The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 21 How to break the little emperor's blackening 【21】

He is really still a teenager at heart, he doesn't know how to plot tricks, and he just plunges into the gentle village with all his heart.

In fact, in front of Shen Lang, the little emperor was very calm and masculine.

It's just that after all, the one standing in front of him is his own mother, so he acted like a baby unconsciously.

But the Queen Mother couldn't help but feel sour, "You treat her so well, so you really like her so much?"

Jiang Yu frowned, looking a little unbelievable, "What is the queen mother talking about, I want to marry her, naturally because I like her so much."

"Then this Chen Wang's daughter, does she also like you?"

"I'm the emperor, and I'll be her husband in a few days. I don't like me..." He raised his voice slightly, with a youthful clear voice showing an inexplicable and dangerous feeling, "How dare she?"

Empress Dowager: "..."

The queen mother has already foreseen the embarrassing scene of her son marrying a daughter-in-law and forgetting her mother in the future.

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When Qing Mei returned to the mansion, it was already meal time.

The servants had already put the food on the table and stood respectfully by the side waiting.

The food was still hot, but something was missing.

"... Where's Madam?" Qing Mei paused, and took her seat calmly.

The housekeeper hurriedly said: "Madam went out today and no one followed her, and she hasn't come back yet..."

Qing Mei looked at the dishes on the table, and suddenly said: "Among these dishes...is there anything she likes?"

The housekeeper was in a dilemma, and said: "This...Madam has only been here for a day, and the slave doesn't know what Madam likes to eat..."

Qing Mo lowered her eyes lightly, waved her hands and said: "You all step back."

And where is Shen Lang now?
She ate Hesai gracefully in Zuixianju.

Bijaponica porridge steamed with crispy cheese, sauced pig's trotters, drunken chicken, fried chicken wings, fried chicken belly with fresh peppers.

The little belly stretched a circle.

After eating, she gracefully wiped her ruddy mouth, and said casually, "It's still good."

On the other side, Luo Baozhu, who was watching the stunningly beautiful beauty eating: "..."

Come and pinch her personally.

She was closing in on herself out of breath.

How can someone rely on their beauty to cheat for food and drink and still look disgusted?
Such a troublesome beauty like Shen Lang already made people salivate, but this beauty ate up a table of dishes with extreme elegance, which made people's index fingers move.

For a while, the sales of Zuixianju's food skyrocketed.

In order not to attract more people's attention, Luo Baozhu dragged Shen Lang away.

"Aren't you going back to Xiangfu?" Luo Baozhu was a little surprised.

It's only been a day since we got married, and the bride doesn't even go home to eat, what is that like?

Shen Lang waved the white jade fan leisurely, glanced at her when he heard the words, and said, "I'll live in your house, can't I?"

Luo Baozhu hiccupped for a moment: "We've only been married for a day, and you and the prime minister are tired of seeing each other?"

Shen Lang: "Who said that?"

Luo Baozhu: "I saw it from your nostrils."

Shen Lang: "You have a way of farting."

Luo Baozhu: "..."

The more good-looking you are, the higher the rank of Biao swearing?
Finally, Miss Luo said awkwardly, "...will you come out tomorrow?"

Shen Fushui covered his lips with a round fan, and said with a smile, "It depends on the situation."

Luo Baozhu: "..."

"She won't come out tomorrow." Apart from the two of them, a voice as gentle as jade suddenly sounded.

Looking up, he saw a handsome man with black hair and green clothes.

It is the current prime minister.

Luo Baozhu, as the eldest lady of the Luo Mansion, has attended palace banquets many times, so naturally she has met the prime minister.

"Master Prime Minister...?" She looked at Prime Minister, then at Shen Lang.

"You two have a good relationship?" Qing Moyan asked with a smile.

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows, "What does it have to do with you?"

Qing Mei said: "As a husband, if you want to know about your wife, this request does not seem to be too much."

"Our relationship..." Shen Fushui gave Luo Baozhu a wink, "It's hard to say."

Qing Mei: "..." Why can I smell a strong passion?
Luo Baozhu immediately jumped to the side, and said vigilantly: "We have nothing to do with each other, we just met today, not before!"

Listen, what kind of nonsense is this.

After Luo Baozhu said this sentence, he asked again: "What did you mean just now, why didn't you let Yu Yin come out tomorrow?"

Qing Mei faintly smiled and said: "Tomorrow we will be in touch with each other at home as husband and wife, will Miss Luo also ask?"

Shen Lang slowly put out a question mark: ...?
Contact feelings?

No, it's impossible, give up.

The old lady is a woman that stinky men can't get.

Luo Baozhu touched her nose awkwardly, and said with a dry smile: "So, it's good to make friends, good to make friends, haha, I won't bother you two."

After Luo Baozhu left, the two also started to go to Xiang's mansion.

Qing Mei didn't let anyone follow, so the two of them walked slowly, but they were also very quiet, just talking one after another.

"You enter the palace today, what can the emperor ask?" Shen Lang asked lightly.

The light in the dark eyes flickered slightly, "...No."

"Doesn't he know about our marriage?"

"I don't know."

Shen Lang paused slightly as he shook the white jade fan, and said, "Really?"

"Doesn't Madam believe me?" Qing Mo asked back.

Shen Lang: "Give me a reason to believe in you."

Qing Mei: "..."

He pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "...madam and the emperor know each other?"

"We met once." Shen Lang glanced at him, "It's just that I disguised myself as a man that time, so he shouldn't remember me."

Qing Mo didn't know if she breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Madam is honest."

"It's not like someone." Shen Lang cast a cool glance, very pointed.

Qing Mei: "..."

...Lawless, you are talking about the prime minister, do you know that?
What Qing Mei said about contacting the relationship the next day was just moving the place where the official business was handled to the study in the mansion, and then asked Shen Lang to help grind the ink.

But if Shen Huoshui could hold back from being a demon, he wouldn't be Shen Huoshui.

With a smile, she poured the ink into the teacup.

Simple and crude.

The person who dares to order Shen Fushui to grind ink himself must be a prime minister who can pull a boat in his belly.

When Qing Mei finally raised his eyes and was about to drink some tea, Shen Lang served the cup of dark tea very graciously.

She decided to send Buddha to the West.

Qing Mei after taking a sip: "..."

Mouth is pitch black.

The lips are also full of ink.

Shen Lang lowered his head obediently...

slipped.

This series of operations is so smooth and impeccable that people call it an expert.

Since then, Qing Mo Leng never let her approach the study.

Until the emperor and empress get married.

The emperor and empress get married and amnesty the world.

Before that, as the prime minister, Qing Mei had more and more work to deal with a series of matters.

Shen Lang has been waiting for almost half a month, and finally waited until this day, so naturally he couldn't miss the opportunity to watch a good show, so he begged Qing Mei to bring her to the palace banquet.

Qing Mei frowned at that time and said, "No."

Shen Lang was stupefied, so to speak, Qing Mo just disagreed.

With no other choice, Shen Lang had no choice but to sneak into Qing Mei's study in the middle of the night and threaten him with his official documents.

"Are you taking me with you?"

Qing Mei: "..."

"Okay...but don't regret it."

(End of this chapter)