longer has the restrained attitude of a girl, but has added a lot of feminine charm, like a peach at its sweetest moment, plump, mature, and glamorous. The old heart that hadn't throbbed for a long time also twitched, and gave birth to some desires that seemed to be there - she was over 70, and she was long past the period of being a wife, but for some reason, she was still there from time to time. There are always some indescribable desires, although these desires often disappear as soon as they arise, and are often mixed with hunger, thirst, etc., and it is impossible to tell which part of the body is the desire, and there is no need to It was resolved as before, but the wish was there after all, and when it was facing Wan'er, it was a little stronger than usual - the whole person moved forward, and brushed Wan'er's head with his hand, brushing against her seemingly intentionally or unintentionally. The tender and smooth skin touched by the fingertips on his face became more and more desireable, the tip of his tongue became dry, he couldn't help moving his throat, coughed a little embarrassedly, deliberately lowered his voice, and called out with a little dignity: "Wan Son."

Wan'er moved her knees a step forward, her chin almost touched her knees, she looked straight at her, her eyes were even more radiant, without fear: "Your Majesty."

She frowned slightly, lowered her voice and said, "Call me... Qiniang."

Wan'er didn't answer, and took another half step forward, her body tightly pressed against her legs, her knees unconsciously opened a little, and then held tightly together again: "A Wan."

Wan'er put her hands on her knees, exerted a little force to the sides, stared at her when she raised her eyes, seemingly respectful, but in fact said rudely: "Wan'er serves Your Majesty."

She was slightly annoyed, and raised her voice, "Wan'er!"

Wan'er looked at her with an unpredictable expression on her face. After a while, she seemed to have made up her mind. She gently stroked her thigh with her hands from her knees. The cold fingertips made her feel both happy and unhappy, and she tensed a little. Body, just about to take back the foreword, dismiss this rude little thing, and never reuse it again, but saw the little thing slowly raised the corners of his mouth, staring at her and calling: "Azhao."

She was stunned, but instead of feeling annoyed at being offended, she felt some inexplicably familiar and unfamiliar emotions.

"Zhao" wasn't her name at all, it was a taboo she created after she became the emperor.No one has ever called her by that name, respectfully or disrespectfully.The only place she can think of where it will be used is probably in the future history books: so-and-so emperor taboo.

In the people close to her, she used to be Ah Wu, the Wu family, Mei Mei, Mei Niang, and Qiniang, but she was never "Azhao".

The "Azhao" that only appeared after becoming an emperor, but should never be called by anyone.

These two words... What a novelty.

She squinted her eyes and silently watched Wan'er get closer, squeezed her whole body between her legs, and started to untie her belt with both hands.

The little thing is still kneeling, bent down, leaning her head against the source of her desire, sticking out the tip of her tongue, touching the source lightly, then sticking in again, touching it nimbly, swallowing freely.

She suddenly felt that she was 55 years old again.

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