An arrogant concubine fell from the harem

Chapter 205 The Emperor Kiss Me?God! (2)

But for some reason, Wu Dalang only kissed me on the forehead, without XXOO me, I actually felt a little empty, and similarly, there was also a little bit of melancholy.

I think I am really a Mao Dun body.

On the one hand, I stubbornly think that when you go to bed to do that XXOO thing, you must be happy with each other. I love him and he loves my man. Humans are higher animals, right? Going to bed, isn't that like a beast?

I thought again, why didn't Wu Dalang want me?Am I unattractive?If Wu Dalang wanted me and forced me to XXOO, and I was lucky enough to be recruited and gave birth to a son and a half daughter, I would not be able to be a queen, at least I would not be buried Tragic fate - damn it, burial!How cruel to kill the living and bury the dead together!
Forget it, don't think so much.

Didn’t there be a saying, there must be a way for a car to reach the mountain.There is another saying: There is no unparalleled road in the sky.

Besides, today's Wu Dalang is not a dying old man, but only five years older than me. He is young, strong, and in full bloom. One step to death.Even if I didn't die one step earlier than him, it would be many years later, it was far away, I was worrying about nothing, looking for trouble in vain.

I got up and had just finished dressing when Dyan came.

Dai'an said respectfully: "The emperor asked, is the concubine Shu awake? If the concubine Shu wakes up, I invite the concubine Shu to go to the west chamber for dinner."

"Dinner?" I blinked my eyes: "Do I have to go to the West Wing for dinner?"

Dai'an said: "Hui Concubine Shu, the emperor said that this is an imperial decree."

Damn, he used the imperial decree to scare me again. Wu Dalang's move is called relying on the power to bully others, and it is also called using the strong to bully the weak again.

I had no choice but to say: "Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go."

When I arrived in the west chamber, I saw Wu Dalang sitting there reading a book with great interest—he is really hardworking and loves reading so much, but what are those broken books so interesting?It's not Gu Long's martial arts novels, nor is it Yi Shu's love novels, but it's like the classical Chinese that I learned in middle school.

Seeing me coming, Wu Dalang raised his head and ordered an eunuch: "Bring the breakfast."

(End of this chapter)