Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

Although Xiao Chengyu sent Si Yuan away, the emperor still knew about the Heze peony being picked.

"I heard that people in your palace picked peonies in the imperial garden privately?" The old emperor lay on the beauty couch.

He who indulged too much had a sluggish look, his eyes were black and blue, and his cheeks were puffy. .seven

He is clearly the emperor of Kowloon, but he doesn't have the slightest air of a king.

"Father, who did you listen to?" Xiao Chengyu casually played with a jade bead in his hand, "Sister Eight?"

"That's right, that girl came to me and said that you murdered her because of a court lady, and said that the court lady had the audacity to go to my imperial garden to steal flowers. Yu'er, is this serious?"

"Since I'm the servant's maid, how can I call it stealing if I go to pick some flowers?" Xiao Chengyu didn't answer directly.

This answer satisfied the old emperor very much.

Because Xiao Chengyu will inherit the throne in the future, if he has no majesty at all, he will have to consider whether to let him succeed.

As for whether the peonies were picked by the court lady privately, or Xiao Chengyu asked them to pick them, it was just a matter of his words.

And Xiao Chengyu's answer made him rest from punishing the maid.

The old emperor closed his eyes wearily: "Your imperial sister is really a bit too capricious."

For such a trivial matter, he came to trouble him early in the morning, disturbing his temperament!

Thinking about it, he raised his eyelids and glanced at the beauty beside him.

Next to his leg was a concubine who was favored last night, pinching his calf.

Seeing the emperor's gaze, the beauty lowered her head in embarrassment, revealing her fair and slender neck.

And because of this action, the skirts of the clothes were slightly opened.

The old emperor's eyes lingered back and forth along the skirt of his clothes and on her chest.

Xiao Chengyu ignored the flirting between these two people the whole time.

Or should I say commonplace.

The old emperor has often claimed that he was sick and unable to go to court since a year ago, but in fact he kept recruiting beauties to enter the palace and linger in the gentle village.

Xiao Chengyu doesn't like to come to this place, because this place is full of obscene atmosphere.

Very disgusting.

He looked at the jade beads in his hand.

This is made of black jade, and the lotus is carved. I don't know which country paid tribute to it. After it was put into the warehouse, it was never taken out again.

I don't know where the little milk ball came from, so I insisted on giving it to him.

Obviously it's his stuff.

But she asked her to borrow flowers to present to Buddha.

Xiao Chengyu was a little disgusted, but couldn't help but think of the way Xiao Naituan stood at the door and stared at him before he came over.

Like a child who is afraid of being abandoned.

Xiao Chengyu couldn't sit still anymore, a trace of irritability flashed across his brows and eyes.

He rudely interrupted the flirting between the old emperor and the concubine: "If the father is fine, the son will go back to read."

Only then did the father realize that he was looking for Xiao Chengyu for something.

The old emperor: "Yu'er has also reached the age of dancing spoons, and she should learn what she should know. I heard that you have never had a maid to serve you. This is not good."

Xiao Chengyu lowered his eyebrows: "I have Chengde by my side, he is very clever."

The old emperor: "That's an old eunuch, what does he know!"

Xiao Chengyu: "Although Chengde is old, he is caring."

The old emperor scolded: "I didn't mean that!"

The concubine at the side covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Xiao Chengyu still had a flat tone: "My son is puzzled, please clarify."

The old emperor just glanced at him with an expression of 'rotten wood cannot be carved'.

The imperial concubine nudged the emperor with a sweet voice: "Your Majesty, Your Highness is still young, unlike your Majesty, you have experienced many battles."

At the end of the sentence, the tone of voice rose slightly, as if implying something.

The kneading hand also gradually goes up.

The old emperor's breathing became heavy.