[Comprehensive martial arts] I am not a coquettish bitch

Relying on the emperor's favor, the two aggressively punished the disobedient concubine, and then the Jingmao boy, who was dressed up in a beautiful pink dress and wore a blue skirt with a face of humiliation, rushed towards Zhu Jianshen bedroom.

Poor Zhu Jianshen didn't feel at ease even when he passed out.All he could think about was the pile of magnificent memorials that Zhu Naiwen had piled up for him for three months.The eyeballs rolled uneasily under the eyelids, and finally opened them with a faint sigh.

When he opened his eyes, Zhu Jianshen could feel the scent of shredded chicken porridge rushing into his nostrils.

His Majesty the Emperor, who drank three bowls of white rice porridge from yesterday to this morning, felt very hopeless when he smelled this tempting smell, and secreted a lot of saliva from his mouth crazily—it was really too much. Tempting_(:з」∠)_

"Your Majesty, how do you feel about your body?" The familiar dialogue sounded again, and Concubine Wan Gui's worried face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Zhu Jianshen's eyes lit up.Thinking in my heart, Aifei, are you finally going to stop tormenting me, then I weakly stretched out my claws to grab Concubine Wan Gui's hand: "Aifei... did you specially prepare chicken porridge for me? "

Concubine Wan Gui's gorgeous and beautiful face slowly burst into a beautiful and thrilling smile, and she pressed Zhu Jianshen's paw back: "What are you talking about, Your Majesty, this concubine personally ordered the kitchen to cook light white rice porridge for you Woolen cloth."

Zhu Jianshen: "..."

Zhu Jianshen took a few breaths very weakly, and admitted his mistake: "My concubine... I was wrong, so don't bother me, okay?" QAQ

Concubine Wan Gui helped Zhu Jianshen's upper body up very considerately, and put a soft pillow behind him for people to lean on.He took a bowl of porridge from the tray held by the little maid next to him.After filling a spoonful with a porcelain spoon, he blew lightly and then stretched it out: "How dare my concubine blame the emperor on you."

Seeing that all the food was fed to his mouth, Zhu Jianshen had no choice but to eat it first.Then he widened his eyes in surprise.

Because what I ate this time was not the white rice porridge without even a drop of sesame oil, but the shredded chicken porridge that is rare in a century!

His Majesty the Emperor closed his mouth tightly regardless of his image, enjoying the feeling of the finely chopped chicken shreds passing over the tip of his tongue.Even after eating delicacies from mountains and seas for so many years, Zhu Jianshen never thought that ordinary shredded chicken porridge could be so delicious.

"Yunxue, do you mean you're forgiving me?" Zhu Jianshen carefully looked at Concubine Wan Gui's face, and didn't even dare to make too much movement to drink porridge.

"The concubine is afraid that if another emperor suddenly disappears, what should I do if only the concubine is left in this deep palace?" Concubine Wan Gui sighed sadly, her slender eyebrows lightened slightly. Frown lightly.

Zhu Jianshen quickly swallowed the porridge in his mouth, grabbed Concubine Wan Gui's sleeve and said flatteringly, "Don't worry, Yunxue, I promise that this kind of thing will never happen again in the future." The attitude of swearing to the sky made Concubine Wan Gui's eyes light up.

"So the emperor promised the concubine to choose a few more younger sisters to accompany the concubine?"

Zhu Jianshen only felt that his heart became cold because of this sentence.Aifei, are you serious when you say this?Could it be that you have no feelings for me at all?

Zhu Jianshen was worrying about how to better convince Concubine Wan Gui of his determination to be loyal to her, and his determination that he would never accept another concubine in the future.Suddenly, a more intense and fragrant smell of meat spread into the nose.

He sniffled and looked around in a daze.

Jiang Chen held up a pig's trotter while gnawing on it, his mouth was full of oil, which didn't match his beautiful appearance at all, and walked over.The smell of the fragrant and delicious pork trotters flowed down the air into Zhu Jianshen's stomach that hadn't seen a little bit of oil for a long time, causing a convulsion.

Seeing that Concubine Wan Gui was still feeding Zhu Jianshen one bite at a time, she immediately urged with some dissatisfaction: "Okay, the mutton soup has been stewed for an hour and a half. Hurry up and finish feeding him so we can go drink the soup."

Zhu Jianshen: "..."

