Tyrant he always wants to hit me

Chapter 162 How dare you do this kind of thing to me!
From the observation of a hooker woman to a man, Luo Qingqing knew that she was successful, at least she had successfully attracted him.

The hero is sad about the beauty pass.Even a man like Su Fuyao, who is like an exiled immortal, still has seven emotions and six desires.

"Prepare some good gifts." Luo Qingqing whispered to the maid beside her.

"Yes."

Being rescued by him yesterday, she naturally had a reason to look for him again, Su Fuyao returned to the residence, took a sip of tea from the teacup, when she heard a knock on the door.

"My lord, my lord!" Luo Qingqing's maid shouted outside, Su Fuyao opened the door and saw "Zhuge Ying" standing at the door.

"Thanks to your son's rescue many times, I am lucky to stand here safe and sound. After thinking twice, I prepared some small gifts. They are some special products of the Wei country. I hope you will accept them." Take the gift in.

"The queen is being polite. It's just a little effort, why worry about it?"

"My son is a life-saving grace to me, and Ying'er will remember it in my heart forever." Zhuge Ying looked at him meaningfully, with a pair of wonderful eyes like autumn water.

Su Fuyao had experienced such things as being secretly glanced at by others since he was ten years old. Usually, he could understand the motives of those women with just a look, and he could clearly feel Zhuge Ying's abnormality towards him. . .It's just that Zhuge Ying, she is the queen of Wei, why would she do this?Or is it all a misunderstanding and she's just being extra hospitable? "

Su Fuyao bowed to "Zhuge Ying", "Since the empress is so kind, then someone Su will thank you."

"It turns out that the son's surname is Su." Zhuge Ying smiled slyly, "As for the benefactor's name, Ying'er still doesn't know today, so I don't know what to call the son?"

Su Fuyao stared at her intently, and smiled slightly: "Just call me Mr. Su."

Zhuge Ying was about to leave, when she looked up she saw that in Su Fuyao's room, the painting had been hung up, it seemed that Su Fuyao really had a deep affection for that woman named Yinman.

"I don't know, what is Mr. Su's plan for this afternoon? Should I go out of the palace to look for your wife?"

"No, I need to verify some things. I have traveled all over the city, and I will go to a farther place in a few days. Maybe I won't come to the palace for a few days." Su Fuyao said lightly.

Zhuge Ying nodded, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Su Fu shook his head and smiled, "I'll just walk around and try my luck everywhere. It's good to find it back, but if I can't find it, then it proves that our destiny is over."

When Wei Ying saw Zhaojun again, he returned to his usual calm, as if nothing happened yesterday.

Wei Ying also pretended to be nonchalant, doing what she should do.In order to prevent him from finding fault on purpose today, she put up all her energy and listened to his orders at any time.

"Ink." Hearing Zhaojun whisper, Wei Ying immediately stepped forward, picked up the ink stick on the table and began to grind it obediently.

She stood very close to him, the rustling of cloth scraping and ink rubbing could be heard in her ears, and faint bursts of fragrance came to her nostrils, including rosin and the faint fragrance of her body.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Wei Ying heard him speak lightly.

"good."

"My king didn't sleep well."

Wei Ying's heart skipped a beat.At the end, Zhaojun added, "There are too many mosquitoes in autumn, a few of them entered the king's bedroom, and the palace servants beat them all night."

"Oh." Wei Ying breathed a sigh of relief.When I thought about it later, I couldn't help but find it funny. Could it be that he couldn't sleep because she rejected him?
"You are the first person who dared to reject me." Zhaojun suddenly spoke again, and Wei Ying's heart was raised again. "But this king thought about it carefully, you are nothing more than that. There are not many women like you in this king's palace, and there is not much one less. You should be your servant honestly."

Wei Ying was overwhelmed by flattery, and immediately said: "What your majesty said is very true, thank you for your kindness."

Said those words just to save face, but seeing her really silly and happy there, Zhaojun couldn't help but get angry again.

"Is it finished, why is it so slow?"

Wei Ying said patiently: "The ink used by the king must be fine, and the servants can only grind it slowly."

"Hurry up! How long will you grind like this little by little?"

Wei Ying intensified her strength, and Zhaojun said again: "It's so noisy, can't your grinding sound be quieter? You're clumsy!"

Not fast, not slow, not light, not heavy, Wei Ying was so angry that she wanted to throw away the ink from her hand, just at this time, a little eunuch brought a plate of cakes and a bowl of cakes Sesame paste.

With bad intentions, while Zhaojun was reading, Wei Ying quietly poured some freshly ground ink into the sesame paste...

In the afternoon, Zhaojun made an appointment with several ministers to discuss matters. For some reason, he always felt that those ministers looked at him strangely, until the king, Su Qingye entered the palace to see him.Seeing Zhaojun pointing to his lips in horror.

"My lord, are you poisoned?"

"what?"

"Bring the bronze mirror." Su Qingye said to the maid serving at the side.

The maid put the bronze mirror in front of Zhaojun, and Zhaojun took a look in the mirror, only to find that his lips, teeth, and tongue were all black, no wonder the ministers saw his strange expression, and immediately gritted their teeth angrily: "Wei Ying! "

Wei Ying sneaked out after adding the ingredients, because today happened to coincide with her rest and bath once every ten days, so she could be on duty a few hours in advance.

At this time, Wei Ying was sitting in the room playing the piano after taking a bath, recalling how Zhaojun was eating with a cake dipped in ink, she couldn't help laughing.Suddenly, with a "bang", the door was kicked open, Zhaojun walked in with a sullen face, walked towards her, grabbed her wrist, and lifted her up.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?" At this moment, Wei Ying was still trying to calm down, but he was already furious.

"Who gave you the guts? How dare you do this kind of thing to me?"

If you admit this kind of thing, you will die, so Wei Ying still looks innocent.

"Slave, what did you do to the king?"

"Did you secretly add ink to my sesame paste?"

"What ink?"

"Look for yourself!" Zhaojun opened his mouth angrily. He had been washing with fine salt for half an hour, and there were still some ink marks on his teeth and tongue coating that hadn't been washed off.

Wei Ying couldn't help but chuckle, "Your Majesty, you must be too absorbed in reading the brochures, so you dipped the cake into the ink and ate it."

Zhaojun was a little suspicious, "It's really not you?"

"Slave, how can you be so courageous?" Wei Ying said.

The bowl of sesame paste with ink was removed by her own hands, and it had been washed clean long ago, so Zhaojun has no evidence that she added ink to his bowl.

Zhaojun snorted coldly: "Do you know how the crime of deceiving the emperor is dealt with in Wu?"

(End of this chapter)