After Being Dedicated To the Tyrant By My Brother

Maybe it was Ji Ruoqing's words that were too disappointing. It was supposed to be a night. Seven times in the novel Ye Qianchen, but she was perfunctory, and she threw her aside and never heard it anymore.

Although Ji Ruoqing still felt severe pain under her body, at this moment she was shocked by the favorability value on Ye Qianchen's head, so she had no time to take care of her body.

The position where she is lying now is facing a lamp, although the candle is soft, it is still a bit dazzling.

Ji Ruoqing barely opened his eyes and saw Ye Qianchen's tall and handsome figure standing there silently against the light of the lamp, like a perfect ice sculpture, silent and strangely cold.

The quilt embroidered with the dragon pattern was loosely wrapped around his waist, showing a thin and sharp curve, coated with a layer of warm light, and a few more glances would be nosebleed.

Ji Ruoqing didn't dare to look more, so she quickly turned her attention to the top of his head.

I don't know what he is thinking about. In short, the favorability value above his head keeps jumping [-1], but within ten seconds, Ji Ruoqing's favorability value has been deducted to [-233].

"...Help!" Ji Ruoqing called the system in her mind, "What is he thinking! Why does my favorability value keep dropping!"

The system was silent for a while, and finally came to a conclusion after careful consideration.

[...Maybe he is reminiscing about the indescribable that just happened. 】

"???" Ji Ruoqing's mind was full of question marks, did she just behave so badly? So that Ye Qianchen reduced his favorability value when he thought about it?

Although she has been wailing because of dryness and pain, but at least she has a soft body, which sounds very nice...

The more Ji Ruoqing thought about it, the more she didn't understand, and after Ye Qianchen's favorability value on the top of her head fell all the way to [-250] with her back to her, she finally stopped.

Ye Qianchen slowly turned around, staring at her deeply, with a bottomless abyss.

Ji Ruoqing looked at the "250" standing on top of his head, and couldn't help but shudder. This was really terrifying.

He didn't speak, and Ji Ruoqing didn't dare to speak. The hall was surprisingly quiet, and the chill seemed to be solidified. It was piercingly cold on Ji Ruoqing's large, smooth jade muscle.

"Kang Dang!" Suddenly there was a sound of smashing dishes at the entrance of the hall. Xu was the little **** who was crushed by the cold in the hall and broke something.

Ye Qianchen's faint sight still fell on Ji Ruoqing, his thin lips lightly opened, and he said coldly: "Kill."

After that, only the voice of the little **** begging for mercy was heard further and further, and he was dragged and beheaded.

Ji Ruoqing also felt a lot of cold in her neck, and quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at Ye Qianchen again.

It was once described in the novel that Ye Qianchen likes killing people most. As long as the people around him fail to get his will, he can't escape the fate of death.

In his eyes, human life is like a grass, and it is very cheap. Even if dozens of people were ordered to be killed in a flash, he wouldn't blink.

Fortunately, this is just a novel, Ji Ruoqing sighed in her heart, so these killed by him are not real people either.

Only by thinking in this way can Ji Ruoqing feel better.

Ji Ruoqing lowered her head, and could still feel Ye Qianchen's deep gaze falling on her, like a light on her back, like a knuckle in her throat.

His presence is too strong.

She curled up uncomfortably, picked up the torn piece of brocade, barely covering part of herself.

A maid dressed in a light green palace dress with a double-ringed bun walked in, holding a small mahogany plate in her hand and a small white jade bowl. As for what is in the bowl...

"Drink." Ye Qianchen's deep and secluded eyes had no expressions, and he stood not far away, and the candlelight shadow blurred his cold face.

Ji Ruoqing stared at the bowl of black soup. She was most afraid of hardship, so she hated medicine the most.

The bitter taste of the medicine after a few steps made her frown uncontrollably, and she felt a little vomiting before drinking it.

Seeing her hesitating, Ye Qianchen's eyes gradually became cold and colder.

Ji Ruoqing felt that a cool breeze blew her delicate neck again, and if she drew on it again, she would suffer a lot more suffering than this medicine...

In order to finish the plot smoothly! In order to smooth a few things baby back to modern times! She fought this medicine!

Ji Ruoqing's heart was crossed, holding up the small white jade bowl, and pouring the medicine into his mouth with his head up.

But she didn't expect the medicine to be so bitter, and after only the first sip, she couldn't take it anymore, and instead retched on the bed.

Ye Qianchen: "..."

He didn't expect that she was so squeamish that she couldn't even drink the refuge soup?

…Or, did she deliberately not want to drink these?

Ye Qianchen looked at her dark and soft hair, with a sarcasm from the corners of her lips, and then turned and left the hall, the sound of steady and powerful footsteps amplifying a low echo in the hall.

Ji Ruoqing retched for a while, the bitterness was too strong, and she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't wait to have no taste at this moment.

Even if Ye Qianchen left, she couldn't attract any attention from her. After an unknown period of time, she felt the bitterness in her mouth faded. She lay on the side of the bed and panted for breath, regardless of her image.

She was the only one left in the golden and jade hall, it was so big and empty, only her low gasps could be heard.

But soon, there was a sound of meticulous and orderly footsteps. It was two court ladies walking in one after the other with a small redwood plate, and they slid in, hiring Tingting.

While Ji Ruoqing calmed down, she had to sigh, Ye Qianchen would really enjoy it, and the court ladies around her were all beautiful. If they were to be put into the modern era, they could all become big stars.

