Chapter 577： Willing to be your majesty's imperial minister 60

Finally, he extinguished his anger, and obediently let the top tea fragrance and the scent of her body touch his face.

Wipe it so gently on his face.

The white veil was gradually dyed with red, the bright color of cinnabar.

The irritating Xiao Mo Kuang's eyes couldn't help but bring a little red light.

He directly hugged Chu Ci and got up and strode towards his palace near here.

I didn't know if I was still angry along the way. I didn't say a word until I entered the palace gate and waved to let everyone go down.

Just holding Chu Ci and came to the study.

Chu Ci has never been here a few times to tell the truth.

Generally speaking, she would drop the Taifu first and let him finish processing the remaining memorials, and then Xiao Mokang usually ran directly into her palace, even leaving her face a few times at night.

So Chu Ci was a little unfamiliar with the furnishings here, so he hugged him and sat on a chair.

Looking at the face that Xiao Mo was drooping down, obviously still a little dissatisfied, Chu Ci raised his hand and patted his cheek lightly, "What's wrong with Taifu? Still angry with me? This cinnabar. It's not a difficult paint. If the master is growing the princess's anger, it has nothing to do with me, and I didn't call her."

"Your Majesty used to play tricks on his ministers in the study, and the ministers naturally wanted to get them back from your majesty." Xiao Mo madly shackled Chu Ci's waist, speaking in a serious manner, but never mentioning Chu Wanwan.

"Get it back?"

Seeing the little girl repeat these three words hesitantly, raising her eyebrows, "Tao Fu is not so careful, right? It's just a stroke of cinnabar, it's a big deal for you to draw it back."

Speaking of that white tender face, he leaned forward.

"Aren't you so careful?" Xiao Mokang raised his eyelids, his thin lips smiled, and he said firmly, "I'm sorry, your majesty, the minister thinks, it's very good."

Chu Ci:...

This person immediately held Chu Ci with his other hand to untie Chu Ci's belt, and nodded unceremoniously, "Since your Majesty said that the minister should come back, it is better for the minister to be respectful."

Chu Ci raised his hand to press on his clothes, "Hey, hey, master, you paint and return to painting, what do you do with my clothes off?"

"The minister did not say that he should be painted on His Majesty's face. After all, the minister is timid, and he still dare not offend Long Yan." Xiao Mo said brazenly, and already pulled off Chu Ci's clothes a lot, revealing the top of his chest. On the skin of his shoulder, there are tuned paints and various pens beside his desk. He said he had already picked up one.

Then he said, "But if you are a treacherous minister like a minister, you will have to pay back a hundred times what you have suffered. You can't bear the grievance. Your Majesty has always been compassionate to the minister, and he will endure it, and the minister will soon get better. "

These few words can be said to be shameless to the peak state.

And Chu Ci clearly understands: If you sympathize with you, you are cruel to yourself.

Chu Ci couldn't help kicking his legs. This man's face was already close, and he kissed Chu Ci's lips, and then he covered Chu Ci's lips. The other hand was holding a small brush. Dipped in golden red paint, he dropped a pen on Chu Ci's white shoulders.

When Chu Ci whispered because of the itchy lips, he opened his mouth to seal Chu Ci's lips and kissed vaguely, but his eyes fell on Chu Ci's white shoulders.