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Zhao Jing blinked his eyes and refused to close them no matter what. What was he doing with his eyes closed? Why did she close it? No!

However, her stubbornness was completely useless when it came to Dongfang Weiming. It didn't matter if she didn't close her eyes. Her rough palm, full of calluses, moved from her lips to her eyes.

In that moment, Zhao Jing felt that everything in front of him was pitch black. Although his palm was rough, it also had his own warmth, ironing her eyelids. In a trance, she felt as if the whole world had quieted down, as if what Dongfang Weiming covered was not her eyes but her ears, and she could not hear a single sound from outside. It was soon followed by a warm feeling, as her wet tongue suddenly intruded into her mouth.

Zhao Jing's body stiffened. She tried her best to open her eyes, but her long eyelashes could only pass through the center of his palm.

He could feel the eyes beneath his palms blinking, but he liked the feeling. Covering her eyes, he could not see the stubbornness and sharpness in her eyes. All he could see were her red lips and white teeth. He felt that at this moment, Zhao Jing was the most obedient, and not that sharp.

Gentle rolling in the lips between the teeth, the warm ears and temples, easy to make people intoxicated. Between men and women, there were some things that could not be closed once the door was opened, only the first time and countless times, the taste of eating marrow!

Dongfang Weiming's tongue swept across her lips, moving in her mouth, greedily loving the taste between her lips. This young girl had a delicate scent of books and ink, and she exuded an irrepressible allure that any man would find irresistible. Ever since he had tasted it for the first time, his mind had been extremely restless. Now that he had finally tasted it again, he was unwilling to let it go.

Her soft and sticky lips slowly became dry from the beginning, and Dongfang Weiming felt that her body would not even belong to him anymore. His breathing became rapid, wishing that he could … He wondered if he really wanted to be a real man. However, his mind was still clear. Someone in his head was warning him that the little girl below him was the most intoxicating poison in the world. He could not touch her. Whoever touched him would die, whoever touched him would perish!

Finally, Dongfang Weiming released her lips, lowering her head to look at the red and swollen Zhao Jing.

At this moment, Zhao Jing did not dare to move at all, because she could already feel that someone had already lifted a gun, put it in her pants, and was forcefully pressing down on her. He didn't understand it before, but now he understood it, so … She was truly terrified.

The light finally returned to her eyes, her vision somewhat blurry. Zhao Jing looked at the indistinct Dongfang Weiming, and frowned slightly. A pair of innocent big eyes stared straight at him.

After a long while, Dongfang Weiming turned around and laid down beside her. Zhao Jing wanted to stand up, but he was stopped by his arm and was unable to move. At this point, she turned her head and glared at him with resentment, "Dongfang Weiming, what are you trying to do?"

What for? It's just that I don't want you to sit up and see the tent he's set up so high.

Your majesty is king, how could your subject dare to be emperor!" To Zhao Jing, his calm voice sounded like a rascal asking for a beating. She thought to herself, a person with a face thicker than the city walls must have relied on this shameless method to obtain today's merit points, right?

Dongfang Weiming looked at her with a smile that was not a smile, as if the person who had taken advantage of her just now wasn't him, and it was unknown which blind dog it was.

"What game does Uncle want to play with us?" Zhao Jing laughed coldly, her eyes revealing a sinister light, she slowly shifted her body and got closer to him, her face carrying a bit of a frivolous look, "My life belongs to Uncle, if Uncle truly likes it, then I will accompany Uncle to have a good time." She suddenly turned around and pressed his arm down, then looked at him with a misty smile.

Dongfang Weiming fiercely smacked her forehead, causing Zhao Jing's mind to be in a daze for a moment, before lying back down. Before he arrived, he was even ridiculed by others, "Kid, you're too big to play, what do you know? Rest well! "

After a long while, the carriage finally stopped. Zhao Jing looked at Dongfang Weiming, and saw that Bastard was still lying motionless. Curling his lips, Zhao Jing got up and walked out of the carriage. As the horse carriage sped off, Zhao Jing stood at his original spot, her fingertips caressing her dry lips, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. Her lips were still somewhat swollen, and there was a slight swelling in her lips. After the tip of her tongue had licked over, it seemed as if there was still the faint fragrance of that person's delicate tea.

Zhao Jing slightly straightened her body, her eyelashes drooping down, not saying a word.

Some things were untouchable!

"Your majesty?" Wei Shuge shouted in a low voice.

Zhao Jing regained his senses, "Oh … "Go back!"

Zhao Yuannan nodded. "Your majesty must be worried about the Rites of Heavenly Worship! "Don't worry!"

"Alright!" Zhao Jing retracted his gaze and exhaled a long breath. But no matter how hard she gasped, the position below her left shoulder was always extremely stifled. It was stuffy, as if something was clogging up and making it hard to breathe.

"Your majesty!" Only until they entered the Qianyuan Hall did Wei Shuge quietly take out a wine bag and give it to Zhao Jing.

"What is it?" Zhao Jing was startled, "Where did the wine come from?"

Wei Shuge laughed, "After the Emperor and Regent entered, the scenery quietly passed by, and they said that it was plum wine personally brewed by Young Master Wen. The Emperor could drink a little, but he didn't need to eat too much at once. "The scene was recounted by Young Master Wen that the alcohol had hurt your body."

