The Almighty Beloved Wife of Time Traveling

When they arrived at the imperial study room, Su Le'an walked in with the piano in his arms, only to see that the room was not a room full of enchanting nude women as imagined, but the emperor was lying on his side on the couch next to the desk, taking a nap.

The setting sun shone from the west window onto Kuang Jinnian's body, coating him with a layer of light gold. The cold brows seemed to be softened, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing. He was so handsome. Suffocating.

Su Le'an was stunned, and even stood in front of the door with the piano in her arms, forgetting to go in, as if she was afraid of alarming the heavens and humans.

The pair of phoenix eyes, which were illuminated by the sun, opened suddenly, and the corners of the beautifully curved lips were rarely ridiculed: "Have you seen enough? Director Su."

Su Le'an came back to his senses, secretly annoyed that he was obsessed with ghosts and thought that the dog emperor who oppressed and exploited him was good-looking, and he was so fascinated that he lost his soul. He lowered his head and said, "I am so shocked by His Majesty's emperor's demeanor, so I am so offended..."

"Heh." Kuang Jinnian was bathed in the soft golden light, raised his slender knuckles and tapped towards the piano stand: "Let's start."

Su Le'an carried the piano and walked over to set it up, plucked the strings twice to test the tone, and asked nonchalantly, "Your Majesty, why haven't the ladies come here yet?"

Kuang Jinnian's face was delicate, and the smile in his eyes faded: "Boss Su is looking forward to it? Or, without them, you can't even play the piano. If your fingers are useless, why not cut them off?"

Su Le'an didn't know why he lost his temper again. Anyway, every time he was so eccentric, it was because he was in a bad mood. As long as he didn't caress the emperor along his hair, he wouldn't really do anything to him. Changed the topic: "The emperor wants to hear today. What tune?"

"You can do whatever you want." Kuang Jinnian sat slanted on the dragon chair, eyes slightly closed as if sleepy.

Su Le'an thought for a while, anyway, it seems that the dog emperor is not of any nature today, even though he is interested, he can't be hard... So he played an ancient song to help sleep on his own initiative.

"Cuizhu, did you hear that? Director Su didn't play that kind of naughty song today?"

"This song...is so gentle and pleasant to hear."

The two court ladies sat on the steps in front of the door with their chins propped up, their faces full of intoxication.

"What are you two doing sitting here?" The majestic man's voice broke the quiet and beautiful evening, and the melodious piano sound stopped abruptly.

"Ah, Prince Regent Ann!" The two maids hurriedly bowed their heads in salute.

Situ Mei waved her hands and strode towards the imperial study, "I heard that the emperor didn't announce to the noble concubines today?"

The two court ladies followed behind him, and before they could speak, Situ Mei kicked open the door of the Imperial Study Room with a loud bang: "Is the Emperor here?"

Kuang Jinnian was pressing on Su Le'an, and the dragon robe covering his waist was blocking the vital parts of the two of them, but seeing Su Le'an's face flushed with pain, it was not difficult to imagine what was going on underneath.

The emperor looked displeased, and asked coldly: "Is there something wrong with the regent?"

"Hehehehe... Your majesty is really in a good spirits. I was rude. I thought you were in poor health today, but I didn't think about it..." Situ Mei took a step back: "I heard that the emperor and President Su are very affectionate. , I never thought, even the symptoms of yin deficiency have been cured? Director Su is really very capable."

Kuang Jinnian restrained himself, and said in a hoarse voice, "I wonder if the Prince Regent can discuss this matter again in the future? I am... busy with important matters."

"Of course, of course, your majesty please let me go, I will leave."

Kuang Jinnian lowered his head and held Su Le'an's lips. Su Le'an's eyes widened. He seemed to see Situ Mei smiling when they saw the two of them kissing like this when they left.

When the door was closed again, Su Le'an pushed away Kuang Jinnian who was still sticking to his lips, and pulled on the pants that he had torn off: "You!"

"It's my fault." Kuang Jinnian raised his eyebrows and glanced at Su Le'an, and straightened his clothes: "It's hard for you today, just let the Ministry of Internal Affairs send you 100 taels of gold later."

"I'm not here to sell it. Kiss me 100 taels...what? Yellow...gold?" Although Su Le'an knew that he had a lot of money in his vault, he couldn't remember the password and couldn't touch it. Now 100 taels of tentacles Can be very excited.

Kuang Jinnian narrowed his eyes: "Are you still short of gold?"

"None! Of course I don't." Su Le'an is gearing up, he is now a poor man without a dime.

"You are not humble, but you are crying poor here." Kuang Jinnian raised his hand to pinch Su Le'an's chin, and rubbed his lips flushed from kisses with his thumb: "I am hard."

"What...what?" Su Le'an was taken aback, and looked down to see his tent propped up, which was not small.

Kuang Jinnian approached, and whispered charmingly: "Add 1000 taels more, and help me lick it out."

"Scholars can't be humiliated! I..." Su Le'an had to admit, he hesitated shamefully, and then his head was pushed down, and he could feel the burning sensation through the fabric.

"Ouch—" Su Le'an didn't dare to vomit in the imperial study room. When he went out, he lay on the side of the pillar and began to retch. Fortunately, he couldn't resist. Before Kuang Jinnian took off his trousers and stuffed the big man over, he sternly refused. Although I lost 1000 taels, but... still very painful.

He is a small citizen, but he has never seen so much gold.

But...it's still unacceptable for a man, and a man with such a large scale.

