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"What happened to the emperor?" Wei Shuge was a little confused. She turned to look at Zhao YuanNan, who was also standing to one side with a strange expression.

Zhao Jing didn't say anything. He simply extended his hand to receive the letter from the singer Wei Shu. Looking at the familiar handwriting, at the smooth handwriting on the paper, even if there were occasional strokes, there would only be one or two. However, what was strange was that in the corner of the letter, there was always a little bit of a …

Before Zhao Jing could say anything, another commotion arose from the outside. Apart from the traitor Dongfang Mingming, who else could go in and out of the imperial study as they wished? Zhao Jing shot a glance at Wei Shuge, who immediately accepted the letter and retreated to the side as if nothing had happened. Zhao Yuannan swallowed his saliva, not daring to make a sound.

Perhaps it was because Zhao Jing felt bored or because he was trying to calm his heart, but he suddenly sat down on the table, his legs dangling in the air. Thus, when Dongfang Wenming entered, he only saw a slightly funny scene. A young man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe sat on the table and rolled his eyes at the door. This Zhao Jing in front of him was just a slob with nothing to do. How did he look like a king?!

As usual, Wei Shuge and Zhao Yuannan saluted and quickly left the imperial study, not daring to stay.

Closing the door, Zhao Jing tilted his head as he looked towards the east. He said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "Father Zhong's expression isn't too good. He looks like he's covered himself in dark clouds. She giggled as she looked at the man approaching her step by step, "Don't tell me Father Zhong is right? I really did not expect the heavens to give me such a great deal of face this time. "

"This humble official kowtows to the holy peace, long live the Emperor!" Dongfang Wenming respectfully saluted, but he didn't seem to be angry.

Zhao Jing pursed his lips. "You're excused!"

Just as she finished speaking, that abnormally handsome face suddenly appeared in front of her, causing her to immediately lean backwards in shock. Everything had happened so suddenly that Zhao Jing had been caught off guard, directly laying on his back on the table. Her chest heaved up and down as her heart thumped wildly within her chest. Her beautiful eyes flickered intensely as she stared straight at the face of Dongfang Wenming that was so close to her.

Dongfang Wenming's warm breath sprayed all over her face. For a split-second, Zhao Jing felt as if his breath was filled with energy. He couldn't let it go, he could only plant it into his heart! She stared at him, and he stared back, as if in a stalemate, to see who would be the final winner.

"The current Emperor's character is different from before. This humble subject feels that it must have been influenced by someone!" Dongfang Wenming narrowed his beautiful phoenix eyes and looked at her meaningfully. "What does Your Majesty think?"

Zhao Jing blinked. "What nonsense are you spouting?" "Who influenced me?" Could they be referring to Wei Shuge and Zhao Yuannan? After all, they were the closest to her. Could it be that Dongfang Wenming had the intention to kill her again? Zhao Jing was anxious and anxious. His mind was racing as he kept searching every detail of his life. Just where had he found a flaw that could have prevented Dongfang Zexuan from detecting it?

Just as Zhao Jing couldn't figure out what was going on, Dongfang Buming suddenly pinched her jaw and coldly said, "Your Imperial Majesty's absent-minded appearance will make this subject think that this humble subject was correct!" Nutmeg Girl Full of Spring?! Did he really fancy that Cobalt?

Zhao Jing rolled his eyes. "I just don't understand Father Zhong's words. Where did your absent-mindedness come from?" "Also …" She puffed out her cheeks. "Can Father Zhong take his body away from me? This kind of pressuring us has the appearance of offending our superiors! For Father Zhong to act like this, what is his intention? " She hadn't forgotten how much pain the Eastern civilization's "knife" had caused her last time!

But it was not clear who was in the east, and Zhao Jing was just a brat. These few sentences did not scare her, so he did not immediately move his body away. Instead, he moved closer to her, just barely keeping up with her. He seemed to be looking at something, his eyes wandering over her face, elbows on either side of her body. "Cobb's summoned?"

Zhao Jing furrowed his brows. What did this have to do with Ke Boya?

"He came to find me, not for me to summon him. He entered the palace openly with a letter in his hand to tell me that he is innocent, that's all!" Zhao Jing naturally knew that this matter could not be hidden from the people of the East. Thus, she had no intention of hiding it from them. As long as he asked, she would definitely tell him the truth. However, for some reason, every time she came into contact with Cobb, it was as if that dog had gone mad, causing people to be unable to understand his mood swings.

and so on... Cobb?

Zhao Jing suddenly smiled, and his bright eyes instantly lost the evilness deep within his bones. It was too late for Dongfang Wenming to pull away, but he could see Zhao Jing's jade-like arm suddenly wrap around Dongfang Wenming's neck. The tip of his nose was pressed against hers, and her lips were pressed against his. In this moment, she could clearly feel the shadow that had yet to come from the east tremble. Heh, you haven't found out in the East, and you want to do it at this time?!

However, he didn't know who was in the east. He was slightly startled, but in the next moment, he returned to his original calm demeanor.

If she dared to hang up, he would feel great!

There were not many rules in the world. If one did not want to have a foothold in the imperial court, one had to restrain the sharpness of the battlefield. He did not want to play such a slow and roundabout game. She didn't dare to press her lips against his, which meant that this little girl was still a little afraid. In some ways, a woman was not as open as a man. This kind of flirting was easy for a woman to do. Who knew that a man was born to be a hunter!

