MTL - What an Audacious and Sly Servant!-Chapter 118 never expected

Mei Meixia is an opinionated person.

Especially when she thinks that one thing is worth trying, any obstacle will become her motivation.

For example, one night, it was on the eve of telling who the throne of the emperor would be.

Mei Qiandeng was sitting in a red suit with Chu Yan.

Chu Yan was a little panicked: "Why do you look so good today?"

"Erythrina flowers are about to bloom. I want to take a picture."

Chu took a sip of Chinese wine and thought about Mei Qiandeng's reason. I always feel a bit far-fetched, but since the daughter-in-law is happy, everything is right.

He was restless again and asked, "Why are you interested in drinking with Reward Moon?"

"Song Ge said that I was a person who didn't understand Fengyue. I suddenly wanted to ask the moon and spring breeze for advice."

Chu Yan drank the wine in the glass, alas, why his wife has become more and more advanced recently ...

But he was still very happy. "Song Ge is right, you don't understand Fengyue. If you understand, I might have a son a few years ago!"

Mei Qiandeng was not angry, and even smiled, faintly returned: "It seems that the emperor is not much better."

"... That's right."

Mei Qiandeng added some dishes to Chu's bowl and asked him seriously: "Have the emperor ever thought that if I was a person hiding behind someone's back and eager to protect, would you treat me differently? ? "

Chu Yan was silent.

If it wasn't for a maverick lantern, he would often jump off his feet and make him powerless to resist.

If it weren't for a self-improving Mei Qiandeng, he would always be protected from harm and give him a sense of security.

If it weren't for a genuine Mei Qiandeng, he would never try to please him because of his identity, and covet fame and fortune. Even generously traded all the fame and fortune for a simple peace of mind.

"I just like you now, no if."

Even if he doesn't speak sweet words and coquettish, even if he dares to kick him out of bed, even if there is no woman's consciousness, he still likes Mei Qiandeng like this.

Mei Qiandeng did not continue this topic, she turned to look at the tree shadow mother-in-law in the wind. Then he hooked his mouth and poured wine to Chu Yan, "Will the emperor take me to the roof to see the stars?"

"Yeah!"

...

Chu Ming clearly remembered that he was looking at the stars, twinkling and twinkling, how he changed his appearance in a blink of an eye.

When he rubbed his pain until his head was about to burst from the dragon bed, he was sorely awake, it was already three strokes in the sun, Chu Xun patted his thigh subconsciously: broken! I missed it early! Then I remembered, oh, today Hugh Mu. So stupidly sat on the bed and calmed for a moment, scratching some sporadic cricket fragments last night in his mind.

Seems like a spring dream?

"Little mirror!" Chu Yan growled suddenly.

The small mirror flew in from the door instantly. "Emperor, you wake up!"

"What about Mei Qiandeng?"

"Emperor, have you forgotten? Girl Mei got a mouthful and let the richest man in the money to redeem the lady from Qian's house. He was already driving the Qian's ship, and she took a group of Di Si Niang's army to the sea overnight. "

Mother, he knew that Mei Qian's lamp was not right yesterday!

Chu Yan was burning in anger and had nowhere to vent.

The ink watch jumped off the beam of the house in time and handed it to Chu Yi a letter. "Emperor, this is the letter that Mei asked me to forward to you."

Chu Yan was not busy opening the letter, but asked Mobiao, "You were here last night?"

Ink table nodded.

"Isn't Mei Qiandeng ..."

Mobi rushed to answer: "Yes, emperor, girl Mei got down in the wine last night, and then let you sleep."

The blood and swells in Chu Yu's abdomen, he felt that his internal injuries were very severe, and he was about to vomit blood!

On the opposite side, Mo Biao and the small mirror saw Chu Xiong's chest on the bed, then covered her mouth and retched twice. Very distressed look.

Mo Biao has always been bold, "Will the emperor not remember it?"

Remember, I do n’t remember very clearly.

That was his first night!

How precious!

Chu Yan stared at Mo Biao, who thought Chu Bing was going to get angry, and was about to let his legs back. But Chu Xi shouted, "You all peeked, right? Tell me the details."

emperor! I'm a big yellow girl and it's not good to portray that kind of thing to a man.

Ok? !!

Mo Biao was forced to sacrifice Chu Chu's prestige. He started talking about Mei Qiandeng's humming Chu Chu back to the room. He talked about how Mei Wuxia robbed Chu Chu's clothes boldly, and how he studied Chu for a while. The uncle's boy chicken, how to open his door to the new world with his hands up and down, and how Chu Yu's awakening as a male later countered Mei Qiandeng. Between back and forth, the bed could be taken apart.

"The emperor, although you didn't do much for the first time, explained it quickly. But soon, you will regain your strength, and you will have another 300 rounds with Mei Wuxia!"

"Only three hundred? Thousands of men in the book are pumping at every turn ..."

The corners of the ink table were drawn, deeply thinking that it was too late for the emperor to insist on how many times he had drawn. But he still comforted him: "Emperor, I'm an imaginary number. After all, it's easy to have a pin-eye when you see more of this thing. I only listened to it later."

Chu Yan gave a glance at the ink form. Suddenly he went over the bed, dropped the quilt, and sure enough he found less noticeable blood on the black silk sheets. Prove that the upheaval last night was not a spring dream.

"Go and yell at Song Ge!"

"Yes……"

He didn't wait for Song Ge to wait for the Linxian King who had to live in the palace. When he heard the gossip of the gossip, he brought the female with a light and first came to the fun.

Lin Xianwang bluntly said, "The emperor's beloved one is gone?"

