Chapter 133

The 13th dragon scale (2)

The night was dark and the wind was high. It was supposed to be the time to go to the gentle village with the imperial concubine, but there was one more child suspected not to be his own. Only when the emperor could feel better could there be a ghost. His eyes at the little mad dog were not quite right, especially when Linglong rubbed it in her arms like a baby. The emperor glanced at the little mad dog and said, "Princess Ai, give him to the palace people to take care of. Come and accompany me."

Linglong asked, "the Emperor himself said to write him down in my name, but now he wants to be clean without seeing. Doesn't that mean I like everything? Is the emperor telling lies to coax me? "

"Of course not, just..."

"Just what?" Linglong untied her skirt and belt, tied up the little mad dog who was exhausted but still struggling in her arms, and smiled in the surprised eyes of the emperor, "he's too dishonest. I'm afraid I'll get hurt."

As soon as the emperor pulled out the corner of his mouth, he found that Linglong had thrown the seven princes to the ground. It didn't hurt to spread a blanket on the ground, but the child's eyes were full of fire and ferocious. The eyes didn't look like people, but like wild animals.

When the seventh prince was taken out of the cold palace, the emperor listened to the report of the close eunuch, but he didn't care. After all, he didn't think the seventh prince was his dragon seed for a long time, and even hoped that the seventh prince would die as soon as possible, so this "stain" would not exist. Until now, thinking of Liu Jieyu, the emperor still has fire in his heart, and he doesn't want to take a look at several concubines who had a good relationship with Liu Jieyu.

Linglong's belt was very long. She tied up the hands and feet of the seventh Prince and threw them on the ground. She rolled her feet on the child and played while playing. The severity was appalling. Although the seventh prince was small, she didn't want to be humiliated. She struggled hard and rolled forward along with Linglong's actions - as a result, she stuck her head in the corner of the table and fainted. He was thin and skinny. It was a big hit. It's impossible to say that his life will be finished. Linglong felt guilty for about two seconds, but the emperor asked someone to come in and take the seven princes out.

I don't mention calling a doctor. It seems that I want him to live and die. Fortunately, the playful dragon lady remembered what she was doing here and quickly stopped. The White Emperor ordered the palace people to summon the imperial doctor, then took the seven princes to his bed and spit out her tongue: "it's too much."

She lacks patience with the cub. In particular, the seventh prince can't communicate with him. He opens his teeth and claws when he says anything to him. He will bite her if he gets closer. Moreover, he is dirty, thin and small. The most annoying thing is that he is ugly and exquisite. He doesn't like him at all. Even if she knew that the little mad dog would become a big tiger in the future, she was not afraid. Anyway, she couldn't hurt a hair of her hair. It's better to play more while it's easy to bully.

Naturally, the emperor would not criticize her, but he did not want the imperial doctor to come. In his heart, it was better for the seventh prince to die than to continue to live. As long as he thought of the existence of this "son", the emperor could not forget the anger and shame that Liu Jieyu found when she rolled around with others and did that careless thing.

Linglong doesn't care what the emperor thinks, but she will laugh if she knows. They can't abide by the morality and etiquette of human society, but they like to use these boxes to ask others.

It's interesting to be lenient and strict with others. The Emperor himself has slept. I don't know how many women have slept. His women have to defend themselves for him. What's the significance? Of course, he can say that this is the ancestral ritual, which is the characteristic of ancient society - but isn't this ritual also determined by people? Someone has to break it first. Linglong looks at humans with a cold eye. She doesn't enter their world or be moved by them. She just thinks they are very interesting.

When the imperial doctor came, he felt his pulse tremblingly and said a lot of words in the clouds and fog. While talking, he took his eyes and aimed at the emperor's face. He was afraid of saying what the Emperor didn't want to hear. Linglong stared at him with her chin held up. She made an old doctor in his fifties sweat all over. When she retreated outside the Palace door, the cold wind blew and found that her clothes were soaked with cold sweat. He really can't figure out what the emperor and empress mean. The two said they wanted the seventh prince to die so confused. The empress asked several times when he would wake up. To say that the two are very related to the seventh prince, but the emperor's face is not so good-looking. What do you want?

This... When prescribing medicine, do you want to prescribe better and ask the seventh prince to get better earlier, or do you just add some materials to make the "disease" worse? The old doctor couldn't figure it out. He took Yu Guang and aimed at the emperor several times. The Emperor didn't mean that.

The exquisite bed was given to the seventh prince. She is always unreasonable. The emperor has really suffered the biggest and most grievances in her life. It is reasonable to say that he is the emperor. Whose brand does he want to turn? He sleeps as much as he wants. He sleeps as many as he wants at a time. Originally, this was the case, but since Linglong appeared, the situation was completely reversed. She wanted him to touch her. She didn't want him. He couldn't find others or force her. The emperor was willing to be cheap.

