When the Queen of Crazy Criticism took the HE script and killed it

Chapter 44 Combining work and rest

Zhao Zongheng was suffocated when he heard these words.

It's kind of vengeful.

He looked sideways at the hut and felt that it was built like a big steamer. The mist rising from the bottom of his feet was lingering, and the Sining Pond lying on the wooden couch was like a white, tender and delicious bun.

He pulled the collar of his shirt unnaturally, and walked towards Si Ningchi. The closer he got, the more clearly he could see her exquisite and graceful body, and the white gauze skirt wrapped her waist The sweat from the hot steam soaked the thin shirt on his body, and he could almost see the naked under the skirt...

Zhao Zongheng stopped breathing suddenly, turned his head and rolled his eyes.

"Is the queen trying to get angry with me?" He looked forward, seeing the white mist and heat rising from the room, he felt his whole body was dry and flustered, and his face was also slightly blush.

"Hmph." Si Ningchi snorted softly, seeing himself in such a posture, he was able to sit still and stare ahead, and didn't bother to look at himself.

If he really isn't close to women, he shouldn't be an emperor, he should be a monk...

Si Ningchi got up and raised his hand to wipe away the dripping sweat on his chin, and said in a lazy and casual tone: "How dare my concubine dare to be angry with the emperor."

She stood up wiping her sweat stains and said, "It's really hard to be a queen."

Si Ningchi stepped on the floor and wanted to go out, but accidentally burned the soles of his feet by the heat, exclaimed in surprise, his body suddenly became unstable and fell backwards, one hand lightly supported her waist, which should have stabilized her She lost her figure, but she didn't know what kind of wind he was pulling. Before Si Ningchi could stand still, the hand holding her waist retracted.

Si Ningchi fell firmly into Zhao Zongheng's arms: "..."

The flimsy clothing really couldn't hinder anything, Si Ningchi hurriedly covered his skirt and chest, and looked up at Zhao Zongheng in a panic and shyness.

I thought that what I saw would be embarrassment, or some other expression, but I didn't want to see his abnormally distorted expression.

Si Ningchi: "?"

"The emperor doesn't want to say that concubines are heavy, does he?" Si Ningchi gritted his teeth as he stared at his expression, his eyes were extremely gloomy.

"..."

Zhao Zongheng's lips trembled slightly: "My leg seems to be broken."

Si Ningchi stared angrily when he heard the words: "Zhao Zongheng!!!"

Si Ningchi, who instantly turned into a small beast, rushed towards Zhao Zongheng with all his teeth and claws, as if he wanted to strangle him to death.

Zhao Zongheng easily grabbed her flailing little hand, and pressed her against the wall lightly. What he could see was the woman's chest rising and falling because of anger, a very bright spring color, and his legs were easily suppressed by him Only a pair of big wet eyes stared at her in embarrassment.

I don't know if it's the hot air coming to my head, or some uncontrollable emotions surging up.

Zhao Zongheng lowered his eyes and stared at her for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her red lips that were dripping with moisture, and the tip of his warm and moist tongue gently swept across her lips.

Immediately, Si Ningchi's back went numb, and he froze in place, his eyes widened and he even stopped breathing.

"You're eating Xue Mei Niang." Si Ningchi's mind went blank, and just when he didn't know how to react, the man who suppressed her suddenly uttered such a sentence in a very strange way.

Si Ningchi blinked, and looked at Zhao Zongheng's painful expression in front of him, as if he was accusing her of stealing food behind his back!
"I..." She opened her mouth, trying to defend herself.

"Don't explain, I won't listen." Zhao Zongheng let go of Si Ningchi's hand, stood up and strode away.

"..."

Si Ningchi, who was left with a dazed face, didn't recover for a long time. The dog emperor kissed her to verify whether she ate it or not! ?

Based on what she has learned about the dog emperor for so long, she feels...

Probably! ! !

are you crazy!

Si Ningchi wiped his mouth angrily, and licked his lips with his tongue. She only ate one and could it be discovered?
When Si Ningchi came out of the room, Zhao Zongheng had already left without even leaving a word for her, which made Si Ningchi have to think more, wouldn't he?Can you get angry if you steal a snack?

As the night was getting darker, Si Ningchi washed and lay down on the bed, tossing and turning for a long time without falling asleep. In his mind, he always inadvertently recalled the appearance of Zhao Zongheng leaning over to kiss him in the wooden house, and always felt...

"Ah, dog emperor!" Si Ningchi shook his head, covered his head with his head covered, and forced himself not to think about it.

Inside Xuanming Hall.

Wang Chengxiang lit up the candle, and glanced sideways at the emperor sitting beside the dragon table with his back straight and upright. The ink in the cinnabar pen in his hand had dried up. The strange appearance really makes people suspicious, what happened when the emperor went to Fengwu Palace?

Seeing that the ink on the millstone was almost dry, and the night was getting darker, Wang Chengxiang couldn't help but stepped forward and called, "Your Majesty?"

Zhao Zongheng regained his senses with trembling fingers, and looked up at Wang Chengxiang.

"It's late at night, if the emperor is tired today, why not go to rest earlier?" Wang Chengxiang looked at Zhao Zongheng cautiously and said.

"...No need." Zhao Zongheng lowered his head again, looked at the unread notes on the table, took a deep breath, frowned and began to review.

Wang Chengxiang was muttering in his heart when he saw it, completely trying to understand what the emperor was thinking.

For several days in a row, the emperor was often in a trance. He had never seen such a scene in the years of serving the emperor, and even the court listened to the government.

"Director Wang, what's the matter with the emperor these few days?" Several military ministers noticed the clue, and both of them came to Wang Chengxiang to inquire: "But the emperor is sick?"

"The servant doesn't know either." Wang Chengxiang himself was confused, bowed his body and said: "A few days ago, the imperial physician invited the Ping'an pulse, and the emperor's dragon body is in good health."

"This..." The ministers also felt strange, and they couldn't help wondering if the emperor was tired because of the many court affairs?
Several ministers speculated and discussed for a long time, and decided to speak to the emperor and hold a Cuju competition to let the emperor relax.

Zhao Zongheng rubbed his eyebrows, as if to relieve his fatigue: "Cuju competition?"

Zhao Zongheng was a little surprised by the proposals of the ministers. Looking at the harsh old ministers, he raised his eyebrows: "Why is Mr. Zhu so interested in Cuju competitions this year?"

In the past, when it came to Cuju, they would press as much as they could, and push as much as they could, and they were full of words that as a king, they should not waste their government affairs and play for fun. The appearance of persuasion seems to wish that the emperor would kick Cuju and have fun in person.

"The old minister also remembered for a while that the Cuju competition has not been held for more than half a year. Although it is a recreational event, it is also an excellent combination of work and rest."

(End of this chapter)