Minato Palace Scheming

Shancheng responded, "That's it, meow."

Ying Hui knew that next time he should perform by himself, but just now in the backstage, all the time was spent making out with Marblehead, and he didn't match the script at all, so he had already forgotten the words.

Bremerton reminded from the audience: "Commander, please speak, the performance has already begun."

Ying Hui could only say: "I'm a little nervous, I forgot my words..."

"Then act on the spot, anyway, you know the plot."

"Oh... okay."

Ying Hui cleared his throat and said, "It's late, your so-called noble princess is already in the shape of this demon king."

Saying that, Ying Hui pulled the well-dressed Cheshire into her arms, but Cheshire did not forget her duty, now she is a poor princess, so Maomao shivered in Ying Hui's arms, With a pitiful look: "Warrior, save me! I am tortured by my dear every day, and I am almost dying of comfort... Cough cough, I am almost tortured to death!"

Neptune is also old Si Ji, and she couldn't help but say after listening to this conversation: "Commander, how could you say that, you brought private goods."

"This is called talking harshly, no matter whether you have done it or not, it's just talking harshly anyway."

Ying Hui didn't care, anyway, except for Benson, all of them were married, and Benson probably didn't understand, after all, she was about to fall asleep in the auditorium.

Neptune suddenly recovered a sacred expression: "God will send down punishment on evil people, Demon King, hand over to Your Royal Highness, or you will be prepared to die!"

"It is absolutely impossible for me to hand over the princess." Ying Hui looked at the three people in front of him with evil eyes, and some doubted whether he was acting in his true colors. Come here, it’s better to become the property of this Demon King.”

Shancheng's pretty face blushed, seeing such an attractive commander, she also forgot her words.

"Absolutely impossible!" New Jersey seemed to be the most involved in the show, she held up her sword and said to Hui, "Devil King, let us fight to the death!"

"Come on, watch me catch you all!"

After Ying Hui finished speaking harshly, he saw New Jersey slashing at him with a sword. Because it was a performance, the speed was very slow. Ying Hui dodged for a while before realizing the problem. He said, "Wait a minute, I don't have a weapon."

Bremerton in the audience explained: "You are a demon king with a body comparable to steel, and you don't need weapons."

"But without weapons, how can I fight the brave team?"

"Just fight casually, anyway, according to the script, you are going to lose."

Neptune also joined the battle group, and the tin rod in her hand was danced vigorously. What is a battle priestess, and the tactics are backward.jpg.

Shan Cheng raised his wand, pointed at Ying Hui and said, "Transfiguration: Cat, Demon King, you are now a cat, get down and meow."

"You cats are the ones who carry private goods!"

Many people looked at Ying Hui, as if expecting him to lie down and meow.

Of course, Ying Hui couldn't do this, so he decided to use the best tactic to differentiate internally: "Why do you change into a cat instead of a bunny? What's the name of the bunny?"

"Of course it's Honey looking at the sword!" New Jersey slashed over with a sword.

"You are serious, princess save me! We agreed to divide the world equally!"

"My dear, I'm here, don't hurt my dear!"

Then there was a mess on the stage, and finally all the big swords and wands were thrown on the ground, and you punched me and I kicked them together.

As for what happened in the end, no one knew, and neither did Benson. When she woke up, she was surprised to find that there was no one in the activity room.

And in a certain room, a lot of people slept scatteredly, Neptune lay in Bremerton's arms, Shancheng pillowed on Marblehead's fleshy thigh, Cheshire's snow-white skin was pink and firm Her double pills were hanging down on the bed sheet, her lovely cherry lips were flaring, and she had already passed out.

Ying Hui suddenly thought of something, put his arms around New Jersey's delicate body and said, "Didn't you always want to know something?"

New Jersey was panting, her white and plump Mijiri pouted to the side, no longer her usual expression, she asked strangely: "What's the matter?"

"That's why you have a nickname, a few rabbits."

"what?"

Before New Jersey could react, Ying Hui turned over and rode on her lower abdomen. The action of hugging the gully made New Jersey stunned for a moment, and soon understood the reason.

