Crazy! Crazy batch of chief ministers reduced to subordinates

As she entered, Lang Zhuo subconsciously looked up at her, with an indescribable feeling in his clear eyes.

Lang Zhuo immediately lowered his eyes, placed a soft cushion opposite the tea table, and motioned for Bei Sheng to sit down.

Bei Sheng sat over and asked directly: "When do you plan to have a rest?"

Lang Zhuo was about to pick up the pot and pour tea. When he was asked this question, he was suddenly startled. He looked up at her for a long time before he came to his senses and continued to pour the tea.

He said: "What I want is your willingness. I never force anyone."

Bei Sheng's eyes became a little softer, "How do you know that I am not willing? As long as you help me become the crown prince, I am willing to serve you."

As she spoke, she leaned forward and moved her face towards Lang Zhuo, very close.

The scent of medicine floated into Lang Zhuo's breath again. He closed his eyes slightly in obsession and leaned towards her involuntarily...

Bei Sheng tilted her head and avoided his kiss. She looked a little colder and said calmly: "Sir, tell me first, how will you help me? It's best to establish a letter of agreement so that we can feel more at ease."

Lang Zhuo's heartbeat calmed down again. He opened his eyes, with a trace of intoxication remaining in his eyes, and said, "I have all the paper and ink here. You tell me to write."

Bei Sheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay."

Lang Zhuo stood up, took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread the paper directly on the tea table, pressed it with the paper, dipped the tip of the pen in ink, raised his eyes and stared at Bei Sheng, waiting for her to make a condition.

Bei Sheng glanced at Lang Zhuo, thought for a moment, then leaned forward slightly, stared at the paper under Lang Zhuo's hand, and was about to speak.

Then at this moment, Qingyang's voice came from outside the door: "Sir, Miss Xu Er, the medicinal soup is ready."

Lang Zhuo's heart palpitated suddenly, and his eyes immediately darkened, "Medicinal soup? What medicinal soup?"

Beisheng didn't answer him and just said to the door: "Bring it in."

As soon as the door curtain was lifted, Qingyang lowered his head and did not dare to look at anything. He only put the two cups of medicinal soup in the square plate on the tea table and immediately left.

The dark brown medicinal soup was fragrant. Lang Zhuo didn't know what kind of medicinal materials it was made from. It was more fragrant than the smell on Bei Sheng's body.

Bei Sheng stood up, walked to the door, and raised the curtain. Qing Yang and On Feng who were waiting outside were startled and asked hurriedly: "What are your orders, Miss Second?"

Beisheng said calmly: "No, you guys go down and rest first. There is no need to stay here."

She ignored them and looked at each other in surprise. She shrank in, closed the door, and bolted it.

Lang Zhuo suddenly felt that something was not good about the situation. He took a few deep breaths and his Adam's apple slid twice involuntarily.

His lowered eyes glanced from the medicinal soup to Bei Sheng, who was sitting down again, and asked: "You want to kill me?"

"How could it be?" Beisheng directly picked up the bowl in front of him and drank it down in one gulp. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the medicine stains on the corner of his mouth, and then said: "Even poisonous things can't kill you. Why are you afraid of me?" A bowl of sweet soup?”

Even if she drank the bowl of medicine, even if her expression remained normal, Lang Zhuo still did not dare to touch the bowl of brown soup.

He pushed the medicine bowl aside, picked up the pen again, and said, "Let's talk about your conditions."

But Bei Sheng grabbed his arm, pulled the annoying pen out of his fingers, and threw it to the ground.

There was a soft splat, and two ink stains stained the floor.

Lang Zhuo's eyes twitched slightly.

From the killing intent seen in Bei Sheng's eyes the night before to the accumulated uneasiness now, he couldn't help but lean back.

Bei Sheng suddenly felt that he was like a frightened cat at this moment, which was a little funny, and just said: "Are you afraid of me? Why do you want to provoke me?"

She was obviously a weak woman, but her hands were surprisingly strong. Lang Zhuo's arms ached from the tight grip.

Through a layer of sleeves, you can feel her hot palms. Lang Zhuo actually started to look forward to it. He didn't know what Beisheng would do next. The more uncertain he was about the future, the more he looked forward to it.

He managed to calm down and prepared to turn his back on guests, saying, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Beisheng said: "I was afraid in the past but I am no longer afraid. You are nothing more than this, despicable, shameless and vile..."

Lang Zhuo's face was turning red, and from his cheeks to his earlobes, and then to his neck, the crimson color slowly spread.

Beisheng picked up the medicine bowl and took the medicine soup into his mouth. He pushed away the tea table between them, grabbed Lang Zhuo's collar, and with a strong force, he pulled him over and kissed him.

The fragrant medicinal soup suddenly filled Lang Zhuo's mouth and tongue. He couldn't breathe. His throat slipped while he struggled, and he swallowed all the medicinal soup into his belly...

Beisheng smiled with satisfaction, opened the city gate with his fragrant tongue, and invaded.

Lang Zhuo had never been treated like this before, and his longing for her for more than four months turned into anger.

From resisting to actively attacking, she pounced forward and was completely crushed under her, leaving no chance for her to breathe.

It was a violent storm...

The person is finally his, and the physical pleasure brings joy to his heart. The lust caused by drugs in the past has been controlled by him, but tonight it is like a rising tsunami, sweeping across the earth and destroying all living beings.

How could he control the overwhelming evil thoughts and desires when he touched this soft jade?

Crown Princess? Just let her dream.

He doesn't care that her heart is not his, but as long as this person is his.

Isn't it happier to have secret love?

All the strength in Bei Sheng's body had been exhausted. He couldn't be any softer. He was panicked and frightened, but all of this was finally suppressed by a wave of expectation.

Her eyes followed Lang Zhuo's body forward and back, watching whether his expression changed.

At this moment, Lang Zhuo's heart was inexplicably hot, just like the previous drug-induced effects. He just wanted to use more strength to completely release the fire.

So, he leaned over and bit her hot ear hard.

Xu Beisheng bit her lower lip tightly and murmured softly, her bent legs so weak that they trembled.

Lang Zhuo's voice was extremely low and hoarse, like a roaring little beast, as if he had suffered all the joy in the world and never wanted to leave this chaotic world of mortals.

Xu Beisheng's fingers curled up weakly on the floor, trying to grab something to support his body as it fell off a cliff.

Lang Zhuo's face was buried in her neck. Bei Sheng couldn't see his expression. The crimson on his neck had spread to his shoulders and chest...

The breathing in her ears gradually became heavier, and with a rough groan, he fell down on her body in vain.

Beisheng was waiting for this moment, when the medicine would take effect.

Lang Zhuo was already dripping with sweat, his exposed chest was hot due to heat, and his veins were exposed due to abdominal cramps.

He rolled off Bei Sheng's body and huddled on the cold floor, clutching his abdomen. He stared at Bei Sheng with cold eyes.

After a while, he finally said: "You really want to kill me..."

Bei Sheng stood up from the ground, slowly picked up the clothes that had fallen on the ground, put them on slowly one by one, and then fixed her loose hair.

She said: "My lord asked me to sleep with you. If I sleep with you, can't your lord pay some price?"

"You are so cruel..."

Lang Zhuo was trembling with pain and could no longer speak.