Empress Shen Gongjiao

Chapter 45

Jun Moying.

These three words are his name, but no one has called it for many years.

In his memory, except when his father called him Ying'er when he was young, no one dared to call him by his name easily.It is the queen mother, who called him the prince when he was young, and now calls him the emperor, and there is nothing else other than that.

Not to mention those women in the harem.

Who on weekdays is not respectful when meeting him?Even if there are one or two who dare to act like a baby with him occasionally, why are they afraid and afraid in their hearts, planning how to say every word and how to do every action?
Of course, he wouldn't give them that chance to call out his name.

Before this little thing, if someone dared to do this, it would be a serious crime of beheading and would never be forgiven.

But I don't know why, this little guy obviously doesn't have the slightest rules, he talks inconsequentially, does things in a daze, and often dares to contradict him, and even slaps him, but he just can give in again and again. .

It seems that the little thing can do anything, it seems that he can continue to be tolerant, as long as the object is this little thing, then anything is fine.

Really...

Feng Qian stared at him blankly, almost getting lost in those deep phoenix eyes like a secluded pool.

This man actually let himself call his name?

Jun Moying——the name of the emperor in front of him, can he call it by himself?

Feng Qian's heart beat faster, and her face was flushed.

Aww, hate, hate, hate!

Why does this annoying man always give her so many privileges, why does he always use beauty tricks to seduce her!

There was a tinge of crimson on Feng Qian's fair little face, her straight nose bridge was gracefully curved, and her cherry lips, which were slightly pursed out of shyness, were even more alluring.Thick black and slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the moonlight, gently stirring Jun Moying's heart like two brushes.

"Hmph, I don't believe you!" She turned her eyes away and said, "You say yes now, but what if you go back on your word one day? Then I have to move my head!"

"Your head is solid." Jun Moying scolded with a smile, and touched the back of her head, "Zhen will take good care of her for you."

His voice was low and his breathing was heavy, but it was as solemn as an oath.

"As long as I'm here, your head will never move."

As soon as the words fell, he didn't give Feng Qian any chance to speak, and directly blocked her mouth.

It's not as superficial as in the past, this time, it's clearly the enthusiasm of the sky.

Jun Moying rested on her back with one hand, and held the back of her head with the other, her slender fingertips penetrated into the soft hair, the contrast between black and white was so clear.

His exclusive breath seriously interfered with Feng Qian's thoughts. She felt as if her brain froze for an instant, blanked out by the man's domineering movements, and the air in her lungs was sucked, sucked again, and finally bit by bit. Disappeared.

Everything is more like following the most primitive instinct.

(End of this chapter)