"So it turns out that Honey has been fantasizing about me so early, it's really not frank."

"Then I'm being frank now, look at the trick."

"Hmph, after the wheel fight, do you still have the strength, Demon King?"

"What do you say?"

A few hours later—

Whether it is a princess or a brave man, as well as the screenwriter and makeup artist, all lose.

The devil has won.

Epilogue Chapter 6 To celebrate the new year, don't intrigue

"23, Tanggua sticky, 24, cleaning the house, 25, making tofu, 26, cutting the meat, 27, slaughtering chicken..."

As Fushun was talking, he suddenly stuffed the candied melon in his hand into Ying Hui's sleeve, and the sticky maltose licked by her saliva stuck to Ying Hui's arm and clothes.

"I'm going, Fushun, you actually attacked me!"

"Hahahaha, why did it take you so long to come to see us, Commander?" Fushun quickly left after a successful strike, keeping a safe distance from Ying Hui, and said, "New Year is coming soon, Commander, don't you Don't be angry, don't punish me!"

"It doesn't exist. Beating a child during the Chinese New Year is nothing but idle time."

Ying Hui didn't even take the maltose out of his sleeves, and went straight after him.

"Wow, Commander, why don't you play your cards according to the routine!"

"Stop obediently, or I'll spank your ass."

"No, Miss Anshan, save me!"

In the small courtyard of Donghuang, there is a Chinese New Year atmosphere at this time. Red lanterns are hung under the eaves. The Spring Festival couplets have not been posted yet, but the blessing characters and paper-cuts have already made their homes on the windows. Early in the morning The wreckage left by the thousands of firecrackers lit by the commander himself is still piled up in the yard. The smell of saltpeter seems to still be in the air, mixing with the steam in the kitchen where Pinghai and Ninghai are steaming buns, forming a kind of Unique taste of the year.

Fushun is playing at home, which can be said to be at the right time and place. Whether it is a rockery pavilion, red pillars on the corridor, or tall evergreen trees in the middle of the yard, they are all props that Fushun full of vitality can use to get rid of Ying Hui's pursuit. The advantage is mine.

It's a pity that Ying Hui occupies the people's peace.

"Anshan, block that road."

"Changchun, grab Fushun."

"Hai Qi, directly guard the soul of the Tang Dynasty with a long spear."

Soon, under Ying Hui's orderly command, he caught Fushun. Of course, spanking is not acceptable. Fushun will definitely take revenge after being done such a humiliating thing, but Ying Hui's punishment is not a cover-up.

"No, no, Commander, I know I was wrong..."

Ying Hui hugged Fushun onto his lap, and then rubbed the sugar melon that she had inserted into his sleeve just now on her little face until her delicate skin was covered with sticky maltose. The translucent mucus was all over her face, and Ying Hui suddenly felt that he was so evil. Thinking of this, he quickly shook his head. This kind of behavior is not evil at all, mainly because he is too evil now.

Changchun happily watched Fushun being punished. It wasn't that he had a dark belly, but he just liked to join in the fun. On the contrary, Anshan said, "Forget it, Commander, Fushun already knew it was wrong."

Ying Hui snorted and said, "Fushun, do you know you made a mistake?"

"understood."

"What's wrong?"

Fushun said tearfully, "I shouldn't play tricks on the commander..."

"Wrong!" Ying Hui scraped off the syrup on Fushun's face, put it in her small mouth, and said with a straight face, "How can I be angry about such a trivial matter? I am angry because you waste food and waste food around you. As a Donghuang person, don’t you know that every piece of Chinese food is hard work?”

Ying Hui's aura suddenly calmed Fushun, she licked the syrup on Ying Hui's fingers, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, Commander, I really know I was wrong."

"so what should I do now?"

"I'll eat this sugar melon and then go clean up."

"It seems that you have really realized your mistake now." Ying Hui watched Fushun stand up and said, "Wait a minute, go wash your face first."

"it is good."

An Shan took Fushun to wash his face, and Ying Rui also took Ying Hui to the bathroom in the room to wash his hands, especially the mucus on his sleeves, which was very difficult to wipe off after it dried.

