Your Majesty, the Empress Runs Again

"Shh!" Qingxu sneaked a glance at Qin Ao, afraid that he would be punished by. Even if this girl was mischievous and caused him headaches, if something bad happened to her, he would still feel sorry for her.

With Qin Ao's capabilities, he could naturally hear Steamed Bun's words. He too felt that he was sick. There was a pile of unprocessed memorials in front of him. If he ran to the Zither Phoenix Hall and stood there, then he must have been possessed. Qin Ao turned around and left. Everyone watching his back had the illusion that the Emperor was fleeing in panic. All of them lowered their heads. Their lives were more important, so they must have been mistaken.

It was already two days later for Shen Xin to take another breath of fresh air. When she opened the door, her hair in a mess, she looked like she was about to cry. F * ck, Chinese culture is too f * cking profound! How is this a simple Sedan Buddha? Can anyone tell her why someone was able to concoct the poison together with the Syto Buddha and the Chun medicine?

As expected, he could not offend women. This Consort Lin wanted to completely prove that he was the Queen. However, he had ran over on a whim to scare her, and she wanted to poison him with that poison. If he didn't know anything about poison, he would have been poisoned long ago. A queen whose lower body reeked but could not stop breathing must have been dipped in a pig cage.

"Who's been here before?" Shen Xin's eyes were about to spew fire. What kind of man would dare come to his place? Even through the door, she could feel that a thick male hormone was seducing her. If it wasn't for her self-control, she really would have become a female descendant.

"Miss, the Emperor has come. You can still feel someone coming this time, it's really amazing. " Steamed Bun would always be Shen Xin's iron fan. In the past, when their young miss closed the door, she didn't even know that her eyebrows were on fire. Miss always said that it was impossible to do two things at once. Seems like Miss has already managed to do two things at once.

Shen Xin could not bear to tell Steamed Bun that he was accidentally tricked and only found out that someone had come. He could not bear to disillusion his lofty image in Steamed Bun's heart and so, he decided to not say another word. She wanted to eat even more now. She was really too hungry.

"Miss, the food is ready. "Hurry up and wash up, then you can start using the chopsticks." Qingxu had long memorized Shen Xin's habits and had prepared hot water and food beforehand.

Sitting in the bath, the skin on Shen Xin's back was screaming in pain. He had only wanted to study the difference between ancient and modern poisons, but he didn't expect that after being drugged with the aphrodisiac, his body would feel empty and empty. In order to maintain his rationality, Shen Xin had no choice but to lie flat on the ground and rub his back against the ground to soothe the anxiety in his bones.

After greeting the eighteen generations of Qin Ao's ancestors in his heart, he almost lost all reason because of a stallion. In her previous life, she would rather work harder than trample over her body for the sake of completing the quest earlier. Being an agent was undoubtedly sad. Everything she owned was given to her by the organization. However, she had always believed that even if her life could be given to the organization, her body could only be hers.

She didn't know whether she was stubborn or paranoid, but it was this persistence that made her feel that she was not much different from an ordinary person. In her spare time, she could still chat with the old people in the park. She could go to the supermarket to buy her favorite dishes, and she could also have dinner with the people she liked …

He who has good feelings towards others, he who has good feelings towards others, ha! She had almost forgotten what that person looked like, and it was only good feelings towards him. But having a good impression was fatal, she really wasn't suitable to have any feelings. The corners of his mouth pulled back mockingly, no longer recalling, letting the bitter silence and the loss of the gears of time.