Chapter 100 The People of Us

"Your Majesty, you...don't you spoil a lot of men? Why don't you know this!" Jing Li's little face turned red and she was very embarrassed. Jing Li was stunned and a little embarrassed. She whispered, "As long as it's a beautiful man, I will like it. At the critical moment, how can I care so much? Come on..."

"Here..." He took Jing Li's little hand and pulled it down. Her soft and boneless hand stroked his navel, then stopped and whispered, "Here it is!"

"Here?" Jing Li suddenly slid down the brocade quilt. Her quick action scared Jing Feng. She immediately sat up and said in a shocked voice, "Your Majesty, what are you doing!"

"Look at it!" Jing Li had a bad smile on his face and pushed Jing Feng down again. Then he was afraid that he was moving. His whole body pressed on his body. His navel was so close that he was much closer to the key part. He saw the little thing fighting spirit and preparing for war. Jing Feng struggled several times, but failed to escape from Jing Li's claws.

"Your Majesty!" He called again in embarrassment. Jing Li smiled and climbed up again and said, "Well, I've seen it all. It's cute."

"Have you seen it all? What do you see?" As soon as he asked, Jing Feng couldn't wait to bite off his tongue. Jing Li smiled strangely, reached out and touched it down and said, "Hurry up. It's going to dawn. We have wasted a long time."

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty...Up...Up..." The slow struggled voice was gone, and there was a wonderful hum in the room, and there was a very strong rhythmic beat.

The moon gradually faded into the sky, and the figure outside the window also turned to the distance outside the room. He looked at the dark sky and wanted to smile, but finally sighed, "Brother Feng, bless you, you finally got what you want."

The next day! When the East is white...

Jing Feng's habit is to get up very early. He is a slave. There are many things to do in a day. Today is the best day for him to sleep, and it is also the earliest day for him to wake up. He dares not move. He looks at the petite person in his arms obsessionly. Her face is crystal clear and snow-white without any blood. Color.

The small soft body still has an endless fragrance. Her body fragrance and her hair fragrance made him very attached. He hugged him slightly, and Jing Feng kissed her hair.

"Poisonous, highly poisonous!" Last night, his conversation with Jing Li immediately broke into his mind. His body shook and he immediately opened his eyes. His hand found Jing Li's right hand and put it on.

Unsmoothing blood, nihilistic and gentle pulse! This attempt made Jing Feng's face paler and paler. His body kept trembling. He looked at the person in his arms with his eyes open, and whispered in shock, "No, it won't! It won't be like this."

"Well..." The sleeping man seemed to be dissatisfied with being disturbed so much. As soon as he turned over, he gave Jing Feng a beautiful back. His whole body turned away. Jing Li's turn would also leave Jing Feng's arms. He wanted to hug her again, but he was afraid of waking her up.

Jing Feng got up gently, and a new dress had been put on the table not far away. Jing Feng walked over and tried it. It was his own size. He knew that it was prepared by the slaves for him, so he quickly put it on and ran to the palace not far away.

"Dong Dong Dong..." He stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, and Jing Feng's face had always been pale. After a long time, a tired voice came from inside: "Who is it!"

"I, Jing Feng!"

As soon as he finished his words, the door was immediately opened. He was dressed in a white night shirt, and his eyes blinked before he woke up. Jing Feng immediately ran over and grabbed his collar and said in an urgent voice, "What's going on? Didn't you say that the emperor's serious illness is fake? Why is the emperor poisoned? Why?"

Poisoning? I haven't seen anyone poison her from beginning to end, and I have also taken a pulse for her from the injury she suffered, and it won't matter if she rests for a few days.

"You...you liar!" Jing Fengqi punched him over and didn't forget to shout urgently, "What are you talking about? You said you had a pulse? Is it possible that I was wrong? Everyone knows that the emperor is dying, but you... you lied to me.

"How come, Brother Feng! Don't listen to other people's nonsense. Will I lie to you? A knife is also a face of helplessness, and the kind of untrusted pain. Jing Feng didn't listen to what he said. He reached out and took his hand, pulled him out of the door and ran to the room where Jing Li lived in Taihe Hall.

"You... let go, what are you doing?" Yi Dao didn't understand what Jing Feng meant. He struggled at will. Jing Feng did not look back. He pulled him forward and said loudly, "Since you and I have different reasons, why don't we check this thing on the spot and go..."

He didn't struggle with a knife. He let Jing Feng pull it and came to Jing Li's room. In the room, the gauze tent fluttered. The woman behind the curtain slept sweetly. She was half lying on **, revealing a small beautiful back. Her face turned red with a knife, and immediately turned away. However, Jing Feng only thought about Jing Li's illness. He turned Jing Li's hand from the yarn. He took it out of the account and whispered, "Measure her pulse."

There were still Jing Li's scattered clothes on the ground, and ** was also wrinkled into a ball, showing their madness last night. The heart of a knife did not know why, but the gambling was particularly bad. He reached out and touched Jing Li's veins. After a long time, he touched it in disbelief. His face was heavy and he said in disbelief, "How could it be? In this way, it's impossible!"

"What's impossible about this? The emperor is carrying heavy poison, but there is no solution. Do you know why she announced that I would come to bed? That's because she wants to fight and see if she can leave a queen for the Great Jing Dynasty.

"How can it be like this? I've always been behind her..." He shook his head in disbelief. Jing Feng came over and said, "That's why we should find out clearly. I'm going to look for Fan Jiangxue. You'd better go to the prime minister's house to have a look."

"No need!" Just as the two people were talking, a lazy voice sounded behind them. A knife and Jing Feng turned around at the same time. Unexpectedly, they saw Jing Li put on his shirt and sat at the head of the bed. His calves and a piece of crystal white skin were exposed. Jing Li looked at the knife and smiled faintly, "A knife, you finally let me catch it."

"See the emperor!" He knelt down with one leg and bent down. Jing Li smiled, stroked his long hair and whispered, "It turns out that you said you are my person, but I still don't understand. Is it the meaning of the late emperor that you have been behind me?"