Today, Ying Rui is wearing a wide-sleeved dress with white outside and purple inside, and her beautiful legs are tightly tightened by flesh-white stockings. The most eye-catching thing is her dark purple bangs and gray bangs on the other. Looking at Ying Hui's hand seriously, he wiped the syrup off his sleeve bit by bit.

Her eyes are like water, her lips are like flowers, she is concentrating on her, yet she is considerate and gentle.

What a lovely little wife.

Ying Hui couldn't help stretching out his other hand, gently stroking Ying Rui's small face, it was as smooth as egg white, and could be broken by blowing.

Ying Rui pouted, glanced at Ying Hui flirtatiously, and said with a chuckle, "The festival is here, and the commander's heart is gradually floating."

"Isn't it possible?" Saying so, Ying Hui's hands became even more dishonest.

"I just said you, but didn't say no." Ying Rui flicked Ying Hui's hand that was stained with syrup, and said, "After all, you are my husband..."

"Yes, my lady."

Ying Hui's heart skipped a beat. Just half a year ago, Ying Rui and Hai Tian partnered to apply to open a milk tea shop in a commercial center.Of course, Ying Hui fully supports her daughters, giving them land and money. In order to help them gain a foothold in the fierce competition in the catering industry, Ying Hui even visits their milk tea shop when he is free. Help them attract a lot of customers.After a few weeks, not only the business of the milk tea shop is booming, but the two great ladies also naturally become married, gentle and lovely wives.

Thinking of this, Ying Hui simply used his hands to hold Ying Rui's slim and graceful body in his arms. The girl is relatively petite, but soft and firm, and the wonderful touch makes people dream about it.

"Commander, I haven't wiped my sleeves clean yet."

The girl's coquettishness made Ying Hui even more excited. He leaned against the sink, put his arms around Ying Rui's waist and said, "It's okay, it's almost enough, anyway, I have to change soon."

Ying Rui's eyes sparkled, and she pretended to be innocent and said, "Why do you need to change clothes immediately?"

"Why? You'll know right away."

Just when Ying Hui was about to move, Ying Rui stood on tiptoe, put his arms around his neck, licked and kissed his ear lightly, and said emotionally: "Bad guy, I know what you want to do, but There is something I want you to help me with."

"what's up?"

"Small things, Zhaohe and I had some small conflicts, obviously the new year is coming soon, what a troublesome sister." Ying Rui caressed the commander's broad back, her pink lips fluttered by his ears, "Commander, you know Zhaohe's character. I can only figure out a way. It's fine if there are too many people during the day. At night, can the commander come with me to persuade Zhaohe?"

"No problem, leave it to me."

Ying Hui responded straight away, the beauty was in his arms, and the wife was as beautiful as a flower, how could he refuse in this situation.

Then Ying Hui knew that something bad happened to him.

The kitchen was filled with snow-white steam, and all kinds of wonderful fragrances permeated the whole small room with the mist. Ying Hui took a little sniff, and felt the saliva in his mouth was secreting crazily.

There are absolutely no dishes, but what is more important is that they are beautiful and delicious. Wearing aprons, Yixian and Zhenhai are busy between the counter and the cooking stove, their slim figures are stretched out, the beautiful cooks, their skin is even thicker than steamed buns just out of the pot white.

"The kitchen is full of smoke, Commander, go outside and wait."

"It's okay, I just like being in the kitchen." Ying Hui stood behind Yixian, looked at the stove in front of her, and said, "It was the same during the Chinese New Year before, watching my family make delicious food next to the pot, Then I acted like a baby and wanted to taste it first, the chef is my father, he is very principled, but my mother is sure..."

While talking, Ying Hui's voice became quieter, and suddenly he was in a trance.

Yixian understands that the commander is thinking of his family, she has a delicate heart, so she naturally knows there is no need to mention some things, she leans back and leans into Ying Hui's arms, gently scratching the bridge of Ying Hui's nose with her bare hands , said: "In theory, you can't eat it before it's out of the pot, but the commander can act like a baby to me, and I can consider giving the commander a taste."