After Kangxi Bai Yueguang dressed as the best villain's little aunt

Because of too much strength, when she fell into the man's arms along with her strength, the latest memorial on the imperial case was taken away.

Sang Qingman exclaimed, "Ah, the memorial has fallen."

Because the man moved so suddenly, Sang Qingman didn't notice that she was dragged and hugged by the man from the side of the case.

At this time, the memorial fell, and it happened to be brought into his arms by Sang Qingman's clothes.

She picked up the memorial with her slender and fair fingers, handed it to Kangxi, and said angrily with crooked eyebrows, "Long live, my concubine is almost scared to death by you."

While speaking, she even pulled up the hem of her clothes, fanning herself seriously.

Although the words said she was afraid, but she acted casually, but there was a fake expression on Furong's face.

Kangxi stretched out his finger and stopped around the eyes that were still shining at this moment, the coolness of the fingertips made the skin at the end of the eyes on Fu Rong's face tremble slightly.

The long crow-like eyelashes covered under the eyelids, like a fan, covering the fleeting light in the eyes.

I don't know if there was ever a moment of real expression on the face of the owner whose eyes are always shining.

If there is, I am afraid there are more shrewd calculations.

Kangxi thought.

"Since I was afraid, I put my head under my clothes." Kangxi said, "It's not the first time you have done this."

Sang Qingman felt a little embarrassed when he was thick-skinned, coughed twice, and almost choked to death by himself.

Sang Qingman thought, she doesn't like to get along with people who are too smart and wise at all, men are like this, it's too annoying.

But now she has to be by his side, carefully calculating to curry favor, and trying to secretly sabotage the progress of the heroine's favorability, hoping to reverse the miserable fate of the Hesheli clan and her villainous little aunt in the original book.

Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and her smile became more and more beautiful. She was more delicate than a flower, and even more delicate and gorgeous than the peony stamens that unrestrainedly unfolded in March and April.

She said, "Long Live Lord, when will it happen, my concubine would not dare."

If you don't say it, if you don't admit it, she will always be in a favorable position.

Kangxi was noncommittal, took the memorial from her, embraced her in his arms, passed his hands under her arms, and folded them in front of her.

"Long Live Lord, this seems to be a little hot, and I feel like I'm breathing faster," she said, licking the corners of her mouth, and smiled softly, "I'm afraid that something will happen to me."

"What happened?" Kangxi asked.

Sang Qingman raised his head, and was pushed back by the man's protection.

Protected in his arms by such an intimate action, he raised his head to look at the emotion in the man's eyes, hoping to see some emotions and then adjust his way of speaking, but the man saw through and held him in his arms.

Sang Qingman was so angry that she was about to die, but she had to maintain her original appearance, smiling a little more vividly.

She said, "My concubine admires the Lord Long Live, and seeing each other every day is like three autumns, but I want to take off the clothes of the Lord Long Live every day,"

Kangxi suddenly raised Sang Qingman's chin, and looked at her bright red lips for a long time.

The excessively coarse fingertips on the chin seemed to crush her chin.

Sang Qingman felt a little pain and wanted to tilt his head and leave.But he was firmly fixed by the man.

She could see the man's eyes, just fixed on her lips, without making any sound or movement for a long time, the environment seemed too quiet.

In the quiet and terrifying room, the breath and sight of the two, and the five senses are all amplified, which amplifies people's emotions even more.

Sang Qingman wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere at this moment, but the man's motionless appearance and years of intuition in his acting career saved her many times.

This time, she instinctively felt the fierce beast staring at her suddenly, the hairs all over her body stood up, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

"Long Live Lord." She called out in a low voice, then obediently closed her eyes.

When the enemy does not move and I do not move, when a man is watching you and does not know where the danger is, showing weakness and pretending to be stupid is always the most beneficial situation for her.

Sang Qingman couldn't figure out whether the man wanted to kiss her or punish her, anyway, she had too many dirty words and lies in her mouth, and she didn't know how much the man understood.

In the end, the man didn't do anything, the strength on his chin was suddenly released, and Sang Qingman only felt a pair of big hands covering the back of his hands.

She opened her eyes curiously, and looked towards the man, but the man's chin pushed her head on top of her head. Her eyes were forced to see the memorial in front of her, which had already been opened by the man.

"Ah, Lord Long Live, this is a memorial." Her voice was agile, and she was extremely surprised, "Can my concubine read it too?"

Kangxi looked at the top of her head, then pressed her palm, looked at the contents of the memorial over and over again, and finally wrote, it was a person she was very familiar with, her uncle, Fan Chengxun, the servant of the Ministry of War.

Sang Qingman hurriedly stretched out her white wrist, covered her mouth lightly, with a curious and excited expression on her face, "Ah, it's uncle."

Concubine Wen Xi said at the time that her mother's status was not low, and it was true. Both of her uncles were very competitive, and now the largest official in her mother's family is the second in command of the Ministry of War.

Kangxi hummed, and suddenly pointed to the contents of the memorial to explain, "This is the comfort money for the soldiers who died in the third battle. The Ministry of War is in charge. This time, Fan Chengxun took the initiative to ask for it."

Sang Qingman couldn't figure out what the man was thinking, so he only tentatively said, "They are all heroes who defend their homes and the country, and the imperial court can't do too much to appease and subsidize their families."

Kangxi probably said a number, and Sang Qingman knew that many people really died in this third battle.

War, peace is really good.

She sighed, "Great and lovely people, sure enough, the relief we feel is because someone is carrying the load for us."

"So people have to live in the moment. Cherish time and peace," she added.

Therefore, she has to work harder to change the miserable fate of their Hesheli clan and her villainous little aunt.

Otherwise, it would be a waste of this good time, right?

After hearing her words, Kangxi was silent for a moment, and then said calmly, "No one wants to fight."

Kangxi said, "This world belongs to me. If I am incompetent, all courtiers are above the Son of Heaven."

"If I were a king, I would definitely not allow soldiers to invade me." He said, "I don't want to fight, I want to give the people a place to live in peace, and I want to reduce taxes for the people. I would like to return the peace of the mountains and rivers and die in battle."

Sang Qingman heard the shock, she knew that during the Kangxi years, there were many battles, big and small, and Kangxi himself had a lot of battles.

It turned out that he also had this kind of dream.

Speaking of which, the male protagonist in the original book has both ability and tension, a typical big guy who is both beautiful and strong.

It's no wonder that the hostess dug her heart and soul for her in the end. After chasing his wife in the crematorium for the last time, he repented. It can be seen that he is really capable.

"Long live God is awesome!" Sang Qingman raised his head, complimenting him not quite against his will.

But as soon as she spoke, her eyes were covered by a pair of big hands.

The man suddenly leaned over and lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "So, why do you think that I am a murderer?"

"It's so disturbing to implicate you in the nine clans." The man suddenly asked.

The hot air sprayed over his ears, and Sang Qingman felt hot and his body was limp, but he didn't dare to say a word.

She is afraid that if she speaks, she will be in an awkward position. She can't say that we are all living in a book.