The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Jiang Zhuo froze for a moment, his whole body froze immediately, and he was slightly uneasy.

Could it be that the evil god behind him has turned into a physical body?

Jiang Zhuo bit his lip, his pupils widened a little, and wanted to turn his head to take a look, but was instantly suppressed by an invisible force.

He was lying on the bed, his fingers had to clenched the corner of the quilt more and more because of the pressure, and he couldn't move his head at all.

Damn—this evil god obviously has a physical body, why is he not allowed to see his face?

Jiang Zhuo pursed his lips and sneered angrily. Could it be that this guy looks particularly unsightly?Ashamed to face him?

But no matter what he thinks, at this moment, Jiang Zhuo has no choice but to let the other party take off his dragon robe contemptuously.

The bright yellow luxurious robes were quickly put aside casually.

The pure white to spotless underwear followed closely behind.

After a while, under the suppression and fiddling of divine power, Jiang Zhuo was already in a state of being unresponsive one by one.

The slender little emperor, with black and soft hair reaching to his waist, is now scattered in a mess, against the snow-like complexion, black and white, extremely seductive.

And all these are reflected in the deep eyes of the evil god behind Jiang Zhuo.

Then, a few imperceptible desires ignited in the bottom of Shenming's dark eyes.

And Jiang Zhuo felt a hand caress his back, slender, cold, with distinct joints.

The delicate fingertips were now landing on the skin of his back.

Then, press down lightly.

Jiang Zhuo lay prone on the couch, couldn't help shrinking back even more, and said in a low voice: "You, can't you let me see you?"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty." The evil god replied in a harsh and secluded tone.

At the same time, the slender porcelain white fingers were still running down the young man's thin skin.

The cold fingertips touched the soft body, and Jiang Zhuo, who was forced to lie down, trembled instantly.

He couldn't tilt his head, couldn't move, and couldn't see the evil god behind him.

I can only feel the palm of the other party's hand, rubbing his tailbone little by little.

That is one of Jiang Zhuo's most sensitive areas.

At this moment, he was touched wantonly, but he was helpless, he could only frown nervously as if he was facing a big enemy.

The body of the young porcelain white jade trembled slightly.

"Wait" Under the high tension, Jiang Zhuo felt a kiss on the skin of his back, and he couldn't help trembling.

"Your Majesty," the god seemed to laugh when he heard it, and his low voice was so ethereal that it made people feel numb, "How can we wait.

In the end, Jiang Zhuo was finally able to stop lying on his stomach. He turned around weakly and lay flat on the couch, his fair and thin chest kept rising and falling.

When she calmed down, she could barely bite her lips tightly, and the misty and pure eyes were still filled with wet mist.

Then, Jiang Zhuo vaguely saw a young man in white with blue silk like black ink on his body, with graceful and firm lines of skin exposed between the open snow-coloured collar.

It also seemed to be covered with a thin layer of fine sweat.

There is a bit of temptation.

Then, the noble-looking young man leaned over and kissed his neck.

The voice is no longer as ethereal as a god, but like a human voice, seductive and hoarse: "Your Majesty, do you like it?"

Jiang Zhuoran was lying on the couch, his face was flushed, his thin lips were pursed tremblingly, and he couldn't say anything at all.

"Huh?" The young man didn't let him go, and moved closer to his ear.

In the end, Jiang Zhuo could only grit his teeth and turn his head away.

From breakfast to now, the sky has changed from bright to dark.

At this moment, it is time to sink in the west.

After Jiang Zhuo recovered, he inadvertently looked out the window, only to notice that so much time had passed.

But the young man who was still hugging him didn't seem to be exhausted.

Start teasing him again:

"Your Majesty, you haven't answered the question just now, do you like it?"

Jiang Zhuo was exhausted, so he didn't bother to pay attention, and he was silently ashamed for answering this perverted question.

He broke away from the evil god, turned sideways, closed his eyes and rested coldly.

Outside the palace, all the palace people were still waiting with their heads dutifully devoted.

No one knew that their little emperor had been pressed on the dragon couch by "people" and wasted most of the day.

In the evening, Jiang Zhuo ordered someone to make some light porridge to fill his stomach because his stomach was empty.

While drinking porridge aggrieved, he scolded that bastard in his heart.

In a few days.

The palace banquet will be held.

Jiang Zhuo didn't feel any trouble about this - he had no interest in writing palace banquets or reading about large-scale blind date activities.

But there are many young talents among the ministers, and all the daughters are also yearning for the rumored real dragon emperor.

Therefore, everyone in the palace was looking forward to the arrival of this banquet.

And the person who looked forward to it the most was Jiang Qianzi.

This palace banquet is probably the only chance she has now.

The one-month deadline is approaching, but Jiang Zhuo, an idiot, has not been tortured one by one as the eminent monk said, and he is emaciated.On the contrary, he repeatedly saved the day.

Jiang Qianzi was worried that if she didn't get rid of Jiang Zhuo, their intentions would be exposed sooner or later, and it would be her and Wei Li who died.

Night is coming.

In the imperial garden, beside the lotus pond, a grand palace banquet began, and bright lights were hung everywhere.

The daughters of the capital all have their own charms, competing for beauty, eating meals through a screen.

As for the civil servants who were seated at the table, they knelt and sat on both sides upright, and the seat in the middle was naturally Jiang Zhuo.

He was dressed in a luxurious imperial robe, with a calm and calm demeanor, and his appearance was unparalleled, attracting thousands of eyes behind the screen.

