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

When Mencius took the painting back, Mencius Yu asked quietly, "this is given to you by the Lord?"

"Well, he painted it."

That's why Mencius thought it strange. Why do you give yourself a painting if you have nothing to do?

It was really painted by the Lord himself. Meng Ziyu's jealous face was about to be distorted.

She held back her anger and asked, "didn't the Lord tell you anything else?"

Mencius was stunned: "no, what can the prince say to a person like me?"

However, Mencius's period flashed by. He seriously wrote on the paper: you are not a slave.

In this way, Mencius felt that he had misunderstood Sima Jingxuan before.

He doesn't want to be so moody as rumored. On the contrary... He is a very gentle man.

Especially when he smiles.

Mencius couldn't help touching the corner of his mouth, where Sima Jing hung and touched.

Meng Ziyu pushed her: "what do you think?"

Mencius returned to his senses, smiled and said, "nothing. I'm too tired today, so I'll have a rest first."

Looking at the back of Mencius, if Mencius Yu thinks about it, she should not know that the Lord is ah Xuan. Why didn't the Lord tell her?

She thought, do you still have a chance? She doesn't believe it. She can't compare with Mencius!

Although as like as two peas, they are quite different in character.

Many people like Mencius jade, but Mencius period is always the one who is disliked because it is too boring.

Meng Ziyu always looked down on his sister.

What if blood is connected?

In such a chaotic age, people can even do things like changing children and eating. It can be seen that things like blood are not worth a few money.

Meng Ziyu has long been fed up with relying on others and looking at people's faces. She believes that she can get what she wants with her beauty and means.

She wants to be a master and never be despised and trampled by anyone again!

Meng Ziyu's eyes flashed a trace of cruelty. If anyone dared to block her way, she would never be soft hearted.

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That day Sima Jue came to the palace and said that he had hunted a lot of game with the emperor, so he took it and shared it with Sima Jingxuan.

In the eyes of others, Sima Jingxuan was very clear.

He just came to show off. He hunted with his father. He was the favored man and the heir to the throne in the future.

Sima Jingxuan doesn't care about this at all. Rebirth has a great advantage.

He knows a lot of things in advance, so he can avoid them naturally.

For example, in the last life, shortly after seeing Sima Jue, Sima Jingxuan drowned his worries with wine, mistakenly regarded Mencius period as Ji Qingxue and forced her, which made a wrong start between them.

This time he will never do such absurd things again. Mencius will be the person he wants to cherish his life.

She is her. Not everyone can replace her.

Sima Jue said with a smile, "mirror hanging, these game are fresh. It's good to take the stew."

"Thank you, brother Huang. I'm worried about my poor appetite recently. I can't eat anything. It's time for you to send something."

"That's good. You should eat more."

Sima Jing nodded: "naturally, I can't live up to the kindness of the emperor."

Mencius Qi came in with tea. Sima Jue looked at her more when serving tea.

"Jing Xuan, when did you have such a handsome maid in your house?"

Sima Jing glanced at Mencius, and she automatically stepped aside.

Sima Jingxuan deliberately pressed his voice and replied, "it's just a rude girl."

Sima Jue was a little strange: "what's the matter with your voice? Didn't you get well just now?"

"Oh, nothing." Sima Jingxuan coughed a few times. "My throat suddenly felt uncomfortable."

Sima Jue stood up and said, "since you're uncomfortable, I'll go first."

Before leaving, he took a special look at Mencius period.

Sima Jing's eyes are dark. How can a man not understand Sima Jue?

He was interested in Mencius.

Sima Jing's hand hanging in his wide sleeve was quietly clenched into a fist. Before the time was ripe, he could bear anything now.

But now Mencius period is his only inverse scale. If Sima Jue dares to make her idea, he will not care about anything.

Sima Jing's eyes fell on Mencius. Why do you look so good today?

I really want to hide her. All her beauty is only seen by myself. So that no one will make up her mind.

Mencius couldn't help shaking. His eyes were so terrible that he seemed to eat her alive.

In the afternoon, Sima Jingxuan received a cup of pear juice. He was puzzled: "housekeeper, who told the kitchen to do it and pour it out!"

He hates to drink pear juice. The housekeeper knows that the servants he has been serving know his taste. How can he make such a mistake?

The housekeeper explained calmly, "if you go back to the Lord, Miss Meng stewed it herself in the kitchen."

Sima Jingxuan was stunned and said, "you said it was stewed in Ziqi?"

"Yes. Miss Meng said the prince's voice was uncomfortable, so she stewed pear juice."

Sima Jingxuan just remembered that he was afraid to expose himself. He specially said that his voice was uncomfortable and changed his voice.

I didn't expect that she should remember one of her words so firmly!

The housekeeper asked tentatively, "Lord, do you want the old slave to pour the pear juice?"

Sima Jing hung a handle and brought it to him. He was afraid that he would be taken and poured out by the housekeeper later.

"It's all right. You go out."

The housekeeper bowed off with an expression of "I knew it would be like this".

Sima Jing looked at the cup of pear juice and smiled unconsciously at the corners of his mouth.

She still hasn't changed. She always cares about herself.

But Ziqi, I want more than that.

——I want you to belong to me from head to toe, from inside to outside.

So you should like me quickly, because I'm almost impatient to wait.

That day Sima Jingxuan drank his most hated pear juice one mouthful at a time.

Mencius was the only one he was willing to accommodate.

Later, Sima Jingxuan asked the housekeeper to send some things to Mencius, with a note attached:

——Thank you for your pear juice. It tastes good.

Mencius, who received gifts and notes, was suddenly flattered. She felt that she had just done what she should do.

The housekeeper smiled and said, "Miss Meng, since it's a gift from the Lord, you can take it."

His attitude towards Mencius was particularly kind.

Because he believed that he would call her a princess soon.