Magic cool husband only loves his naughty wife

It's said that a concubine who recently entered the palace was thrown into the cold palace. Having no power and status in the harem is tantamount to having no protective film in the wild and being bullied by jackals and beasts.

"Is that bad? What if so? " Han Junrong suddenly bent over her shoulder and bit hard across her clothes.

"Ah..." a cry of pain and happiness escaped from her little mouth. The emperor liked to tease her unexpectedly. Although it was painful, it was exciting.

"Hum." Han Junrong smiled and snorted. There was still a woman in the world who could not be his prisoner. He wanted whoever he wanted,

Who can stop him, and who can have such courage, but the damned woman is so proud and her wings are so hard that he can't break down.

"Emperor, I'd better let my concubine serve you." The slender thin white catkin stretched out to his waist and was about to stretch out her hand to pull off his belt, but her hand touched his belt and was pressed by his hand.

"Emperor, what's the matter?" Princess Qin Ming looked up at him in amazement, and a look of doubt flashed from her cat's eyes.

"I'm not in the mood tonight." Han Junrong reached out and pulled her hand, then pushed her away without nostalgia and turned over from the soft collapse.

"Emperor?" Imperial concubine Qin Ming looked at his stopped back a little sadly and watched him sort out his messy clothes. Her uncomfortable mood was constantly expanding.

"Your responsibility only needs to serve me well. Don't ask so many other questions." Han Junrong finished her dress, turned around, raised her sad cheek with one hand, and her tone became cold.

"Yes, I understand." Imperial concubine Qin Ming nodded meekly and dared not say another word.

"This is my concubine." Han Junrong smiled in a low voice, let go of her chin and patted her face gently. It looked like intimacy. In fact, it was ruthless. He has always been the master of arbitrary plunder, but he never allowed others to step into his field.

Imperial concubine Qin Ming felt like a dog in his eyes. She would come and go if she called, but who would let her be his concubine? Ever since she stepped into the palace, it meant that she had trampled on his self-esteem and dignity.

When Han Junrong left, there was a moment of silence in the hall. Imperial concubine Qin Ming firmly held the cotton padded clothes under her. She thought carefully about the emperor's abnormality during this period,

The emperor has become strange since he entered the palace that morning. Does the emperor's mood have anything to do with her?

But Ming Xiaochen has been put into the cold palace. It is reasonable that she can no longer pose a threat to her, but why is there still a faint uneasiness in her heart?

"Someone." Princess Qin Ming looked out and shouted. She knew she couldn't wait to die.

"Yes, madam." The maid in waiting outside pushed the door in with her heart, came to her and bowed her head respectfully.

"Tomorrow, you will do something for the palace." Although she felt that she was no longer a threat to her, the emperor's mood was really abnormal recently. Everything needs to be prevented. She'd better not take it lightly.

"Yes, I will." He nodded and agreed.

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The candle flickered in the dark with the breeze. The night was charming but also treacherous.