Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum

Chapter 72 The fifth bowl of soup (3)

The fifth bowl of soup (3)

Qing Huan had already won the bet once, and if Emperor Ming Cheng couldn’t catch her again, I was afraid that the emperor’s face would not be able to hang on. So after she cleverly circled the palace a few times, the Emperor Ming Cheng who blocked her in advance was hugged in her arms.

His body was plump and soft. Because he was tightly held in his arms, the huge hemisphere on his chest shook slightly. Emperor Ming Cheng lost his mind, and Qing Huan escaped from his arms again. , He quickly went to fish with eyesight and hands, only to hear a stab, the gauze on the beauty was torn to pieces by him, revealing the body with only a thin tube top and obscene trousers.

She is not thin, but she is not fat. She is in the best condition for gaining one point and losing one point. Her skin is as smooth as cow’s milk. It is said that Chen Qingrong before today is a beauty with no appearance and no temperament, then Chen Qingrong at this moment is really beautiful enough to harm the country and the people!

Emperor Ming Cheng was full of enthusiasm by the obsessive appearance. He had a lot of desires. Although Chen Qingrong was a straw bag, he was better than having a beautiful appearance. He could eat it. Now she seems to be showing a lot of trouble from her bones. The same amorous feelings made him even more irritable.

Pulling the person back into his arms, his rough palms stroked the skin that can be broken by the blow, and his voice asked in a low voice: “I love concubine today and weekdays are different.”

“Don’t the emperor know why?” Qing Huan asked with a smile, slender fingers circled on Emperor Ming Cheng’s chest through the dragon robe, staring at him like silky eyes. “Last night, the concubine was just asleep, but not dead. The emperor moved so loudly in the cubicle that he really couldn’t listen to the concubine?”

Being pierced by her, Emperor Ming Cheng didn’t feel ashamed, and said: “Why does Aifei come to the moon, and can’t serve me?”

“Hmph, the emperor is heart-warming, and you can swallow such goods.” Qing Huan made no secret of his expression of disgust. When Emperor Ming Cheng looked at her so rebellious, a desire for conquest suddenly rose in his heart. The reason why he became less and less interested in Chen Qingrong was because of her straightforward character and love for him. And when she faded from the surface, he suddenly realized that he was quite willing to continue playing with her. “What is that kind of stuff?”

Qing Huan blinked her slender eyelashes and sneered: “Naturally it is tasteless tasteless chicken ribs. If I want to come to the emperor, it is indeed on fire yesterday. Otherwise, not far from the palace of concubines, this is the residence of Duan’s concubine, but the emperor is here. There is a little court lady in the concubine’s hall, isn’t this a dignity and nobility?”

Emperor Ming Cheng said: “If you can serve me as your concubine, I will naturally not look for other women.”

“Okay!” Qing Huan suddenly smiled as if she had some baby, and it was so colorful all over the place in an instant, and it was gorgeous and boundless. “Since this is the case, if the emperor spoils others in the future, it’s no wonder that his concubines are cruel.”

Hearing that, Emperor Ming Cheng laughed out loud, interesting, really interesting! “As long as you have this ability, I will toss with you!”

“The emperor Jinkouyu said, the concubine here will thank you first.” Qing Huan casually thanked him, and his little hand went down and slid over the thin waist of Emperor Ming Cheng. Although this man had a bad temper and was uncertain, he was better than a good-looking Zhang. Qing Huan is unwilling to dedicate her life if she has a fat skin and a sturdy figure. “But before that, let your concubine help you vent your fire first.”

200 words are omitted here.

After Emperor Ming Cheng was satisfied, Qing Huan supported his head with one hand and looked at him lazily, then gently wiped the corner of his mouth with another finger, implying something ambiguously. The lower body that Emperor Ming Cheng had just vented suddenly swelled up again. He cursed in annoyance, grabbed her and kissed her.

He fully felt how delicate and flexible that little mouth was. I haven’t done it before, but I don’t know her mouth is so good. Staring at the red and swollen but bright and dripping mouth, Emperor Ming Cheng couldn’t hold back the anger in his heart, pressed Qing Huan under him, and kissed him all over his body. This was annoyed and said: ” Until you are clean, let’s see how I can clean you up!”

“The concubine will wait and see.” As he said, Qing Huan licked her red lips unconsciously, which caused the Emperor Ming Cheng to be ravaged.

The lunch was used by Emperor Ming Cheng with her, and after the two hugged each other for a while, he went to the Imperial Study Room to discuss matters. Qing Huan sent Emperor Ming Cheng away, said perfunctorily to send the emperor to the emperor, and then squatted on the beauty couch under the corridor.

Emperor Ming Cheng didn’t walk a few steps, and seemed to have thought of something. He turned around, strode back, grabbed the thin blanket in the hand of the court lady, and wrapped Qing Huan tightly. After he had enjoyed this extraordinarily graceful body and tender mouth, he did not want his concubine to have an inch of skin exposed.

And… Emperor Ming Cheng was a little unhappy. Didn’t this little **** say to monopolize him? Why is he going to leave without asking if he will come at night?

