The reborn son cursed his mother, bah, she heard it all

Undoubtedly, Jiang Ying was being harassed by the Dog Prince into a fight again.

And after doing it once, he was still not satisfied.

Jiang Ying was immediately furious, "Prince, do you understand moderation? Moderation!"

The key point is that we must go to pay respects to the emperor later.

Thinking about it, Jiang Ying wished she could just disappear from the spot. How could she face people like this?

Yan Zhuo didn't care at all. He held Jiang Ying's face and gave her a passionate kiss, then took her hand...

He said teasingly, "When I was unconscious, you teased me. Why didn't you show some restraint?"

Jiang Ying subconsciously pulled away, but was held tightly by Yan Zhuo.

"I know you are tired, so... eh? Otherwise, how can I get up and face others when you are like this?"

As he said that, he lifted the quilt and let Jiang Ying see.

Jiang Ying: "..."

A quick glance showed that her face was flushed.

Not only was he gifted, but he also deeply felt that the way the Dog Prince peeped after he woke up was completely different from when he was still a vegetable.

……

I had no choice but to help him one more time.

Jiang Ying's shrimp-colored face buried deeper and deeper.

But even so, Yan Zhuo refused to let him go.

The rich and plump flesh is ruthlessly changing its shape.

I almost broke my hand, but it finally healed.

Jiang Ying moved his sore arms, feeling extremely regretful. If he had known this would be the case, he would have just gone for it.

After all this trouble, it was already noon.

Yan Zhuo was still unable to get up. He looked more energetic than any other elixir he had taken. He continued to hold his chin and stare at his young wife, as if he could never see enough of her.

Jiang Ying tried to get up, but he pushed her back, "Don't worry."

So, they finally waited until Eunuch Huang came personally with people to knock on the door.

"Your Highness Prince Mo, Princess Mo, the Emperor asked me to ask if you two would like to have lunch together in the palace?"

Listen, this tone is not a mockery, Jiang Ying's name is written backwards!

And it's something that dog emperor would do.

Jiang Ying glared at Yan Zhuo with resentment for several times, but the latter just smiled. Finally, under Jiang Ying's coercion, he responded to Huang Mingquan, "Eat. I am very hungry. Eunuch Huang asked the imperial kitchen to prepare more food, preferably more meat."

"Shameless!" Jiang Ying felt like a big victim.

But in fact, they didn't really eat nothing during this day and night.

After all, Jiang Ying still has space.

No matter whether the snacks or fruits stored in it are enough to fill your stomach.

It's just that eating those spiritual fruits can replenish qi and strengthen the kidneys...

This was the first time that Jiang Ying felt a little disgusted with his own personal space!

When she stood up, Jiang Ying's waist and knees were sore and she didn't want to move. Yan Zhuo was very conscientious and helped her put on all her clothes properly.

Then he took her in his arms and swaggered out of the house, heading for the Emperor's Palace of Tranquil Longevity.

When the emperor saw the two of them, he smiled so hard that his mouth almost swayed. "Brother Zhuo, congratulations. Not only have you recovered from your illness, but you've also got a beautiful woman."

Jiang Ying wanted to roll his eyes. See, our emperor loves to eat melons!

Yan Zhuo let go of Jiang Ying and stepped forward to bow, "Thank you, my Royal Brother, for not blaming me for trespassing into the Imperial Palace."

The emperor smiled and said, "Don't blame me, I am so happy for you, brother."

Then he looked at Huang Mingquan and said, "Serve the meal. Prince Mo is so ill that he can't get out of bed. I haven't had a drink with him for a long time."

However, Jiang Ying was the only woman at the dinner table, and she was his brother's wife, which was somewhat inappropriate.

So the emperor was in a good mood and sent Eunuch Huang to ask for help. "The imperial concubine is in poor health. Let Concubine Qiao accompany him."

Among the concubines, Concubine Qiao's temperament is somewhat similar to Jiang Ying.

The emperor was envious and jealous when he saw the young couple being together, so he couldn't help but catch one of them to show his love to him.