When you say this, can you think about my feelings as a person who is still sick in bed_(:з」∠)_

As the king of a country, labor and capital have not eaten a bite of meat for three months and a day, okay? (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Concubine Wan Gui hesitated for a moment between the food and the emperor, and then without hesitation planned to abandon the poor Comrade Zhu Jianshen, and planned to go outside to drink a bowl of delicious mutton soup.She stuffed the porridge bowl neatly into Zhu Jianshen's hand, then got up and said, "Your Majesty, you should eat by yourself first. The concubine will come back after going."

Zhu Jianshen showed his strength the moment she got up and left, quickly grabbed Concubine Wan Gui's long sleeves, and looked at Concubine Wan Gui with a sad face: "My concubine, will you really come back? "

"Yes, I will definitely come back to accompany the emperor when the concubine finishes eating." Concubine Wan Gui's gorgeous red lips evoked a beautiful arc, but she mercilessly took a finger that looked pale and thin. Breaking apart one by one, he forcefully pulled Zhu Jianshen's hand off.

When his left hand was about to be completely separated, Zhu Jianshen grabbed his right hand without hesitation, and looked up at Concubine Wan Gui eagerly: "Actually, if my concubine doesn't want to leave my side, I can go and accompany you all." We ate together."

"Your majesty, the imperial doctor said that you can't eat greasy and meaty things." Jiang Chen who was standing beside him couldn't stand it anymore and rolled his eyes: "If you can't help but eat greasy food for a while, Things fell down, who will look at the pile of memorials in the imperial study?"

He looked out of the screen with his head, and waved at Jing Mao: "Jing Mao, come here quickly, and coax your emperor to eat."

Remembering that he struggled all night last night to finally read the memorial on the top floor, Zhu Jianshen felt dizzy again.There was an urge to rush into the dungeon to drag out Zhu Naiwen, who had accumulated a lot of work for him, and then ruthlessly grabbed the other person's neck and shook him for a whole day.

After a while, the shy Jing Mao appeared from behind the screen.

Although Jing Mao and the others were imprisoned in the depths of the prison, the food treatment was much better than that of Zhu Jianshen, the emperor who ate his last meal and never finished. If no one remembered to bring him food, he would be hungry all day.

At least every meal has a steamed bun and a bowl of vegetarian dishes, and occasionally there is an extra meal of chicken legs or something.

After three months, although I have lost a lot of weight, my skin has become more transparent and bright because I don't have to run around all day to be exposed to the wind, sun and rain.Wearing the small light blue skirt specially selected by the two of them, and using the belt to outline the slender waist of the young man, it gave people a fresh and bright feeling.

This time, with Concubine Wan Gui's affectionate joining, the delicate and beautiful Jingmao, who was originally transformed by Jiang Chen's superb makeup technology, was carefully pasted with a golden flower tint on the center of the forehead by Concubine Wan Gui.Carefully painted a few petals with red rouge.

This is simply the finishing touch.Along the way, the two of them led the well-dressed Jingmao boy to swagger through the city, and they seduced how many guards and hidden guards who had no targets to drool overtly and secretly.

Zhu Jianshen almost didn't know this little secret guard who followed him since he was a child.

His Majesty the Emperor's eyes widened, and he looked at Jing Mao as if he were a big girl with yellow flowers spoiled by two hooligans.With a trembling voice, he asked the delicate and beautiful girl in blue clothes, "Are you... Jingmao?"

Jing Mao bit his lower lip, looking at Zhu Jianshen with rippling eyes (actually asking for help): "Your Majesty..."

Zhu Jianshen looked at the two demons in front of him with a sad face, but the main point of condemnation was already on Jiang Chen: "What did you guys do to Jing Mao? Why did he become like this?"

Jiang Zha waved his hand very irresponsibly, and said casually: "Isn't it just putting on makeup, what's the big deal. Hurry up and serve your emperor for dinner. Remember to come and drink mutton soup later. I will remember I'll save a bowl for you."

After speaking, he pulled Concubine Wan Gui's clothes, and the two ran out to eat and drink in an aboveboard and very irresponsible manner.

Jing Mao took a deep breath.With trembling fingertips, he took out an oiled paper bag from his arms that he endured the humiliation and had to bear a heavy burden in exchange for it.Carefully peel off the layers of oil paper on the top, revealing several small and exquisite shrimp dumplings inside.

The pink shrimp meat is exposed through the translucent dumpling skin, which looks very delicious.

"Your Majesty, I blame my subordinates for being useless. I can only secretly bring you a few shrimp dumplings." Jing Mao held the precious dumplings that he had finally stolen by sacrificing his own appearance, step by step. Walking towards Zhu Jianshen.