Because Jiang Qianzi's status is very noble, she always made an exception to sit beside her son-in-law.

At this moment, she secretly looked at Jiang Zhuo who was sitting in the front seat, her expression could not help but condense, after a few cases, her hand holding the hem of the clothes became more and more forceful.

When did this idiot become so out of control?

During this time, every time she wanted to enter the palace to seek an audience, she would be turned away without exception.

The number of times has increased, and the people in the palace have also seen the clues.

After realizing that she was no longer treated preferentially by Jiang Zhuo, the attitude of that group of people also changed accordingly, without the careful service they used to have, now they both disdain and neglect her.

Later, he ignored her at all.

This made Jiang Qianzi, who had been flattered and paid attention to since childhood, how could she bear it.

Because of this, her dislike for Jiang Zhuo grew day by day.

Wei Li ignored Jiang Qianzi's mood, and asked in a low voice:

"How's the plan going?"

Hearing the voice of her sweetheart, Jiang Qianzi's expression softened, and she smiled softly: "Don't worry, husband, the arrangements have been made properly."

Wei Li nodded his head almost imperceptibly when he heard the words, and looked nervously at the little emperor seated there.

——He hadn't thought of usurping the throne at first, if Jiang Qianzi hadn't repeatedly mentioned that they wanted their children to rule the world

However, even if he had this opportunity, he would not let his and Jiang Qianzi's children come.

He is a son-in-law, and he endured it for Jiang Qianzi's honorable princess status.

In fact, he already has someone he really likes outside, and that person is already pregnant with his child.

As long as the little emperor dies and Jiang Qianzi helps his child win the throne, then he will right that woman, as for Jiang Qianzi

Wei Li's eyes were cold and secretive.

The two of them had their own ulterior motives, and a delicious meal was equally delicious.

After a while, with Jiang Zhuo's permission, the civil servants began to compose poems and sing harmony, and the atmosphere gradually became active.

The corners of Jiang Zhuo's lips were slightly raised, watching the excitement, he in this world can drink very well, even after drinking glass after glass of fine wine, he is still extremely sober.

Lazily propping his chin, Jiang Zhuo found that the jug was empty, frowned, and immediately a maid came forward to change the jug and fill it up for him.

Just as Jiang Zhuo was about to drink it, he keenly noticed that Jiang Qianzi's secretly watching him became extremely nervous.

So he held the hand of the wine glass and pressed it to his lips so embarrassingly.

"Your Majesty, this glass of wine is poisonous." At the same time, a reminder of a loose laugh sounded in his ear.

It was the evil god who approached him invisible again.

Even in the posture of hugging him from behind, the slender and distinct fingers penetrated into his robe viciously.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jiang Zhuo couldn't resist, so he could only bear it silently.

He looked at the wine in his hand,

Putting it down without changing his expression, he seemed to knock over the jug unintentionally.

Wine poured all over his body, Jiang Zhuo even showed regret, and ordered the maid who poured the wine just now to prepare hot water for him, and ordered another attendant to replace it with a pot.It should be safe this time.

Jiang Zhuo moved in the arms of the invisible god, as if he wanted to ask.

Seeing this, the gods paused, and said with deep meaning: "Yes, non-toxic."

But was drugged.

Jiang Zhuo didn't know, but he also believed that the evil god would not harm him, so he sipped it with peace of mind.

The court wine really lived up to its reputation, and it tasted so good that he couldn't help drinking one after another.

The body heats up unconsciously.

Jiang Zhuo didn't notice it at all at first, thinking that wine could warm him up.

Jiang Qianzi, who was sitting down, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was so defenseless.

——In order to ensure the success of the plan, she had already bribed or threatened to buy all the servants who served beside Jiang Zhuo tonight.

She wanted to kill Jiang Zhuo directly, so she made someone poison one of the pots of wine.

The poison is extremely rare and extremely poisonous, as long as it is imported, there is no possibility of survival, and the imperial physician in the palace couldn't find out why.If it wasn't for the rareness of the poison, she would have ordered a few more jugs, and Jiang Zhuo wouldn't have been tricked.

But unexpectedly, he was overturned by that idiot.

Fortunately, she also prepared another curve to save the country, and administered another medicine.

Then she asked the beautiful woman arranged by her to "encounter" Jiang Zhuo on the road, and she was lucky to be met by Jiang Zhuo.

As long as her people enter the harem, then Jiang Zhuo will definitely be in her hands in the future.

But Jiang Qianzi at this moment would never think of one by one

This medicine, where can I get such a beautiful woman?

On the seat, Jiang Zhuo drank and drank, only feeling that his body was getting hotter and softer.

He braced his forehead, and found that the scene in front of him seemed to be shaking and becoming chaotic.

Seeing this, the invisible god kissed Jiang Zhuo's earlobe, joy flashed across his eyes, and said softly, "Your Majesty, are you tired?"

Jiang Zhuo closed his eyes and nodded.

Then he left the table first, and because of this pervert, he wisely didn't let the palace servants come to help him.

Jiang Zhuo walked slowly to the exit of the imperial garden, his body was still hot and uncomfortable, and he was so drunk that his legs suddenly lost strength, and finally he couldn't walk.No way, he can only choose to let that pervert come and carry him back.

But just as he was about to speak, he heard a delicate and pleasant female voice in front of him: "The emperor's servants are paying their respects to the emperor."