The Ugly Empress

The palace maid stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror, combing the black hair carefully for the person sitting in front.

The man was wearing a goose yellow skirt, with a bright yellow skirt tied around a slender waist, and his figure was graceful and coquettish.

"Rui Xue, do you think I have gray hair?"

As the man said, his fingers as soft as catkins gently picked up a strand of hair.

Don't look at his dress, but the voice he opened his mouth is not as soft and gentle as a woman's. The voice is slightly lowered, but it is actually clear, but what is certain is that this is a man.

"Your Majesty," Ruixue said with a smile, "Where is the white hair, the servants have not even seen the shadow of the white hair."

The man also laughed, with a faint pink smile and a charming demeanor, "You will please me."

"I don't dare, because everything I say is the truth! Think about it, if the slave is lying to you, the master will definitely break the leg of the slave if he finds out."

Hearing Ruixue say the word "Master", the man suddenly stopped smiling, and said: "How is your master these days, he doesn't come to the palace, he just asks you to come here every day, are you tired of me?"

"How can it be, Your Majesty."

Ruixue said: "Master, for the sake of the king, you run around every day to deal with the government affairs. The servant girl is a little girl who doesn't understand anything. I only know that the master has lost weight from exhaustion recently. I heard that the left side of the court is always at odds with the master... For the sake of the master... I don’t want you to worry, and I don’t ask my slaves to tell you.”

The man suddenly sneered when he heard this, "Zuo Xiang dares to go against Zhulu Hou? Who gave him the courage?"

"Don't be angry, my lord. It's the servants who talk too much. The master is afraid that you will be angry and hurt yourself. He said that he is the one who loves you in the end."

"You'll please me."

Hearing Ruixue's flattering words, the man knew in his heart that they were half-truths, but he still couldn't stop smiling. His cold face just now melted instantly, and the brows were stained with a lot of smiles.

The two of them were talking, when they saw a servant come in and said: "I will report to the king, and the Marquis of Zhulu and Prime Minister Zuo will ask for an audience."

"It came just fine."

The man in the skirt stood up tall, with a hint of heroism between his delicate and soft brows, this fusion of toughness and glamor did not appear to conflict.This person is exactly Feng Wang's current king, Feng Ming.

Speaking of Feng Ming, everyone might call him a fool!

However, there is no generation of kings in Fengguo that can compare with him. This man is cruel and ruthless, and his actions are insignificant. Which king is not cruel, which king is not overbearing, these small mistakes are insignificant to a king.

It's just that in the eyes of others, Feng Ming made a mistake, that is, appointing courtiers and pampering courtiers exclusively.

Everyone has already tacitly understood the extent of Feng Ming's special favor.

In Fengguo, there is a Marquis named Zhao Lu who is said to have been a homeless refugee in the early days, and later joined the army to make a living. Once, the King of Feng personally went on a conquest, and the King of Feng accidentally saw this soldier.

From then on, there is no limit to the rise of the little soldier, from a soldier to a marquis who is under one man and above ten thousand.

And this Lord Hou climbed onto the bed of King Feng, and let a cold-hearted and iron-handed monarch willingly toss and roll under him every night. Just because of a word from Zhulu Hou, this mighty king wore a suit of clothes. women's clothing.

Zhao Lu and Prime Minister Zuo entered the main hall, and King Feng was already sitting behind the gauze tent, from here he could only see a figure lying lazily lying on his side projected on the gauze tent.

Zhao Lu was dressed in a black official robe and looked tall. His face was resolute like a knife and an axe. His straight nose and sharp-edged eyes and lips revealed coldness.

Prime Minister Zuo entered the hall and knelt on the ground to pay respects to King Feng, but Zhao Lu didn't kneel nor did he intend to pay respects, he just walked forward and lifted the gauze curtain.

None of the palace people dared to stop him.

Zhao Lu entered the gauze tent, and he didn't know if he did it on purpose, but he didn't care if the gauze curtain wasn't closed, he stretched out his arms to hug Feng Ming who was on the couch, hugged him, and said with a low voice, "I don't think I did." ?”

Feng Ming's face was bright red, and he seemed a little embarrassed, his slender fingers gently hooked Zhao Lu's belt, his slightly long eyes looked at the other party, and he didn't speak, but no one knew what this action meant.

Zhao Lu smiled presumptuously, and didn't pay attention to Prime Minister Zuo who was kneeling outside. The two of them were intimate enough, and then signaled to King Feng that there were still people kneeling outside.

Feng Ming lay lazily in Zhao Lu's arms, and said: "You don't need to be too polite, Ruixue, show Zuo a seat."

