Chapter 1162： My Gentle Tyrant (44)

Fu Yue subconsciously glanced in the direction Yu Li had left, and then Ji Rong broke his head back.

"..."

Ji Rong retracted his slender fingers casually, pursed his thin lips, and said, "Don't look at him anyway, Yu Li has already left. Look again, he won't be able to stay with you!"

Fu Yue glanced at Ji Rong inexplicably, unable to figure out what nonsense he was talking about.

"Who wants him to accompany me, are you sick?"

The corners of the emperor's crimson lips made a small curve unconsciously.

He was happy.

Ji Rong stretched out his hand and half-wrapped Fu Yue's shoulder and walked towards the palace, and lazily replied: "Yeah. I have something wrong...Don't talk about him, it's getting late, let's go back to sleep."

Fu Yue: "......?"

It's been a long time in that world.

Because the time flow rate is different.

This world is only an hour past.

Therefore, it is midnight.

Laifu stayed at the gate of Weiyang Palace for a long time and did not wait for his majesty to return. He was so sleepy that he was dozing off and fell asleep. The whisk in his hand fell to the ground.

Laifu murmured.

"Oh my majesty, where did you go..."

Sleepy eyes.

Laifu saw Ji Rong come back to the bedroom with a woman.

"……?His Majesty?"

Laifu rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not blind.

The beautiful and violent king glanced at the old eunuch, "Go away."

Laifu: "Good~"

He took the whisk and rolled away smoothly. After turning around, the white-faced eunuch's eyes were unabashedly shocked.

Wasn't this noble concubine being beaten into the cold palace? Why is this taken back by His Majesty?

So... before that was just the fun between husband and wife? What a joke?

No, at that time, looking at your Majesty, there was a lot of fire. How could this happen all at once... Laifu really couldn't figure it out.

In the end it boils down to one sentence-

The imperial concubine is clever.

Even your Majesty can play with it in applause.

Laifu silently expressed his admiration for Fu Yue.

Allowing Ji Rong to hold herself, Fu Yue instructed the tyrant with peace of mind, and hummed: "Hold me to the bed. I am sleepy and want to sleep."

Ji Rong walked with long legs, he glanced at the woman with a low eye, his thin lips curled up with an imperceptible smile.

Humph.

Just dare to order me.

Forget it, who told me to be generous, I can only barely satisfy you.

"I want to sleep with you."

Ji Rong bent down and squeezed Fu Yue's chin, his tone incapable of holding his beak.

Fu Yue patted his paws open: "Whatever you do... don't let me be the boss, I won't eat it!"

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

"Although you are rich and handsome, your image as a domineering emperor is almost destroyed by me."

After speaking, Fu Yue sighed: "I still missed you when you were such a small one."

She stretched out her hand and gestured for length.

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

The corner of Ji Rong's mouth twitched: "..."

Why can't I skip this section of getting smaller?

The man's slender figure was instantly pressed down, his hands resting on Fu Yue's shoulders, leaning against her ears, softly seduced.

"Want to see me getting smaller?"

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

Ji Rong hugged her waist along the way, and slowly moved up her slender and cool fingers.

"Then have a child with me."

"You can see it..."