Empress is a black heart lotus

Chapter 485 King Jing, I am the emperor's woman

A mere second-rank Concubine Jin of Daqi had the guts to make decisions for the emperor and give her a title.

And Daqi's emperor doesn't seem to have any dissatisfaction?
One can imagine how favored Murong Wan is.

Thinking of this, her thin lips curled into a half-smile.

Interesting, Daqi's Concubine Jin is really interesting.

It's just a pity that no matter how favored a woman is, with her arrival, she can only become her stepping stone!
Just because she helped him once before, she won't let her die too ugly!

"Master Jing, this is the bedroom of Concubine Rong, you must not intrude, Your Highness King Jing—"

Accompanied by an exclamation from outside.

Huang Zhaorong saw a handsome man in a white robe, walking towards her lightly.

For a while, she was stunned.

The man was dressed in white, with a graceful and luxurious demeanor, gentle and beautiful facial features, like a fairy who came from the sky on the moon, his beautiful thin lips, there was an elegant smile, and the aura around him was gentle and refined, what a handsome man A handsome and handsome man!
This man, Huang Zhaorong remembered, she saw him in the draft hall today.

But she came for the emperor of Daqi, so she paid less attention to him.

In fact, the appearance of the man in front of him is comparable to that of Daqi's emperor. It can be said that he has a more human aura than Pei Qilian, unlike that man, who is so tall and cold that people dare not approach him.

The maids of Rongyang Palace panicked.

Concubine Rong has only been given a title today, and the emperor has never touched her before, so how could she be looked down upon by His Royal Highness King Jing, even though His Royal Highness King Jing has a noble status and loves brothers and sisters with the emperor.

Compared to their fear and worry, Huang Zhaorong was much calmer, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. As a woman, she would not be so blatantly stared at by a strange man. Panicked and shy, on the contrary, he soaked in the bathtub carelessly, and squinted at the group of panicked and frightened servants: "Everyone back down."

"Concubine Rong." "What? You don't listen to what I say, do you?"

The servants in the bedroom dared not listen, they saluted tremblingly and retreated.

Shangguanjing was not too polite, he chose a clean and comfortable soft bed, and sat down gracefully.

He shook the folding fan lightly in his hand, his beautiful lips lifted, and a slight smile appeared: "Concubine Rong, stand up and let me have a look."

"stand up?"

Huang Zhaorong froze at first, then suddenly laughed: "King Jing, are you sure you want me to stand up? Don't forget, I am the Emperor's woman."

"That's not important, I just want to confirm one thing."

Realizing what he was talking about, Huang Zhaorong narrowed his eyes: "What is it?"

"You'll know when you stand up."

"What if I don't stand?"

"Not standing?"

The man was still smiling, with a smile as clear as the wind, which few women in the world could resist.

"This king never forces people, especially women, but Concubine Rong is an exception."

The man got up and approached her.

The warm and elegant face can melt even the winter snow in the twelfth lunar month.

A heart beat so violently.

Huang Zhaorong smiled and stood up from the water.

A red butterfly pattern looms on the woman's chest.

The butterfly pattern on the wet chest became more and more obvious.

And the man's line of sight obviously only fell on the butterfly pattern on her chest, but below her body.
(End of this chapter)