Su Le'an went back to the East Factory gloomily. Just as she sat down and didn't have a sip of tea, she heard a commotion outside the door. When she looked up, she saw a row of Tianxingwei in gold, blue and black clothes, bringing an unkempt old man in: "Director Su, this The person is Wang Sheng, we have already caught him, and he was the one who tampered with your soup earlier."

Wang Sheng was thrown on the ground, raised his blood-soaked hand and crawled towards Su Le'an. There was a row of blood marks on the ground: "My lord, I know clearly, the little one didn't know that the medicine was for you, and he acted on orders. The little one is a dealer in the Western Regions." A small drug dealer, how could that dog have the guts to harm you!"

"You get up first..." Su Le'an softened his heart, got up and approached to help him up, but saw a silver light flashing from Wang Sheng's fingertips, he hurriedly jumped sideways to avoid the sharp knife.

"Dog thief! Give me back my son's life!" Wang Sheng's eyes were blood red like poison, and he slashed at Su Le'an again with a knife.

Su Le'an didn't expect that Wang Sheng, an old man who was over sixty years old, could be so agile. He looked like a Lianjiazi, and he was stabbed if he couldn't dodge it.

"Ah! Ahh!" Wang Sheng's wrist holding the knife was cut off by the sword that appeared in the sky, and blood spattered on Su Le'an's face.

With a jingle, Wang Sheng's hand and the knife fell to Su Le'an's feet, and he was stunned, watching Wang Sheng kneel on the ground and howling.

"My lord, the little one's help came late." Lang Run's male voice sounded, and the man handed over a clean white veil.

Su Le'an looked up and saw the handsome smiling face of the man beside him. He took the handkerchief with slightly trembling fingers, wanted to thank him but remembered something, and said in a low voice: "Mo Ye, you are back, why are you later than scheduled? Two days?"

Mo Ye, the closest confidant of the original owner, is extremely capable. He once belonged to Feiying, the number one assassin organization in Jianghu. Legitimate rights, from now on loyal to the original owner.

Mo Ye's dark red blood pupils only faded away when he looked at Su Le'an, and he smiled kindly: "On the way, I happened to meet a group of "friends" from the rivers and lakes, so I had a drink with them. "

Su Le'an saw the wicked eyes in his eyes when he talked about those friends, and frowned and asked, "Just drinking?"

"Skull wine tastes good, do you want to try it?" Mo Ye's eyes looked crazy.

Su Le'an held back his nausea: "Take him down."

Mo Ye raised his hand to let the people of Tianxingwei drag the people on the ground down: "Boss, Mo Ye will help you find out who poisoned you."

Only then did Su Le'an realize that the original owner's death was not caused by a heart attack, but that he accidentally ingested the colorless and odorless Western Region poisonous juice mixed in the medicine, causing heart failure: "How to check?"

Mo Ye stared at Su Le'an devoutly: "That person just now, I will let him grow his mouth, so you don't have to worry about it anymore, so as not to dirty your hands."

Su Le'an remembered something, frowned and said, "Let's go together."

Mo Ye was taken aback for a moment, and said with a smile, "My lord is so rare to be in a good mood, so I let you review the methods of your subordinates."

The East Factory was dark and airtight, and a few skylights were opened on the top to cast dim light. The bloody smell in the interrogation room was very strong, like silted mud being stirred, and the smell of rotting meat that could not be melted was disgusting.

Seeing the various instruments of torture in the stone room, Su Le'an could barely hold back his vomit, and his face was tense to maintain the brutal persona that others called murderous.

Mo Ye dragged Wang Shengti, who had lost his hand, to a wooden board nailed with densely packed nails. The hand Wang Sheng was dragging was no longer bleeding and was rotten white, and he lay dying on the nails, moaning in a low voice. : "Su dog thief...you will die..."

Su Le'an pursed her lips.

"Boss Su won't bother you to worry about it. It's better for you to worry about your own death." Mo Yeban squatted down and patted Wang Sheng's old face with the back of his hand, and waved: "Bring the things up."

The two Heavenly Star Guards hugged a flat door panel and placed it on Wang Sheng's bound hands and feet according to Mo Ye's instructions, "Hiss, cough cough."

"How about..." Su Le'an couldn't bear to see the old man with the broken hand pressed against his stomach by the door, and was about to say forget it.

Mo Ye sneered and asked: "Boss Su thinks it's not enough? Come on, put on the weight, and add ten catties and ten catties. Come," he lightly supported Su Le'an's back with his palm: "Boss, you sit here, just watch it .”

Su Le'an frowned. The door panels placed horizontally on Wang Sheng's stomach were already heavy enough, but they still placed 10-jin iron lumps one by one, and put 5 pieces in a row, which is equivalent to a child standing on the body of the tortured person, crushing Wang Sheng mourned and spat out blood.

"Why don't you say it?" Mo Ye smiled and picked up a red-hot iron from the stove, bent over and squeezed Wang Sheng's mouth: "Then don't want your tongue, ah, anyway If you are literate, if you can’t speak, write by hand.”

Wang Sheng was shaking like a Sekon, his old face was sallow with sweat dripping down his face.

"Okay, have backbone!" Mo Ye grinned grimly and was about to stuff the tip of the soldering iron into Wang Sheng's mouth. The action was so fierce and fast that it was not a joke at all.

Su Le'an couldn't stand it anymore, and stopped her sharply: "Enough!"

"I said, I said...it's the emperor!" At the same time, Wang Sheng hissed.

Mo Ye threw the soldering iron back to the carbon ash, looked at Su Le'an thoughtfully, and his eyes fell on Wang Sheng's face: "Go on, how is the emperor?"