Zhu Jian took a deep breath, feeling a bit sore on the tip of his nose: "Jing Mao, in the end you still remember me."

Shrimp dumplings, which are usually inconspicuous, seem so precious at this moment.When Zhu Jianshen reached for those shrimp dumplings, he always had a devout attitude.Almost cherishing it, he put one of them in his mouth.

Then, before he started chewing, Jiang Chen poked his head out from behind the screen again, and said, "By the way, I see you're busy recently. It just so happens that the few people caught this time have a grudge against me. Let's eat later." After dinner, I'll help you with the first trial, and I promise to recruit everything."

Jing Mao originally had his back to the screen, but such a sentence suddenly made his hands tremble.

Those few dumplings who sacrificed their innocence in exchange just rolled to the ground with a lot of dust.

Jiang Chen: "..."

Jiang Chen couldn't laugh or cry: "Is it necessary for you two to be so sneaky when you want to eat meat? I just said, why did you come in and ask for personal kung fu? The shrimp dumplings on the table were reduced by half. You took away all the feelings, ah Jing Mao."

Jing Mao was called by his name in this way, as if he had been summoned by a demon, he turned around and put his arm in front of Zhu Jianshen.Fearless with a heroic face: "I tell you, I will not yield to you. You don't want to do anything to us anymore."

"Tch, I just finished what I wanted to do to you." Jiang Chen chuckled disdainfully, then touched his chin.He looked up and down at Zhu Jianshen who was lying on the dragon couch with a sickly face with malicious eyes: "But it's okay to do something to our emperor."

Jing Mao and Zhu Jianshen's faces turned pale all of a sudden.

Under this meaningful gaze, the two of them were like two little white flowers trembling with each other, and they almost hugged each other and shivered.

Jiang Chen retracted his head, and after a while brought a small white porcelain plate in.There are a few shrimp dumplings on the plate: "Okay, I won't tease you. Hurry up and eat, Jingmao will remember to go to the prison with me for interrogation later."

When Jiang Chen had a leisurely meal, was full of mutton soup, took a lunch box and casually packed some leftover food and walked to the prison.Gong Jiuzheng was staring at the bowl of green vegetables and tofu that the jailers had just brought with a look of bitterness and hatred.

The ninth son, who has always been used to extravagance, is engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.Should I eat this bowl of vegetables and tofu for the sake of my stomach, or should I refuse to eat this bad-looking thing for my delicate tongue?

In fact, he has been locked up here for a day and a half, and he has done similar ideological struggles several times.

However, Gongjiu chose to give in every time because of the chest injury and the cold air inside the dungeon.Today is no exception.

Just when he was holding the bowl of green vegetables and tofu and comforting himself in his heart that his husband would be able to bend and stretch, the person he arranged would come to rescue him in a few days and then he would not have to eat this kind of junk food, and he found a corner and squatted down with his back facing the prison door. When you are about to eat this bowl of boiled vegetables and tofu without even a drop of sesame oil...

"Yo, Mr. Jiu, what kind of delicacies are you enjoying alone? You still hide it so that no one will see it." Jiang Chen's hideous-sounding words sounded behind Gong Jiu.The sarcasm and teasing in the tone can be heard with your toes.

Gong Jiu: "..." Why is it this lingering alluring bitch again?

The moment Gong Jiu heard this voice, he even unceremoniously greeted Ye Gucheng who was not there in his heart - he couldn't even control his own man, and let him run around.Is this still the majestic White Cloud City Lord!

A second after hearing the voice, Gong Jiu hesitated whether to turn around or not.And after three seconds passed, he found sadly that there was obviously no place to hide anything in the small corner where he was squatting.

So he turned around angrily, raised his chin and looked at Jiang Chen.He opened his mouth to taunt: "What? Ye Gucheng didn't come with you this time? Are you afraid that I will kidnap you and run out from here?"

When he said this, if Gong Jiu didn't hold that old porcelain bowl in his hand, and there wasn't a bowl of vegetables and tofu in it, it would still be very convincing.

Jiang Chen was not afraid of his harsh words at all.Instead, he frivolously glanced at the two chains on Gong Jiu's wrist, clutched his chest very cooperatively, and said coquettishly: "I'm so scared, Mr. Jiu, you know how to bully others...it's too much. "

Gong Jiu: "..." So who is bullying whom?Do you dare to touch your conscience and say it again!

