The queen is charming, but powerful ministers lure her to seize power and usurp the throne

The smile in her eyes was a bit narrow, and Gu Heng was instantly sure that she was making fun of him.

The tone of this sentence is very much like some dude coaxing a little girl, saying, "If you wait any longer, I will carry you in."

Gu Heng pinched her face and said, "I won't talk about the far ones for now, only the nearby ones. I have been waiting in the northwest building for these days, and my queen has only come here once. Shouldn't I make up for it?"

Zhe Sang was sitting sideways in his arms. He smiled when he heard this. He put his left arm on his shoulder and took his hand that was touching his face with his right hand. He pinched his throat and said, "I really feel sorry for the Prime Minister. What does the Prime Minister want?" I follow them all”

The slender hand led his hand from the cheek, neck, collarbone, then downward, and finally stopped at the bulging abdomen.

Seeing his dark eyes gradually darkening, she raised her eyelashes and frowned deliberately, looking at him innocently and sympathetically with a pair of watery almond eyes.

Gu Heng is also a normal man. He has been a vegetarian for several months and is full of warm and fragrant soft jade. It would be a lie to say that he is not affectionate.

"Your Majesty, you are causing mischief on purpose."

He exerted a little force on his arms, and Zhe Sang slid into his arms, and the two of them clung to each other.

Knowing that he couldn't do anything to her, Zhe Sang was not afraid of him and nodded in recognition with a smile.

She can hold a grudge, how he treated her before.

Now that the tide has turned, it's his turn to suffer.

Gu Heng lowered his head and kissed her.

It's a little bit if you can ask for it.

He kissed her without any restraint. He pinched the back of her neck with one hand and held her firmly, pressing her towards him without leaving any room for retreat or relaxation.

After a while, Zhe Sang panted slightly and laughed at him, "Is it possible that the Prime Minister can eat me alive?"

Gu Heng's voice was hoarse, "I do think so."

The jade-faced man's cheeks were also stained with a thin blush, Ru Mo's brows were slightly frowned, and his breathing became hot.

Zhe Sang pinched his face and said, "You are really asking for trouble!"

As she said that, she was about to go down, but his body became stiff and panicked.

Gu Heng refused to let go, holding her waist tightly and burying his head in her neck.

There was a soft, soft pain in the collarbone. It couldn't be said to be painful, but it was very annoying.

Zhe Sang had no choice but to go down and the fire would burn him.

Coaxing him, "Relax a little, and I'll help you." Gu Heng paused, with obvious joy in his eyes, staring straight at her.

Zhe Sang regretted it a little.

"How to help?"

Gu Heng felt like there was sand in his throat, which made his heart itch.

Zhe Sang watched him, silently took out a hand, moved it down, and held it through his clothes.

Gu Heng froze, his peach blossom eyes extremely beautiful.

"Just like that?"

Zhe Sang's face turned red and he took out his hand, "Dislike it? Just forget it."

Gu Heng just smiled and let her take her hand away, suppressing the boiling blood alone.

There was a slight sweat on his forehead, and he seemed uncomfortable.

Zhe Sang gave him another chance, "Really?"

"Don't dirty your hands, queen."

He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on her eyelids, and then loosened the grip on his hand, "My queen, please go outside and let me sit alone for a while. It will be fine."

Zhe Sang walked a few steps and saw him sitting there alone, feeling very uncomfortable. He also thought that it was rare for the two of them to meet once, and he was going to another place and didn't know how long it would take before he could come back.

He always puts his own feelings first.

Zhe Sang went back and said, "Gu Heng, let me help you."

Gu Heng was so soft-hearted, but he still refused, "I don't want to wrong your Majesty."

Between the beds, Zhe Sang has always been passive. Gu Heng sometimes wonders if he is forcing her, but he has to shoot when the arrow is on the string. He often blames himself for not being gentle enough with her.

Now that she was pregnant with a child, it was hard work, and he couldn't bear to ask her to do such a thing for him.

Zhe Sang ignored him, sat in his arms again, and reached out to help him.

Gu Heng groaned, unable to say any more words of rejection. (End of chapter)