The imperial concubine is charming and coquettish, she crazily criticizes the tyrant for spoiling he

Lian Xueyin turned his face away, and coughed slightly uncomfortably.

He said in a stiff voice, "Don't worry about him."

"How can I do that?" Qingkuo's eyes widened, his face full of disapproval, "You don't know how scary it is outside when there is such a big hailstorm, I didn't come back so early, I just happened to go down the mountain, if the king didn't run away Pick me up, I'm going to be trapped at the bottom of the mountain. Either I will go up the mountain again with the hailstorm, or I can only wait to stop, but you see, there is no sign of stopping now."

"He himself was hit so badly by the hail, and his whole body was wet, how pitiful it is!"

"If I had the heart, I would have loved it to death."

Qing Kuo condemned Lian Xueyin and said: "Your Majesty, the king is your pet, just like your own son, how can you not care about him?"

"I just thought about it. Your Majesty looks a bit more powerful. He is the tiger of my dreams. It's a pity that he is a tiger and I am a tree."

"There is a species barrier between us, I'm afraid we won't be able to have love."

"But he treats me so well, he must be more filial to me than my own son."

"Your Majesty, if you are willing, why not give him to me as your son, I will definitely take good care of him!"

Qing Kuo had been thinking about this question when he just took a shower, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was really great.

She looked at Lian Xueyin with sparkling eyes, waiting for Lian Xueyin to nod, she would soon have a big boy.

Unexpectedly, after she finished speaking, before Lian Xueyin nodded, she waited until he tilted his head and coughed violently.

He coughed until his originally jade-white face turned red.

Qing Kuo was puzzled, what happened?
She carefully raised her hand on his chest and slowly gave him comfort, and asked with concern: "Your Majesty, are you still injured? Otherwise, I will help you to lie down on the bed."

Lian Xueyin was seriously injured last time. The so-called recovery from his injuries was just that he was able to get out of bed and walk around like a normal person, not that his internal injuries were really healed.

As far as his empty body is concerned, Qing Kuo really doubts that he was injured too badly so he couldn't survive for too long.

So the more I thought about it, the more nervous I became, and I wanted to get off his lap and help him to lie on the bed.

But Lian Xueyin clasped her waist tightly.

Great strength.

Qing Kuo didn't dare to move any more, she could only stiffen her body and slowly help him out.

Even Xueyin coughed for a long time before she recovered, and her glazed eyes were stained with a layer of crystal mist.

"No nonsense."

Lian Xueyin hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth and squeezed out four words from his mouth.

Qing Kuo looked puzzled, "Nonsense? What nonsense?"

What did she just say?

Give the king to her as her son?

Qing Kuo reacted: "You don't agree? I won't treat him badly, really!"

Facing her swearing promise, Lian Xueyin raised her hand and gently pinched the center of her brow.

"Zhizhi, it's not good to be a son, he's older than you." After a long time, Lian Xueyin found an excuse helplessly.

Qing Kuo was startled and said, "How is that possible? I'm not..."

Qing Qiao was about to say that she didn't know when he started raising the king, but when the words came to her lips, she remembered that Lian Xueyin didn't know that she was Qi Wan, so she hurriedly changed her words, "It's not that I haven't heard But, you only raised the king a few years ago, how could he be older than me? You must be fooling me! No, Your Majesty, you are so opposed, you are not jealous, right? "

"You think I like the king, are you jealous?"