Chapter 1162 My Gentle Tyrant (44)

Fu Yue subconsciously glanced in the direction where Yu Li walked away, and then his head was pulled back by Ji Rong.

"..."

Ji Rong retracted her slender fingers as if nothing had happened, pursed her thin lips, and said, "Don't look at him. Yu Li has left anyway. If you look again, he won't be able to stay with you!"

Fu Yue glanced at Ji Rong inexplicably, wondering what nonsense he was talking about.

"Who wants him to accompany me? Is there something wrong with you?"

The corners of the emperor's crimson lips unconsciously curved in a small arc.

He was in a good mood.

Ji Rong put her arm around Fu Yue's shoulders and walked toward the palace, replying lazily: "Yes. I have something wrong... I won't talk about him anymore. It's getting late. Let's go back to sleep."

Fu Yue: "...?"

A long time passed in that world.

Because time flows at different speeds.

This world has only passed for an hour.

So, it's midnight.

Laifu waited at the gate of Weiyang Palace for a long time without waiting for His Majesty to come back. He was so sleepy that he almost fell asleep and the whisk in his hand fell to the ground.

Laifu muttered.

"Oh my Majesty, where have you been..."

Blearily.

Laifu saw Ji Rong carrying a woman back to the palace.

"……?His Majesty?"

Laifu rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't blind.

The beautiful but violent king glanced at the old eunuch and said, "Get out of here."

Laifu: "Okay~"

He took the whisk and rolled it away smoothly. After turning around, the white-faced eunuch had undisguised astonishment in his eyes.

Isn’t this imperial concubine in the cold palace? Why did His Majesty bring him back again?

So...it was just a matter of interest between husband and wife before? Is this a joke?

No, I was very angry when I saw His Majesty. Why did this happen all of a sudden... Laifu really couldn't figure it out.

In the end it boils down to one sentence -

The royal concubine is wise.

Even His Majesty can play with applause.

Laifu silently expressed his deep admiration for Fu Yue.

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Letting Ji Rong hug her, Fu Yue commanded the tyrant with a clear conscience, moaning: "Put me on the bed, I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

Ji Rong strode her long legs. He glanced down at the woman and curved his thin lips into an imperceptible smile.

snort.

You dare to order me.

Forget it, who calls me generous? I can only reluctantly satisfy you.

"I want to sleep with you."

Ji Rong bent down and pinched Fu Yue's chin, speaking in a tone that was not offensive.

Fu Yue slapped his paw away: "Whatever you want...don't try to act like a domineering president, I won't accept it!"

She rolled around twice on the bed, then held her head with one hand, narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly, looked up and down at the beautiful emperor in front of her, her voice sounded lazy.

"Although you may be rich and beautiful, your image of a domineering emperor has been almost ruined by me."

After saying that, Fu Yue sighed: "I still miss you when you were such a little one."

She stretched out her hand to indicate the length.

"What a pity, you can't change back now."

Ji Rong's mouth twitched: "..."

Why can't I skip the section about getting smaller?

The man's slender figure instantly pressed down, with his hands on Fu Yue's shoulders, he leaned into her ear and whispered seductively.

"Want to see me become smaller?"

Fu Yue smacked her lips: "I have a little thought."

Ji Rong hugged her waist, and her long and cool fingers slowly moved up.

"Then have a child with me."

"You won't be able to see it..."