Ji Ruoqing's entire face went black immediately after seeing what was on the plate on the palace maid's side.

It turned out to be exactly the same decoction as before!

Ye Qianchen meant to continue drinking after vomiting, right? !

Ji Ruoqing frowned and asked unhappily, "What kind of medicine is this? Why do I have to drink it?"

Now that Ye Qianchen is not there, she has no sense of fear of lifelessness. Of course, she has to take the opportunity to play with the prestige of the original princess, so that she can keep her character.

Of course, she didn't want to drink this medicine at all. If she loses her temper and doesn't take the medicine, it would be even better.

"Ji Meiren, this is refuge soup. The king has ordered that the beauties must drink it after going to bed." The lady of the palace holding the soup medicine smiled, but what she said was so unkind.

Ji Ruoqing was still Miss Ji when she came, but once she was in bed, she was a beauty in the palace.

This novel is overhead and does not belong to any dynasty in history, and the rules in this palace are also random fabricated by the author.

For example, in the palace of the night country, the harem of Ye Qianchen has three thousand beauties, all becoming beauties.

The highest status is the first-class beauties, followed by the second-class beauties, and so on, the lowest-ranking is the ninth-class beauties.

As for Ye Qianchen's first wife, there is only one, and that is the queen, that is, the white moonlight who is still living outside and has not appeared.

I don't know why, Ye Qianchen has been in charge of Ye Kingdom for two years, but the harem has been empty and never called a beauty.

Ji Ruoqing was Ye Qianchen's first favored person, and also the first beauty in his harem, but she hadn't decided her rank yet, and won't be given a title and rank until tonight.

This information is mentioned in the novel.

Ji Ruoqing thought that she was now the only beauty in the palace. Although there would be a lot of beauties in the palace tomorrow night Qianchen, but now, her confidence is still very strong.

Her bright apricot eyes were slightly raised, and she snorted pretentiously: "What if I don't drink it?"

"..." The two palace ladies looked at each other embarrassedly, the smile on their faces was a little frozen, "The king told...If the beauty doesn't follow it, then...we can only serve the beauty and drink it..."

It sounds very nice, but in fact it means-"If you don't drink, we will start to pour it down!"

Ji Ruoqing frowned her eyebrows, looking sadly at the bowl of black soup exuding a strong bitter taste.

She was also afraid of pregnancy, and didn't want to give birth to this murderous tyrant, but the medicine was a bit bitter.

The shorter palace lady seemed to see through Ji Ruoqing's mind, and quickly took a few steps forward with the small mahogany plate, and showed her the square milky white caramel on the plate.

"Beauties don't have to worry about it. This sugar is extremely sweet. After drinking the medicine, I take a sip, and the bitterness will be suppressed."

With a bitter face, Ji Ruoqing picked up the bowl of avoiding soup again.

Why don't you prepare sugar for her earlier, then the sip of the soup that I drank before will not be drunk in vain...

Ji Ruoqing closed her eyes and pinched her nose to pour all the Bizitang into her throat, and then hurriedly put the candy in her mouth as if she was eating a Jisujiuxin pill.

It's still bitter.

My mouth is bitter, my body hurts, my heart is flustered.

Alas, she is too difficult.

…

When she came, she was carried by Ji Ruoyu. When she returned, Ji Ruoqing could only limp like a disabled person and walked back to the Silky Cloud Palace where she lived.

There's no way, it hurts so much that I can't walk!

Ye Qianchen, the big pig's hoof, kept saying that he had been looking for her for many years, and that he had waited for her for many years. In fact, he didn't even have a step to send her back to the Temple of Xianyun!

I'm completely indifferent to her, don't this pretend to be a bit like...

Thinking of this, Ji Ruoqing began to settle accounts with the system.

Ji Ruoqing: Didn’t the novel say that Ye Qianchen thought I was his white moonlight? ! Why is he not good to me at all!

[System: Warm reminder, the novel is not from the perspective of the male lead! 】

Ji Ruoqing:? ? ? If I don’t have a favorability indicator, I’m in the dark now, am I?

[System: This system can only obtain information from the original novel, and knows nothing about the others (hand-sharing). 】

Ji Ruoqing: Ye Qianchen knew that I was not his white moonlight, so he hated me so much?

However, since he doesn't like her, and even the favorability value is so negative, why should he call her to bed and give her the first time, and follow the scam of her and Ji Ruoyu, he is plotting again? what?

[System: Once again, a warm reminder, the author left a lot of foreshadowing and information in the original work, which are all hidden lines and did not point out clearly. Isn't this feeling of reasoning and discovering the secrets in the book wonderful? (Enjoy the starry eyes), the author of this novel believes that her readers can understand it with the IQ~]

Ji Ruoqing: …So I am the readers who have not enough IQ? ! This is just a **** romance novel! Why do you still engage in these little reasoning games!

[System: Ding Dong! Issue a short-term task-wait for bed again. Completed within a limited time. Deadline: Tomorrow night. 】

Ji Ruoqing:? ? ? What do you mean, let me drag this broken body and go to Ye Qianchen to find death tomorrow, and die and live several times? ! Ji Ruoqing in the original book could lie down for seven days!

Although she was not tossed by Ye Qianchen seven times like in the original book tonight, and her body and mind were not so severely injured, is she still grimacing and unsteady on the road?

[System: It’s okay, come a few more times and you’ll learn to enjoy it (squeeze your eyebrows and smirk)]

Listen, is this human?

Oh, forget, the system is not human at all.