Queen of Substitute marriage: the king is too black-hearted

Mencius Qi went to Sima Jingxuan's bedroom with apprehension.

She saluted silently and behaved well from beginning to end. She didn't dare to look at it.

Sima Jing hung by the desk and gently tapped the table with her fingers to show her to look up.

Mencius finally focused on Sima Jingxuan. Sima Jingxuan didn't speak, but pointed to the inkstone next to him.

He did not speak, but Mencius understood what he meant: he asked himself to study ink for him.

Mencius Qi stood next to him and began to study ink. Sima Jing hung his face calmly. In fact, he had already seen huge waves rolling in his heart.

After so long, she finally came to her side.

Sima Jingxuan didn't speak because he was afraid that he would reveal his stuffing as soon as he opened his mouth. Mencius expected to find that he was ah Xuan.

Now is not the time. If you say it now, it will scare her.

But it doesn't matter. Fortunately, he has always been good at patience.

——Until his patience reached a critical point.

He felt like he was addicted and had some very strong desire for Mencius, hoping to hold her tightly and crush her in his arms.

He couldn't restrain his impulse to get close to Mencius, so he found a reason to bring her to him.

Even if he couldn't hug her or even talk to her, as long as he looked at her like this, Sima Jingxuan's heart was strangely satisfied.

Sima Jingxuan lamented that Mencius had a greater and greater impact on himself, but he enjoyed it.

He couldn't help laughing at himself. If he could find his mind in time in the previous life, why would they miss it and regret it all their life.

When Mencius studied ink, she unconsciously buried her head lower, but she could always feel the man's hot sight, as if she couldn't get rid of it.

Mencius clenched his lips and muttered in his heart. What does the prince always look at himself like this?

Sima Jing no longer looked at Mencius period, but picked up his pen and began to write and draw on the paper in front of him.

As soon as his eyes withdrew, Mencius quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

If she looked at it like this, she was afraid that her legs would be unable to stand.

Sima Jing's eyes were too sharp and full of aggression.

Now Mencius doesn't quite understand what it means when a man shows such a look at a woman.

It was a necessary hunter's gesture, and Mencius was the prey that would soon become someone else's meal.

I don't know how long it took. Sima Jingxuan finally stopped writing.

Sima Jingxuan pushed the paper in front of Mencius, who suddenly became stiff when he saw the content on the paper.

He painted in the period of Mencius. She was studying ink with her head down, revealing a section of white and tender skin. The jade neck was fragrant and particularly provocative.

Mencius was surprised and asked, "Lord... What does that mean?"

Sima Jing hung silent and just looked at her with a smile.

Mencius Chih hesitated for a moment. She then asked, "does the Lord want to give this painting to the maidservant?"

Sima Jingxuan frowned in an instant. Mencius was "cluttering" in his heart. He didn't know where he was wrong. Why did he suddenly annoy the Giant Buddha?

Sima Jingxuan picked up a piece of white paper and wrote on it.

——I drew you. Naturally, I want to give it to you. And you are not a slave.

You are a child, my unique child.

Sima Jingxuan's words not only did not comfort Mencius, but made her fall into greater panic.

Why should the Lord treat himself like this? Is it her illusion? How did she feel that the LORD was not as Moody and cruel as the outside world rumored.

Somehow, Mencius suddenly remembered what ah Xuan said to himself.

He said that the LORD was actually a very lonely man, and no one had ever been able to go into his heart.

Thinking of this, Mencius' nervous heart gradually relaxed a lot.

She tried to squeeze out a smile: "thank you, Lord. This painting slave... I like it very much."

When she said she liked it, she could still see her smile. Sima Jingxuan really couldn't help thinking of her and wanted to keep her by his side.

But he can't, he can't do anything to hurt Mencius, even the slightest possibility.

Sima Jing nodded and wrote a few words: just like it.

When it was time for lunch, Sima Jingxuan directly pressed Mencius's period on the stool and asked her to eat at the same table with herself.

Mencius ate this meal in a panic. She wanted to scold herself. How could she think the LORD was terrible before? Look at the Lord's so approachable, and he keeps putting vegetables in her bowl.

But Mencius looked at the mountains of food in his bowl and felt like crying without tears. She's full, but can you stop eating the dishes that the Lord personally cooked?

Forget it, hold on.

Sima Jingxuan looked at Mencius's appearance of "eating fast" and nodded with satisfaction. She was too thin and had to be mended.

The housekeeper kept at the door and was blocked back by him no matter who came.

"Housekeeper, what is the Lord doing?"

The housekeeper said calmly, "eat with the girl."

Yang yuanfan's jaw was startled and he was about to fall down: "what are you talking about, housekeeper? The Lord is dining with the girl? What girl is it? No, I have to go in and have a look."

He was really curious. What girl could let the Lord down and eat with her in person!

The housekeeper raised his hand and stopped him. "Kindly advise you not to go in and die."

After so many years in the palace, the housekeeper knew Sima Jing too well.

He could see that Sima Jingxuan was serious about Mencius, and others could not wait to kill him.

If Yang yuanfan goes in now to disturb Wang Ye and Ziqi's meal, he will not be kicked by Wang Ye as a ball.

The meal was so long that Mencius was on pins and needles.

But Sima Jingxuan always added food and vegetables to her.

Mencius looked at his full belly with a sad face and thought that if he went on like this, he might become the first one to die.

"Lord, that's enough. I really can't eat any more." in order to avoid laughing and being generous, Mencius Qi boldly opened his mouth.

Sima Jing looked at her as if he was asking if he was really full?

Mencius nodded hurriedly, "really, really, I'm full."

Sima Jing smiled and suddenly stretched out his hand to her. Mencius Qi froze in place and dared not move.

Sima Jingxuan took a grain of rice from the corner of her mouth. Mencius' face burst red and his wife lost face!

But how can you lose your honor in front of the king?

Mencius really wanted to find a crack to get in at the moment!

Sima Jing looked at her so embarrassed and was very happy.

Mencius, who has flesh and blood, can laugh and cry, is still alive.

splendid.