Female Majesty: I Am A Prime Minister, Do You Think I Am A Succubus?

Qin Yueliang was taken away.

Lin Qingshan could guess how much she would suffer in the dungeon.

However, he didn't mean to pity the other party.

How many times had he been slapped in the imperial mausoleum?

In the past three months, he wanted to make a deal with Qin Yueliang, but the other party refused to agree.

Even so, he did not resort to lynching.

Otherwise, the three girls in the Qin Family all have the same problem, they cannot cooperate with others.

Now both sides suffer, and it's all her own fault.

Since the eldest princess is so tough, let’s touch it with the iron whip of the Demon Cult Saintess.

Han Rongrong took Qin Yueliang away. Before leaving, she looked at Lin Qingshan curiously.

Since the master was here, she didn't say anything.

However, her beautiful eyes were full of curiosity and greed.

Lin Qingshan was very familiar with this look, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

He suppressed his worries and told himself that he must stay away from Han Rongrong in the future.

This is Leng Feiyan's apprentice. If the other party spies on him and causes any gossip, then he will not be able to stay in Xuanluomen any longer.

Lin Qingshan decided to try not to leave the courtyard from now on.

He sat at the table, waiting for Leng Feiyan's arrival.

"Xiaoshan, are you about to have an attack soon?"

Leng Feiyan came into the room, hugged his neck from behind, and asked intimately. Her pride could be felt in her tone.

Like an old hunter, he methodically waits for his prey to struggle in the trap until it is no longer able to resist.

At this time, she will come over lazily and gracefully, tasting the delicious food on her lips.

"...Yes, once every three days." Lin Qingshan stared blankly at the sunset outside the window and replied desperately.

"Once every three days?

I didn’t expect you to be quite clingy.

Then sister will come over to accompany you once every three days, okay? "

Leng Feiyan said happily.

Lin Qingshan could feel her liking, but her liking was like seeing an appetizer that she liked and just eating one bite was enough.

For strong women, love is definitely not everything.

Lin Qingshan nodded silently and agreed that it was good that the other party would not pester her.

The sun sets and the sky finally gets dark.

Lin Qingshan's body gradually weakened, and at the same time, the charm in her body also began to take effect.

White air began to spurt out of his nose.

"Let's go."

Leng Feiyan watched him bend down, and her whole demeanor became obedient and smart.

She smiled softly, and then couldn't help but pick up the other person and walk to the bed.

She wanted to have a good taste of this Prime Minister that she still covets.

…

The life of being taken care of was not as bad as imagined, but it was also very boring.

Fortunately, Lin Qingshan is a person who can sit still.

In order to avoid attracting bees and butterflies, he really stayed in this small courtyard.

He would rather be a caged bird than cause trouble.

He even took the initiative to isolate himself from outside news and selectively ignored everything that happened in Dong Qin.

Leng Feiyan was very satisfied with this.

Of course, the busy female boss hopes that her spouse will stay on her own terms.

Of course, she didn't care about Lin Qingshan's condition at all.

In order to give him something to do, Leng Feiyan built a library formation for him in the small courtyard, which was filled with various books.

Lin Qingshan was very grateful for this. When he regained his senses, he soaked in the vast library and read books from morning to night to relieve his boredom.

When I couldn't get enough of reading in the formation, I took the book to the bedroom to read.

Within a month, his room was filled with books.

Lin Qingshan is a little decadent now, so he is too lazy to clean up.

The whole room is full of books.

The bed, the table, the stool, and the floor are all full of them.

There is no place to step.

This also makes the bedroom full of the faint fragrance of books.

People who love reading always put their books in a mess.

People who don't like reading put all the classics neatly.

"Eating, sleeping, and reading, this life is not bad."

Lin Qingshan is very satisfied with his current life.

He lay on the floor, pillowed on a thick dictionary, pushed the books beside him, picked up a collection of poems, and just lay on his side in the book nest, reading with relish.

"Knock, knock..."

The door suddenly sounded.

Lin Qingshan was a little confused. Today was not the day he was sick, and Leng Feiyan should not come.

Although this demon empress liked him very much, she was not so addicted.

He was rarely seen on weekdays.

Come knocking at this time, there must be something wrong?

Lin Qingshan put down the book, and he called out softly: "I'm here." Then, he lazily got up from the pile of books, too lazy to tidy up his hair, and came to the main hall in a messy state. He lazily opened the door and smiled: "Sister Leng, you are a rare guest... uh..." He was stunned. The visitor was indeed a rare guest, but it was not Leng Feiyan, but the head of the Punishment Hall of Xuanluo Sect, the Saintess Han Rongrong of the Demon Sect. Lin Qingshan was as if he was facing a great enemy. He quickly cheered up and tidied his hair in a panic. If he met Han Rongrong in this image, wouldn't that be Qingwen meeting Mrs. Wang? Looking for tidying up! He smiled ashamedly: "It's the head of the Han Hall. I'm sorry for not welcoming you. I haven't tidied up either. Why are you here?" His loose and lazy appearance not only did not affect his brightness, but made him more romantic. He really is already a qualified canary. While tidying up his hair, Lin Qingshan complained in his heart that he was Leng Feiyan's family member after all. Why didn't Han Rongrong come here and tell him in advance? Han Rongrong stood in front of him so coquettishly. Saintess, the demon cult who killed people without blinking an eye, looked at him with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

Then, he saw her lean forward and look inside on tiptoe.

"Mr. Lin, are you alone?"

"Yes, the head of the sect didn't come." Lin Qingshan answered softly.

He kept muttering in his heart.

What does she mean by asking this question?

Is there anyone else in the room?

Is she here to catch an adulterer?

Thinking of Han Rongrong's identity, Lin Qingshan was a little worried.

Could it be that Leng Feiyan asked the head of the Punishment Hall to monitor him?

However, it should be possible to think about it.

He is now a succubus, and he has to find a woman to help him every three days.

Leng Feiyan is busy every day, but she is not a fool.

She is probably afraid of being cuckolded, so she asked her right-hand man to come and supervise.

Lin Qingshan couldn't help but chuckle. There is really not much trust between people.

But he doesn't care.

A journey of a thousand miles reveals a horse's strength, and a person's heart is revealed over time.

He believed that he could eat this bowl of soft rice steadily.

"I have been reading recently and have not gone out. Master Han, please rest assured."

He hurriedly and carefully came into the house and poured tea for Han Rongrong.

Then, he greeted warmly: "Master Han, come in and have a cup of tea. The room is quite messy. I am really sorry for not entertaining you well."

Han Rongrong looked at him with a playful look on her face. She turned her head and looked behind her to make sure that there was no one. Then she walked in with a silly smile.

She didn't say much, just sat on the guest seat, holding the tea bowl in one hand, playing with the world.

Just look at the three tea sets tumbling up and down in her fair little hands, but the tea did not leak.

Lin Qingshan weighed Han Rongrong's appearance.