The tyrant is too fierce!I'm happy with my dear concubine

Chapter 125 The Night of the Full Moon
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The court hall was choppy.

Chu Zhiyu became more and more comfortable taking care of King Qin, but the scars on his fingertips were old and new, and had never really healed.

Sanshui even presented the dagger in front of Chu Zhiyu.

She began to retract her fingers reflexively.

"Hey."

Chu Zhiyu pinched King Qin's cheek in retaliation, "Why are you more like a monster than me, sucking blood all day long, if you catch me sucking it alone, sooner or later you will suck it dry."

"Your face is still a little rosy."

Chu Zhiyu was not satisfied, and murmured in a low voice, "Looking at the people I take care of you, I'm already haggard."

As soon as she touched it, she took out a small mirror from King Qin's pillow and looked at it from side to side, feeling that her face was pale.

The word haggard was written on his face.

"No, you have to make it up to me."

Chu Zhiyu put down the small mirror, and took out the script from under King Qin's pillow.

"You humans often say that there is a golden house in the book, and there is a golden house in the book."

Chu Zhiyu rolled her eyes, revealing a little cunning, lying beside King Qin, pinching a strand of hair and brushing the tip of King Qin's nose.

"Golden House Cangjiao, where am I? Where's the Golden House?"

Her calf was raised, and the hem of the skirt slid down, revealing a section of white and slender calf and exquisite ankle.

There is also a simple gold chain on the ankle.

"Oh no, you pervert have already built a golden house for me, and you still want to keep this fox in it as a pet, you are beautiful."

Chu Zhiyu snorted softly, and took out another plate of pastries from the bed next to King Qin.

Eat it with relish.

Qin Sheng: ...

Without opening his eyes, he knew how his bed had been ruined by this little fox.

I don't know where I learned the habit of building a nest, and everything is piled next to him.

Eat, use, play.

If it wasn't for the fact that the teapot was not easy to pour on the bed, she would not have missed it.

I want to ask why the King of Qin knew about it, because the little fox was lucky enough to let the teapot by King Qin's side once.

Then she was distracted while looking at the story book, laughing wildly, and accidentally knocked the teapot down by herself.

Sprinkled two people all over.

"Tonight is the night of the full moon."

Chu Zhiyu counted the days, thought for a moment, and thought it should be okay.

Over the past few days, the palace people have also been well-behaved and never disturbed at night.

With no one to disturb him, Chu Zhiyu could spend the night of the full moon safely.

As for King Qin lying next to him, Chu Zhiyu yawned indifferently, and took his big hand to gesture to herself.

"Go to bed with you."

Chu Zhiyu stretched, picked up the script again and started.

Qin Sheng maintained his breathing rate when he was in a deep sleep, and took the words "Night of the Full Moon" into his ears.

Full moon night.

Is there something wrong?

When reading a storybook, time always flies by quickly.

As night fell, at the moment when the bright moon hung on the branches, Chu Zhiyu felt uncontrollable fluctuations in her body.

She sealed the doors and windows, just in case.

Then go behind the screen.

Qin Sheng heard the footsteps gradually going away, and slowly opened his eyes.

Behind the screen, a delicate body with bumps and convexities is vaguely outlined, and the dim floor-to-ceiling palace lantern casts an ambiguous color on her.

But the next second.

Clothes fall.

However, within a breath, that beautiful figure suddenly disappeared behind the screen, making one's hair stand on end.

Looking down, a charming and petite fox shadow appeared.

Late at night, weird and evil.

If someone else was here, he would definitely wipe his eyes, and the next second he would cry and howl in horror and crawl out.

However, Qin Sheng acted as expected, not at all surprised.

It turns out that the night of the full moon she mentioned will uncontrollably change back to its original shape?
King Qin thought of the day when he first met this little fox, and suddenly realized.

(End of this chapter)