Suo Xing Gong Jiu is also a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, and he has long been used to this level of artificiality.He very naturally put the broken porcelain bowl on the wooden bed next to him.Then he turned over and went to bed, resting his head on his arm in a pleasing movement.

It's as if the bed under him is not a dilapidated wooden bed, but a royal couch made of precious sandalwood with exquisite patterns carved.

He said casually between his brows and eyes: "Did you come to me just to talk about this kind of thing?"

Jiang Chen smiled with a very good temper: "Of course it's not for this kind of thing."

5 minutes later.

Gong Jiu was lying on that tattered plank bed, his limbs were tied at the head and end of the bed by rough hemp ropes.The clothes on the upper body were stripped clean, only the thick gauze wrapped around the chest barely covered the spring light on the chest.

He struggled desperately, wanting to raise his head: "What are you going to do to me?"

Jiang Chen pushed his struggling head down.He waved his hands to the jailers who were helping to hold his hands and feet, and said with a smile, "I've troubled you just now, but this guy really didn't want to cooperate with me, so he made such a bad plan."

A few rough old men blushed immediately at his seductive smile.

The head of the prison quickly pinched the thigh of the jailer with black and red face, so that the prisoner came back to his senses.Then he said to Jiang Chen with a flattering face: "Where is that? These are what we should do. Girl, do you think there is anything else we can help with?"

The head of the prison looked at the rows of instruments of torture placed in the corner.

There are always such things prepared in the prison cells of all dynasties.It is specially prepared for those who would rather die than recruit.Under torture, more or less useful things can be said.

Even if Zhu Jianshen is a good emperor who governs the country with benevolence, it is no exception.

Jiang Chen's eyes naturally followed him, but he shook his head with a smile: "I don't need to bother you." Then he took out a small pouch from his sleeve and handed it over: "This is one of mine. Give me some thought, let the brothers buy wine and drink."

"If there is anything needed here, I will call you again."

So a group of jailers left immediately.Only Jing Mao was left standing in the corner with a food box on his shoulders expressionless.His eyes are empty, like a delicate and beautiful porcelain doll without a soul, and his mind has long been wandering.

"Okay, everyone is gone." Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at Gong Jiu, and rubbed his hands with a very malicious smile: "The next thing is between the two of us... "

Gong Jiuning died unyielding: "I tell you, I will not follow you. Where is Ye Gucheng? Where is Ye Gucheng? Does he not care about you?"

"Don't worry. Ye Gucheng has been busy preparing to compete with Ximen Chuuxue these two days. He has been pondering his swordsmanship all day long, so he doesn't have time to appear here right now." Jiang Chen provoked Gong Jiu with a wicked smile. Chin: "Actually, there is a sentence that I have been wanting to say for a long time."

He leaned over, spraying the warm breath on Gong Jiu's naked/exposed neck skin, arousing a small flush.In an extremely ambiguous tone, she whispered next to Gong Jiu's ear: "Scream, even if you break your throat, no one will come to rescue you."

Jing Mao couldn't bear to look directly at this dirty scene, turned around, stared at a spider web in the corner, and indulged in it.

Gong Jiu: "..."

"Okay, let's get down to business." Jiang Chen straightened his body, and lightly tapped Gong Jiu's collarbone with some cold fingertips: "Now I ask a question and you answer me obediently. If you don't say anything... just Don't blame me for being rude to you..."

The finger slid down slightly, and touched the middle of Gong Jiu's chest through the gauze.

"First question, are you from Taiping Palace or Pingnan Palace?"

Gong Jiu said with a face of humiliation: "I won't say anything, you have the ability." He said stubbornly: "So what if the most beautiful woman in the world is a man? I don't care at all!"

"Yo? I didn't expect you to be quite ambitious." Jiang Chen poked the newly grown pink flesh on his chest with a smile: "But you think too much, I already have our family, City Master Ye. Naturally, I won't I'm going to touch you again."

He slowly took out a palm-length white jade porcelain bottle from his arms, and waved it in front of Gong Jiu's eyes: "Do you know what this is?"

Before Gong Jiu could answer, Jiang Chen continued on his own: "This is the top-grade aphrodisiac exclusively provided by the royal family." He uncorked the bottle and poured out a little finger-sized powder that exudes a kind of sweetness. The greasy scented pills were displayed in front of Gong Jiu's eyes in the palm of his hand.

"Just one little pill like this, and it lasts all night. It's a good thing."

Gong Jiu obviously thought of something not very good, his whole face turned pale: "What do you want to do?"