After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Thank you, Nalan Mo went to the bathroom.

By the time the wash came out, the lights in the room had gone out, and only one night light on the wall was glowing yellow.

Nalan Mo went to the couch without squinting and covered the quilt silently.

The voice of Yange came at this time, quietly: "Be careful, can you have Ji Ji in the house?"

Naranmo's word Be careful, the word was given by his hands and teachers.

From the beginning of his memory, he did everything carefully and did not dare to make mistakes.

Now that he is in a high position, few people have called him, and suddenly he was asked by His Majesty the Emperor, he hesitated slightly.

Immediately, the emperor was about to win the crown. It was just when the youth was young, and the young Muai seemed to be human.

Speaking of which, it seems that the emperor has yet to be lucky.

The palace should actually arrange this for the emperor.

His mind flipped, and his voice was mild: "The minister's body is not good. The woman who is afraid of delaying others will never marry a wife. There is no woman beside him."

Yange sighed, "Why don't you care about your children?" If so, if there is a need, how to solve it? "

This is a bit too much to ask.

However, Yange is an emperor, and Nalan Mo only thinks that Yange is a young man who has not yet learned anything. He should be curious about this kind of thing.

Although he has not experienced it himself, he thinks that he is an expert in this respect in the face of the young emperor, so he calmly returns: "The minister has been busy all day and never thought of that."

Even if he did, he resolved it by himself. He had a clean habit, and he did not want to touch a woman who was not pleasing to the eye.

However, he couldn't say that.

It was about talking to the emperor about this kind of thing, and he hadn't solved it for many days, and found out that his body was different.

The emperor in that chamber was still inquiring cheerfully: "Even if you are busy, this kind of thought should still be there? 朕 Every day is also busy, no matter how soon, but always, 唉 ......"

The emperor sighed for a long time. Nalan Mo felt that the matter was after the election for the emperor.

The voice of Yan Song was lowered, and he asked quietly, "Be careful, have you ever seen a drawing book? That's the kind of drawing book about men and women."

Naranmo: ...

That childish picture book he had seen many years ago.

The emperor's lowered voice was a little excited. Nalan Mo listened to this voice, and the pictures of those paintings he had seen before appeared in his mind, and somewhere on the body seemed to be more and more uncomfortable.

He moved his finger, but didn't dare to move, for he was afraid that the emperor would notice his strangeness.

"Your Majesty, this kind of thing is so filthy, which palace man gave it to His Majesty must be deliberate."

Yange laughed: "I bought it on the street. Be careful, you are not too many years away from me. Don't be as pedantic as those old masters. I don't believe you haven't seen this kind of painting book."

After waiting for Nalanmo to speak, Yange asked: "Be careful, do you have any women you admire?"

Have it? Nalan Mo's thoughts drifted away. However, clearly the body was desperate, but there was no image of a woman in his mind. He rolled his throat and said, "No."

The voice of Yange was soft and low: "To think of a person, I want to touch his little hand, kiss his cheek, or hold him in his arms, tear his clothes, and lie with him That kind of thing in a picture book on the bed ... "