Concubine Qiao was indeed as beautiful and youthful as the legend said. She was wearing a gorgeous peach-colored palace dress, which made her look several years younger.

Her voice was especially soft and pleasant, "Your Majesty has finally remembered me. I thought you had forgotten me a long time ago."

As he spoke, his gaze passed lightly across Jiang Ying's face, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but when he saw Jiang Ying and Yan Zhuo's hands close together on the table, he quickly retracted his gaze.

There are many women in the palace, so suspicion is inevitable.

The emperor took extraordinary care of this beautiful and capable sister-in-law.

It was previously rumored that King Mo had become a living dead. When his elder brother died, he would marry his sister-in-law, and when his younger brother died, he would marry his younger sister. This was not uncommon in the history of Southern Zhao, so all the concubines in the harem could not control their desire to see him as an imaginary enemy.

Fortunately, Prince Mo woke up in time. I heard last night that the two of them stayed in the palace together, and they were very much in love and had a deep affection.

Concubine Qiao bowed gracefully, her smile becoming more sincere, "Wanwan didn't know Prince Mo and Miss Jiang were here too. I'm sorry for being so rude."

The emperor waved his hand and asked her to stand up. "You are always so petty to me. Come here and have dinner with me and Prince Mo and his wife."

"Yes." Concubine Qiao walked slowly to the emperor's side and sat down next to him. Her slender waist could be held in one hand, and her hands were as soft as willow branches, so soft that it made people intoxicated.

Not to mention men, even a woman like Jiang Ying would feel fire rising in her dantian when she saw it.

Yan Zhuo was not happy that she only stared at Concubine Qiao, so he tickled her palm with a small gesture, and his face was even more gloomy, "Brother, you have summoned such a beautiful concubine. Your humble servant and Ying'er, how can we have an appetite to eat? Let's just enjoy the feast."

The emperor held Concubine Qiao's hand and smiled happily, "Jiang, listen to me, is Prince Mo jealous? It would be fine if it was someone else, but he is jealous of women. I was kind enough to let Concubine Qiao accompany you for dinner, but now I am wrong, right?"

Jiang Ying was helpless to be affected, and glanced at Yan Zhuo unhappily, "Your Majesty, ignore him. Maybe he just woke up after lying in bed for three months, and his brain is not working well."

"Puchi", the emperor couldn't help laughing.

He looked between the two of them again and again with great interest, thinking to himself, Jiang is the only one in this world who can help him discipline Yan Zhuo.

After they officially get married, I'm afraid there will be more excitement to watch.

After some amusement, they finally started eating.

Yan Zhuo really didn't order those meat dishes in vain. He didn't care whether it was Concubine Qiao or not. He picked up the meat firmly and quickly. From time to time, he also fed Jiang Ying some chicken legs, chicken wings, shrimps, etc. Concubine Qiao was shocked but didn't dare to show it.

The emperor was always moderate when eating. No matter whether he liked the food on the table or not, or whether it was delicious or not, he would only eat that much at each meal. No matter how much he liked a dish, he would not take a third chopstick.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but tease Yan Zhuo, "Brother Zhuo, I see that you don't look sick, but rather like you haven't eaten for eight hundred years, right?"

It looks so shabby.

The dignified Prince Nan Zhao, how can he eat like this? If he were to go on a diplomatic mission to another country, wouldn't he be laughed at to death?

Yan Zhuo didn't take it seriously, "Brother Emperor, I used to eat too much vegetarian food, which was not good for my physical and mental health. Now that I have woken up from lying down for a while, I realize how precious meat is to humans.

From now on, I will cherish the delicious food and eat it in a balanced way three times a day."

Although he was eating, his long-term cultivated elegance and refinement made his movements not at all rude. On the contrary, they were inexplicably charming.

That’s right, Jiang Ying always felt that what he said didn’t just mean eating?

After a while, seeing that Yan Zhuo had eaten at least one bowl of meat, Jiang Ying decisively stopped him from using his chopsticks, "Are you going to die? Before, when you were in bed, you mostly drank liquid food and ate minced meat. Now you have to eat slowly."

Yan Zhuo glanced at her sideways, his eyes moving, "Okay, take your time."