Linglong takes him as a funny thing in her heart. She is not as good to the emperor as those imperial concubines who the emperor used to treat him. At least he still has some pity for jade. Linglong is just playing with him.

So this evening, the emperor refused to stay or leave. He had to sleep on the soft couch in the side hall with Linglong. They kept making trouble on the soft collapse. Linglong was moody. They often got angry the next second they smiled. Sometimes they would laugh suddenly when they were angry. In short, the Emperor didn't understand her, but he was used to flattering her. They had such a relationship, If he were not an emperor or the richest and most powerful man in the world, Linglong would not look at him.

For example, she didn't keep him, but he had to stay, and she didn't insist very much. At first, the emperor kissed her, but Linglong refused. After being kissed, she had a feeling, so she fooled around. She always did. Xu Shi changed a place today. He was more interesting and exquisite. He was also very interested. 33333 was lively here. On the main hall and exquisite bed there, the seventh prince, diagnosed by the imperial doctor that he would wake up at least tomorrow, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were cold. When he looked carefully, his eyes were slightly red. He didn't look like a human, but like a crazy beast. In addition, he could see the anger, unwillingness, resentment and ferocity in his heart. Anyone who has been emperor for decades and is in his prime will be unhappy when he suddenly returns to the age of five as Mermaid meat. Childhood was the most hated and least wanted to mention in his heart. Therefore, when he ascended the throne of God, those who knew about the events of that year cut off their heads and even buried millions of corpses in order to calm their anger. He has been used to such a life. He is used to everyone's fear. He trembles when he hears his voice. He is used to himself like that! Yuan Yi suffers from a headache. When he feels pain, he is like a madman. His relatives don't recognize who cuts who. He likes the pleasure of splashing blood. Before that, there is also an inexplicable head disease. Yuan Yi can't stand it. He can't support it just when he pulls out his knife. In front of him, it's like walking around and watching flowers, flashing scenes that have long been forgotten. When he wakes up, he hears someone talking. Yuan Yi was violent, not close to his lover. He was full of vigilance, so he pretended to be in a coma first. It's just that the voices of those who spoke are too familiar. It's not who the late emperor died long ago! At this moment, when the people were quiet, Yuan Yi opened his eyes. He heard bursts of laughter from the side hall, clenched his fist and exhausted his self-control to suppress the crazy and surging killing intention. Hold out your hand. Chicken feet are generally thin, dry and small. Don't mention killing. I'm afraid I can't take the knife! Yuan Yi's head disease makes his temperament extremely irritable. He doesn't listen to anyone's advice and has no feelings for anyone. He will kill what he doesn't like, unhappy and unpleasant. Nothing can comfort him except blood. But now he's back to the age of five! Not only do you have no supreme power, no strength to pull up the mountain, but you even have to be controlled by others! He just felt very angry. He wanted someone to appear immediately and ask him to cut a few knives, so that he could feel comfortable. How? Why?! He has no regrets about his childhood and doesn't want to come back! He doesn't want to go through this life again! Linglong was being kissed by the emperor. Her ears moved and seemed to hear something, but she soon forgot. Although the emperor was usually served, it was not bad to serve the Dragon Girl. She was too lazy to think about anything else. Until the next day, Linglong woke up from her bed. The emperor had already got up in the morning and went to the court. She slowly finished dressing up with the maid's hands to see the seventh prince. The child was awake. She was a lot more comfortable than her crazy appearance yesterday, but she was still ugly. Ugly Linglong couldn't bear to look straight at her. Her small nose moved and sniffed. She thought, was it yesterday's collision that broke her head“ Hey, that... Little mad dog, are you awake? Still bite me today? If you bite me again, you will pull out your teeth one by one and turn you into a flat mouthed old lady. " After this threat, Linglong sat down in the chair. Seeing that the seventh Prince still didn't speak, he asked the maid in waiting around him. He didn't know his name“ What's his name? "“ Back to your mother, in the past... There were still taboos, but slaves and maidservants couldn't call the prince's name. "“ Oh... "Although she wants to be a son under her own name, she hasn't officially registered it yet. How can Linglong know the name of the seventh prince? Anyway, she calls him a little mad dog, isn't it“ Can't you understand me? Three year olds are thrown in. Can three year olds talk? " She talked to herself, and the maid in waiting didn't know whether she was asking. She wanted to go back and didn't dare to go back. She accidentally caught a glimpse of the eyes of the seven princes on the bed. The other party happened to be opposite her, which made her tremble and bristle. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.