If they looked at each other up close, no matter how beautiful the scenery in front of their eyes was, it would become blurry and distorted.

Zhao Jing felt his waist tighten as Dongfang Wenming lifted him up. She was placed on his waist like an octopus, and what made her heart race even more was that the thief's hands were on her butt right now. Her two large palms were just on the left and right side of her body. The burning hot palms burned the skin on her buttocks, making her wish she could find a hole to burrow into. Therefore, Zhao Jing was completely stiff at this moment. His beautiful eyes widened, and all sounds came to a screeching halt.

Looking at the little girl's stupefied expression, Dongfang Buming only felt that the anger in his heart was mostly gone. He felt as if he had taken his revenge, and his body and mind were filled with joy. He stood there, holding the pale-faced Zhao Jing in his arms. His curved lips curled up in a devilishly charming smile. However, before he could take two steps, Dongfang Wenming could no longer laugh. The little girl was currently at his waist, and this position was truly sensitive to both men and women.

Moreover, it was a man and a woman.

Zhao Jing stared at Dongfang Wenming without saying a word, but he didn't dare to let go of the hand hanging on his neck. He was afraid that Dongfang Wenming would suddenly let go and throw her out. Dongfang Wenming felt a bit of regret in his heart. The little girl was staring at him with a pair of inexperienced eyes. Who said that they had to use words to tease each other? This pair of eyes, this harmless face, it was really enough!

"Father?" Zhao Jing shouted in a low voice, as if he were a little girl that had suffered a grievance. He pitifully looked at him and said, "How long are you going to carry me for?" Last time, the bed had collapsed. Was Father Zhong going to tear down the royal study this time around? I and Cobb acted as if nothing had happened. He only got a letter from the palace to prove his innocence! The letter said that the crown prince of the Duke Ming Palace was at the Prime Minister's residence, so he hurried to the palace to see me! "Father..."

This childish voice made Dongfang Cunming shiver all over. He couldn't help but say seriously, "Speak properly!"

Zhao Jing curled his lips. "Then, will you let me down?" "If you don't, I will use my ultimate move!"

Dongfang Wenming frowned slightly as he stared at Zhao Jing with disbelief. "His Majesty's temper has grown recently!"

"It's far more than just showing off!" Zhao Jing smiled as he looked at him with an evil expression. He slowly and unhurriedly pressed his body close to his chest. Suddenly, he pressed his lips against his neck.

Dongfang Wenming immediately released his grip, wanting to push Zhao Jing away. However, it was too late. Zhao Jing hung onto his body like a blood-sucking bug. When she lost her strength and got down from his body, she looked at him with a contented expression. The expression on Dongfang Wenming's face had long turned as black as ink. If looks could kill, she would have been pierced by thousands of arrows.

With three quick steps, Dongfang Wenming quickly arrived in front of the mirror. He stared in horror at the red mark on his neck! Panting for breath, Dongfang Wenming turned around and stared at the gloating Zhao Jing.

"Since you have no interest in the relationship between a man and a woman, I'll help you fulfill your wish!" Zhao Jing giggled as he looked at him, "This mark is on Father Zhong's body. It really matches Father Zhong's behavior just now. It's a perfect match." "Anyone with a discerning eye will understand what this red mark is. I'll have to trouble you to go out in the future and cover it up tightly so that …"

"Zhao Jing!" He directly called her by her name, so it could be seen that this time, she really did hit the jackpot.

Angry?

Zhao Jing curled his lips. "It was Father Zhong who was the first to disrespect me. You can't leave it to anyone else!" I am a man who rules the country with virtue. Only by being courteous can I live up to the considerate care of Father Zhong! "

After a moment, Dongfang Wenming calmed down. The sullenness on his face gradually disappeared, and it was replaced by the usual gentleness. "Since the emperor likes it, then this official should be happy as well. It's just that during the emperor's courteous exchange this time, it's best not to let anyone see it. Otherwise, if the entire dynasty's civil and military officials' necks will be branded with a blood-red lip, it'll really be an eyesore! "

When she heard his words, she seemed to gnash her teeth. However, when she looked at his face again, she could only see the calmness on it. Zhao Jing took a deep breath. "This thing can only be given to Father Zhong. After all, Father Zhong is just below him!" She smiled meaningfully, but it was hard to conceal the sadistic look on her face.

Dongfang Wenming thought that if this went on, sooner or later he would make her experience what it meant to be truly "under one person"!

With a sigh, Dongfang Wenming took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it over to Zhao Jing. "Take a look. Is this what Uncle Ke summoned to you?"

Zhao Jing was startled and immediately extended his hand to receive it. His eyes widened as he asked, "Why is it that even Father Zhong has one?"

"Only the Prime Minister's Estate has it, shouldn't the Residence of Regent have it?" Dongfang Wenming snorted, and looked at her coldly, "The Prime Minister's Palace has it, the Regent's Palace will have it too. However, what I have, he may not even have it! " He stared straight at her, causing Zhao Jing to feel a chill run down his spine.

This man was not lightly sick?! You still don't stop bickering with Cobb?