After leaving the bed, Qing Huan obviously didn’t treat him so much anymore. To be honest, it is worthwhile to explain to her that Emperor Cheng is also in bed. Seeing Qing Huan as if he hadn’t seen himself, Emperor Ming Cheng realized that he seemed to be thinking too much, so he went away annoyed. Before leaving, Lu Badou glanced at Huan with a shocking look. This concubine Shu has been in the palace for almost a year, but she did not expect to be a lord who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger. She is not as simple as before. Do you want to remind the next emperor that Empress Shu is still a member of the Chen family?

Qinghuan lay down on the beauty couch for another half an hour. It feels great that someone is doing everything to serve her, especially when she sees the weak willow tied to the tree and has been out of breath. When she was less angry, she felt even more interesting, so she was ordered to let her down.

This time, Weak Liu no longer begged her bitterly and begged her for mercy, but looked at her with resentful eyes. However, Qing Huan didn’t seem to notice it, and said with a smile: “If you dare to look at this palace like this, believe it or not this palace will dig out your eyes?”

Although she was laughing, her tone was dark and vicious. She was obviously serious. Weak Liu immediately lowered her head. Her voice was already dumb because of crying and howling, and she was speechless, but she was unwilling to be right. With Qinghuan begging for mercy. Didn’t Chen Qingrong say that they are good sisters, can they share everything with themselves? So why didn’t you give yourself half of the emperor? In the final analysis, Chen Qingrong is nothing more than good words!

Qing Huan didn’t need to look at it to know what was in Wei Liu’s mind. She chuckled lightly, and raised Wei Liu’s chin with her toes-she didn’t like to wear shoes at first, but when Emperor Ming Cheng got up, he insisted on putting them on her.

The condescending look, like looking at an ant, made the weak Liu feel humiliated.

“Why, not convinced? Feel unfair?” Qing Huan asked in a leisurely manner, and then felt amused. “It’s true that the heart is higher than the sky!” He was just a lowly maid, and he didn’t know where he came from.

The weak willow clenched his teeth, and just took over Huan’s body yesterday, he was given refuge soup by Qinghuan’s orders, and now the grains have not entered, plus he has been tied to a tree for so long. The insect bites, and the weak willow can’t hold it anymore. But for some reason, she suddenly refused to show weakness in front of Qing Huan, only that she had to persevere no matter what, and she would never let Qing Huan read the joke.

“If you don’t like to talk, don’t like to talk.” Qing Huan sighed, “Come here, cut off her tongue.”

Hearing this, the weak Liu was shocked, she glared at Qing Huan in disbelief. She didn’t understand why Chen Qingrong, who was also worthy of her sister yesterday, was so cruel today. Is the emperor really so important? Chen Qingrong doesn’t want to share with herself at all? If this were the case… Weak Liu was delighted, if he could **** the emperor over, wouldn’t he be able to trample Chen Qingrong under his feet? ! But the top priority is to keep his tongue, Qinghuan’s expression looks serious.

So she kowtows quickly, and the previous thoughts of nobility and reluctance to bow are gone, as long as she thinks that in the future she can dominate in front of Qinghuan and sit on an equal footing with her, Weak Liu will be very happy in her heart. It’s just to endure a momentary insult, it’s nothing at all!

Her voice was tender and tender, like a yellow eagle coming out of the valley, otherwise Ming Chengdi would not have favored her because of her soft words last night. However, after most of the day’s crying for mercy, Weiliu’s voice is almost broken at this moment, and his voice is low and rough, unsatisfactory: “Please forgive me, forgive me…cough cough, cough… …” As he said, he slammed his head to the ground, and his snow-white forehead was quickly stained with bright red.

Qing Huan laughed: “You have been with this palace for so long, how can this palace be willing to kill you? It just cuts off your tongue and doesn’t want your life.”

As soon as the voice fell, the weak willow stomped even more vigorously. Seeing this, he sighed with joy: “But I thought for a while, if you have a good voice, if you cut your tongue, it will not be beautiful. So let’s go down and get five. Ten boards.”

The beatings in this palace are all exquisite. Now Qinghuan seems to be angry, and the guards are naturally unambiguous when they act. It is hard to say whether the weak willow can withstand the fifty sticks.

To show that he was not so cruel and unfeeling, Qing Huan thought for a while, and said: “If you can pass, this palace will mention to the emperor that you can be a talented person. If you can’t pass, you can only say It’s your hit that deserves such a disaster.”

The weak willow was cursing Qinghuan in his heart. When he heard the sentence after Qinghuan, he was stunned, and his eyes widened with joy! “Mother, Niang Niang…Is it serious?!”

“That’s natural.” In the end, she was also an emperor, so she said nothing.

So Weak Liu smiled with embarrassment, she will survive, she will definitely!

Qing Huan didn’t pay much attention to the ambition of the weak willow. Anyway, she would not let the weak willow die like this. The dark cloud in her heart must be vented through the weak willow!

The thing that you dream of, waits until you get it, only to find that it is different from what you imagined, must it be very interesting?