The woman who lights the lamp makes the situation even worse: "I heard that the emperor finally embraced the beauties, but you actually got the beauties immediately after getting the benevolence, and you couldn't get home!"

"..."

Chu Yan was so angry that he didn't know what to say, and wanted to drive people out. It can be counted that their combined age is so old, respect for the elderly is a noble character.

Chu Yan decided to ignore them.

However, the Linxian Wang and the Lighting Lady did not consider themselves elderly.

They aimed at the treasure in Mingjue Temple.

At this moment, the lighting lady continues the topic of just before: "Emperor, if you can trust me, I can send you some secrets in the room that are not passed on to the world."

Chu Yan's eyes rolled around, refusing to continue to ignore them.

King Linxian made a circle in the Mingjue Hall and stopped in front of the large washbasin where Hai Axiang was placed. The wind was light and light: "A thousand years of Hai Axiang is a good thing."

After knowing that Yu Qing was misbehaving, Chu Yan was very angry, and he had never touched the agarwood, but he was not willing to throw it away.

Now when I heard the king Lin Lin so proud, secretly renewed interest in this beauty and beauty.

Then ... don't violently destroy the heavens in the future?

"Sea agarwood is extremely overcast, suitable for women. It is easy for kidneys to be used by men. The emperor loves beauty, but she also needs to take care of her body." Linxian Wang Youyou finished her speech, and she was very deliberate.

Chu Chu, who bids farewell to the young virgin at first, listened, but his face was so dark.

"The emperor might as well give it to the king. The king is not close to being a woman, and he is not worried about kidney loss." Without waiting for Chu Yi's consent, the king of the immortals reached out and took out the water scented incense, throwing off the water beads on it, manners. Graciously hide things in your arms.

Song Ge Lao happened to enter the door, and when he saw the emperor, his emperor was bullied by the two immortals and made 10,000 grievances. Rarely gave birth to some passion for the care of the Lord, rushed to drive them away fiercely. Turning back and reassuring Chu Xi, he asked: "Emperor, what's wrong with the little lamp?"

So Chu Min took out the letter left by Mei Qiandeng and told her what she did last night to Song Ge.

The old man in Song Ge had a voice, but he just handed him a melon seed as a good show.

The old man came to Chu Yan and asked, "Emperor, how does it feel to be overpowered by the overlord?"

Chu Yan blushed, shy than the older girl, and glared at Song Ge for a long time, and replied carefully: "I can't remember the details, and it's pretty cool overall."

Ouch, it's a pity the first time ...

"How about chasing her to accompany her?"

Song Ge Lao sneered, "Emperor, you know this is an unrealistic idea." Otherwise, Chu Qi went chasing for a long time, how could he sit here and be dissatisfied. Look at Chu Yun, the left face says "loneliness and coldness", and the left face says "rolling for comfort".

The monarch of a country, if it is repeated again and again, willful, is a faint monarch.

Song Ge kept the letter left by Mei Qiandeng, and the letter roughly explained the plan of the trip to the sea. "Xiao Deng has always been an obedient child. Since she dares to go, it is a must-do for her. The emperor should know her temper better than her husband."

The first sentence of the letter: The emperor forgive me. I have a desire that I can't control myself, but a strong desire to protect.

Song Ge Lao Shen thought that Mei Qiandeng's self-summary was very good. He gave Chu Xi an in-depth analysis: "If the protection of the small lamp is 100%, one point is placed on the flowers and plants of the morals of the rivers and lakes, and the kittens and puppies, and the remaining ninety-nine points are set on the emperor like a human. The meaning of the sentence, the old man's straightforward translation is that the mother-in-law dared to bully her people, and she wanted to let Yu Qingru take her away.

The second sentence of the letter: Think about it, and make the best choice, whether you can eliminate the emperor's anger by three points.

Song Gelao translated: "In the past, the old man showed so many pictures of the Spring Palace to the small lamp. Her face was not red and heartbeat, and she was very calm. However, she came up with such a brilliant solution last night. The emperor, you can think of her. Drunk thrown on the bed, can go to sea smoothly, isn't it? Her explanation is too deliberate, it is simply an excuse for trying to sleep with you. "

Chu Yan empowered, right! Mei Qiandeng didn't like to justify himself, it was abnormal.

He was happy and voted for Song Ge's worship. Ginger is still old and spicy, seeing Mei Qiandeng at a glance.

The third sentence of the letter: Don't miss the emperor, Angelica when spring comes to fall.

Chu Zheng answered quickly: "In fact, Mei Qiandeng is to make Xie think of her every day, and look forward to her returning like a wife and a stone!"

Song Ge Lao gave him a bitch's teachable look.

"The emperor, take this opportunity to exercise your physical fitness, and wait for the little lamp to come back and cure her slowly."

Correct! That's it!

Chu Yi suddenly found the motivation to live the day.

In the afternoon, a decree flew out of the palace. Tell the world: Li Mei's later, Feng Cishun Queen. Today, the queen travels to the East China Sea to make Chu Hailue a big one. The return date is the time of the big wedding.

Chu Xi personally finished the decree, and was a bit tired. When I walked to the corner of the Royal Study Room, I sat down on the side of the small case that was often prepared for Mei Qiandeng. On the case, there were several books that Mei Qiandeng hadn't read. Chu Yan turned it around at will, and at the top was a collection of poems.

On the page just turned over:

Zunqian plans to return dates, said Chun Rong before he spoke, and his life is a sentimental idiot.

Lige and Mo refurbishment, a song can teach bowels. You have to see all the flowers in Luocheng.

Chu Yan frowned, and threw the collection of poems away.

What sour poem!