Zhao Jing held onto the wineskin, "Dongfang Weiming stole the alcohol policy with one move, and exposed all of our weaknesses to the people of this world. If we want to drink in the future, we have to be on guard, in case we get drunk from carelessness!" Drunk to death was just being secretly harmed by others. She laughed dryly in a low voice, "Disguising between wine and retreat to advance is really a good idea!"

Hearing that, Wei Shuge and Zhao Yuannan could only remain silent. No one knew if this was the case. In this gloomy palace, if the Emperor didn't even have a way to vent his anger, then who knew if he would be able to hold back and fall ill.

However, the difference between good and bad could only be seen in the future.

On the other side of the Fanghua House, ever since Zhao Jing had left, Wen Rusheng no longer slept soundly. He sat by himself in the candlelight, leaning on the soft couch, and gently brushed the Plum Blossom ring on his palm with his fingertips. This ring was originally a pair, with the exact same appearance.

The scenery entered the room and made the bed. "Young master, you should rest!"

Wen Rusheng shook his head, pinching the ring on his palm, his eyes had a gentle smile, "Scene, I can't sleep, let's talk!" He paused, "Plum wine …"

"Don't worry Young Master, I'll be sending you off!" The scenery sighed. "The emperor likes to drink wine. This plum wine is delicate and mellow, and is probably the same as the emperor's. The wine that young master personally brewed was when Madame was still alive …" As he spoke up to here, the scenery paused. It seemed that he had violated some taboo.

Just as expected, when he said the word Madam, the light in Wen Rusheng's eyes became slightly colder.

Seeing that, the man lowered his head nervously. He quickly poured a cup of water and passed it to Wen Rusheng, "Young master, drink some!"

After taking a deep breath, Wen Rusheng retracted his gaze, "You know my taboos, you're not allowed to bring them up again in the future."

"Yes sir!" The scenery bowed.

Wen Rusheng took a sip of water and looked at the half-opened window. The night was dark, and the moon was as cold as water. The cold wind blew into the room, causing him to cough continuously. His face was flushed and pale.

The view quickly went to close the window, but was stopped by Wen Rusheng in a low voice, "Don't close it!"

"Young Master?" The scenery looked at him worriedly.

"Don't turn it off!" "I don't like sealed spaces. It would make me feel like I'm trapped inside a cage, opening a window would make me feel like I'm only able to breathe, remember that I'm still alive, and can breathe."

The only thing he could do was to listen to him and carefully light the stove in the room. Only then would the room be warmer, or the young master's body would not be able to withstand the heat. This year's winter season was the time when the young master would have to wait for spring to come before he could improve.

Wen Rusheng closed his eyebrows and leaned against the soft couch, coughing from time to time, but kept the ring inside his clothes, closest to his heart. It was as if the ring had a temperature, and one could feel the warmth coming from the ring at a close distance.

Yes, it was very warm in his heart!

But the night was still so long.

A cold wind was blowing. This year was considered warm, and it had already snowed at this time of the year.

In a small courtyard, Wen Yuye stood there with his hands behind his back, not moving an inch.

He scratched the back of his head as he watched the back of his young master and yawned tiredly, "Young master, why are you still standing here in such a cold weather? You want to freeze yourself into an ice sculpture here? "

Wen Yuye sighed, and did not say a word.

"Ever since I moved here, young master has been filled with worries. I know young master's motive for doing this!" "It's just for that beggar outside!" Noble Heir... "

"Alright, are you the master or am I the master?" Wen Yuye seemed to be annoyed, "There are so many things still waiting for me to do in Ministry of Justice, how can I have the time to think about that heartless person? "He is heartless and reckless. He deserves death!"

Even though he said that, who was the one who told Lu Zi to send him food and silver taels every day? Ye Zichen sighed softly, a man could have a sharp tongue but a heart? However, this Ministry of Justice was indeed a huge pit of fire. Since the young master had entered the Ministry of Justice, orders had been sent from above, all sorts of dirty jobs were pushed onto the young master. It was obvious that Young Master was just the main book, but had managed to make it seem as if his entire Ministry of Justice was under his control.

He thought to himself, this Minister of Justice is avenging his personal interests and wants to tire his young master to death! Unfortunately, the Emperor was too high and mighty. There was nothing he could do, so he could only eat in silence and swallow his teeth.

Wen Yuye turned around and walked back into the house, as if he was angry at someone, and was extremely annoyed.

"Young Master?" Stunned, he turned around and saw the beggar sticking his head out of the door. He could only let out a long sigh as he walked out.

"What happened to him? Was he being sentimental recently? Is Ministry of Justice hard to do? Looking at the way your young master is doing, even if he doesn't have a rich family, he should have a lot of private goods, so he doesn't really care about this job called Ministry of Justice. " The beggar had a disheveled appearance and was munching on a chicken leg as he sat outside the courtyard, snorting disdainfully.

"No matter how bad the job at the Ministry of Justice is, it's still due to the Emperor's kindness. If you don't want to do it, then don't!"

"Let him beg me. This young lord can definitely make the Emperor withdraw his order!" The beggar was pleased with himself.

He rolled his eyes, "Come on, you should just eat the chicken leg! "If you don't get it, you'll create some big trouble for our young master, and I'll have to clean up the mess for you!" As he said this, he patted his butt and stood up, "Right, the Rites of Heavenly Worship is approaching. You either go live in the backyard or leave right away, or else someone will recognize you and cause a huge ruckus!"

The beggar stood up. "I don't want to live under the same roof as him. I should return to my own beggar's nest!" All of a sudden, he shouted into the dark, "Who is it!"

Who was there?!