Ruixue moved the stool obediently, and sat down for the elderly Zuo Xiang.

Zuo Xiang was a little trembling with anger from Zhao Lu's presumptuous attitude, "Your Majesty, the old minister came this time because he had some differences with the Marquis Zhulu, and I hope that the King will be arbitrary."

"Oh?"

Feng Ming didn't seem very interested, he just followed Zuo Xiang's words: "You might as well talk about it, Mr. Xiang."

"Today, the ministers proposed to take advantage of Xue Guo's lack of troops in the capital and send troops to attack immediately. Otherwise, it will be difficult to win Xue Guo after he marries Princess Teng and recuperates. It's just that Zhuluhou doesn't seem to think so..."

Zhao Lu suddenly cut off Prime Minister Zuo's words, and said, "I really don't think so."

As he said, he took Feng Ming's hand and became irregular, unexpectedly pressed Feng Wang sideways on the couch, under him, stretched out his hand to tear off his collar, and touched along Feng Wang's bare skin.

Feng Ming was so startled that he almost exclaimed, after all there were people outside, and the gauze curtain was not drawn properly.

But Zhao Lu hadn't come to his bedroom for half a month, let alone being intimate. He wholeheartedly thought that Zhao Lu was already tired of him. After all, this person didn't have broken sleeves.

At this time, Zhao Lu suddenly became interested, Feng Ming could only turn his body into soft fingers, and immediately softened his body.

While kissing King Feng's chest, Zhao Lu said: "Xue Junliang is full of tricks. We have been at loggerheads with Xue Guo for so many years. Just imagine how Xue Junliang could be so stupid that the capital is empty and let someone sneak attack. Once our soldiers travel long distances to work In fact, the sneak attack is clearly to accept death obediently."

He didn't say a word, his lips opened and closed, seeming to rub against Feng Ming's skin.

Feng Ming's clothes were just torn apart, not all of them were taken off, and they hung messily on his elbows and waist, making him look slutty. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, but when he thought of going against Zhao Lu's intention, I'm afraid he is not happy, even if he is ashamed, he will follow the other party's wishes.

Zhao Lu watched the corners of the man's eyes slowly turning red, and knew that the other party was emotional, so he turned him over, let Feng Ming lie on the couch, stretched out his hand to take off his clothes, let the whole back be naked, and rubbed him with the palm of his hand. his groin.

He whispered with a low laugh: "My lord Mingjian, is what I said right or not?"

"what……"

Feng Ming groaned softly, restraining the strange sound in his throat, cleared his throat, tried to keep his voice as steady as possible, and said loudly: "I think what Zhuluhou said is right, Prime Minister Zuo didn't think well... "

As he spoke, he trembled suddenly, his hands tightly grasping the scattered clothes under his body, and the person behind him just pushed in without a trace of caress.

Feng Ming gasped for breath, the pain made him break out in a cold sweat, he gritted his teeth and continued, "Master Zuo, if Gu sends troops rashly, Prince Teng is cowardly, in order to please Xue Junliang, will he borrow troops to attack us together? Have you considered it?"

"This……"

Prime Minister Zuo was stunned by Feng Ming's question, what Feng Ming said was indeed true, King Teng had always been timid, in order to survive, he often took refuge in both sides.

After Feng Ming finished speaking, he didn't open his mouth again. He hadn't seen Zhao Lu for half a month, so naturally he couldn't use it later. The pain made him almost faint, but Zhao Lu didn't intend to stop at all. Being persuaded by Feng Ming's voice and retreating, he laughed happily, and the hands clamping Feng Wang's waist became stronger.

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Xue Junliang applied the medicine to Teng Yun. He himself wanted to give the ugly queen a red date. Naturally, he was not in a hurry, and slowly applied it bit by bit.

The ointment was a bit cool, and it seemed to work immediately after applying it. Teng Yun had been troubled by the faint pain on his face, and because he was in a foreign country, he couldn't rest assured, so he didn't have a good night's sleep, and now the pain was gone.

Although Teng Yun didn't like Xue Junliang being so close, there was nothing he could do. The other party applied the medicine very slowly. He was still tense at the beginning, but gradually he couldn't hold it any longer. He felt drowsy and his eyelids were heavy.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak for a long time, Xue Junliang actually fell asleep on the soft couch.

He straightened up, softly ordered Jiang Yu to fetch a cloak, and covered Teng Yun himself.

Jiang Yu whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, the spies of Fengguo will be rewarded." After speaking, he presented a small note.

Xue Junliang took the note, and there was only a row of tiny characters written on it.

——First remove the left phase

The signature is a "kill".