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Chapter 7 Crazy criticism of the heirless tyrant vs. the delicate and soft little eunuch (07)

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Jiang Li swallowed her saliva in frustration.

She bit her lower lip tightly and stretched her trembling hands towards Song Chengyin's pants.

The moment she was about to grab the waistband of her pants, she lowered her head tightly, leaving only a thin slit for her eyes.

Just when she was about to step forward and take off her pants, her feet were pinched by the loose palace clothes she was wearing.

Pfft!
  Jiang Li fell forward uncontrollably. In panic, she hurriedly looked for support and grabbed Song Chengyin's pants with both hands.

With a thud, as her body fell to the ground, Song Chengyin's pants were also taken off.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, forgive me!"

Jiang Li hurriedly loosened Song Chengyin's pants as if she had caught a hot potato, and knocked her head heavily on the ground to apologize.

Song Chengyin frowned. Is he so scary?
  Looking at Jiang Li who was trembling, he said solemnly: "Raise your head."

Jiang Li did not dare to disobey the emperor's order, so she had no choice but to raise her head.

The first thing that comes into view is the man's slender and straight legs, and then the huge thing between his legs!
  Jiang Li, who had never seen such a scene before, turned red, so red that she could almost bleed!
  At this time, she no longer cared about the emperor's orders, and hurriedly lowered her head and buried it firmly on the ground.

Song Chengyin looked down at himself, and then at Jiang Li, who was kneeling in a small ball at his feet.

Is this... your pride hurt?

After thinking of this possibility, Song Chengyin stopped embarrassing Jiang Li and turned towards the hot spring.

With a popping sound, Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief.

This horse riding is so exciting!
  [Host, calm down, calm down. 】

The system that was sleeping in Jiang Li's sea of ​​consciousness was awakened by her rapid heartbeat.

Jiang Li took a deep breath, and all that came to mind was the horrifying scene she just looked up to see.

Really, really big. “You can’t even get your concubine pregnant?”

[The tyrant injured his roots during his early battles, which resulted in no heirs. However, the host can rest assured that the system will produce high-quality products. Whether it is the tyrant's person or his life, it will be good. 】

Jiang Li: "..."

Song Chengyin soaked in the hot spring for about a stick of incense. After thinking that Jiang Li might have had his pride hurt, he did not let Jiang Li change his clothes, but called the other father-in-law.

As Song Chengyin walked out of the inner hall, Jiang Li, whose legs were numb from her knees, could finally stand up.

Song Chengyin did not rest when he returned to Yangxin Hall, but continued to sit in front of the jade case to review the memorial.

The emperor hadn't even slept yet, so servants like Jiang Li had no reason to rest first.

They could only wait in the Yangxin Hall with their eyes wide open and stay alert, waiting for the emperor to send them.

Jiang Li was used to staying up late, so she wasn't too sleepy at this point. Plus, the cool breeze coming from outside the window made her even less sleepy.

Boom——

As the coolness hit, a muffled thunder suddenly fell from the sky.

Looking at Song Chengyin who had just finished bathing and was wearing thin clothes, Jiang Li looked around and finally saw the purple cloak on the shelf nearby.

She quietly walked aside and took off her cloak, then walked lightly to behind Song Chengyin, leaned over and put the cloak on his broad shoulders.

"Your Majesty, it's cold at night, be careful of catching wind chill."

As she approached, a faint scent of pear penetrated the tip of Song Chengyin's nose.

He looked sideways subconsciously, and was shocked when he met Jiang Li's watery almond eyes.

After being reminded by other father-in-laws, Jiang Li had wiped off the ink stains on her face with a handkerchief. However, she could not wipe them all off because there was no mirror, and there was still a small patch on her cheek.

Looking at the extra piece of ink on her cheek, Song Chengyin reached out his hand out of nowhere...

(End of this chapter)