Concubine is crazy

Chapter 677 Pingtiao, Pingtiao, you are so hungry, did the emperor make it?

Yin Quan also knew that he couldn't hide it anymore, so he had to tell the truth.

"It's what Hai Lingyun said. If the trick just now can't fool you and you insist on leaving, let me pretend to vomit blood. When I vomit blood, let me scatter the goji berries and pretend it's the effect of spitting blood. Anyway, you can't do it in the outhouse." I can't see clearly, as long as you are willing to come back, I will have a chance."

After Yin Quan finished speaking, Ping Yao had the urge to vomit blood.

"You two... Do you think everyone else is blind and foolish like you? Sprinkling goji berries for blood? Pooh!"

Ping Yao spat hard, and then poured a whole bowl of wolfberry on Yin Quan's face.

"Childish! Shameless! Lower the IQ limit of the entire palace!"

After Ping Yao finished cursing, she turned around and walked away.

Yin Quan sat there, his body covered with tribute goji berries.

The expression on his face was both sad and helpless.

At the same time, there is a deep self-mockery.

Yes, he is so childish now, even shameless.I just want her to come back to me.

He doesn't care about the failure this time, because in the future, as long as it is helpful to recover Pingyao, he will use it, even if it is more childish and shameless.

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Ping Yao has been busy with Mr. Zhang's case, and has been by Qingying's side during this time. She also knows about Qingying's affairs, but there are no absolutes in the world, and there may be hope for a reversal in the future.

"Qingying, do you have any good books here? Give me a few, I'm running out of books." Ping Yao said, got up and searched on the bookshelf.

When she pulled out one of the books, Qingying's expression changed immediately.

"This book...is not good."

"What's the matter? The title of the book is very emotional..."Eighteen Biography"? What do you mean!"

"Ping Yao, this book is not suitable for you." Qing Ying blushed, this book was for the pleasure of reading in the boudoir between husband and wife, the so-called eighteen refers to the eighteen postures.This was bought by Ji Yixian before they got married, but in fact...she didn't look at it much.

"Hey, there are other books that I can't read, this is the only one, I'll take it first."

Regardless of Qingying's obstruction, Ping Yao directly put the book into her bosom.

"Lord Ping, there is a case in Dali Temple that requires you to go back."

Before Qingying had time to explain clearly, someone came to Pingyao, and she left after a simple farewell, but Qingying was depressed for a long time.

If Pingyao saw the contents of the book after returning home, what expression would she have?

God...

When Pingyao returned to Dali Temple, she was busy, waiting for the work to be over, and it was almost evening.

Back in Jinyuan, after dinner, remembering that there is still a book from Qingying, and just about to open it, Hai Lingyun came.

"Master Ping, hehe..."

As soon as Hai Lingyun entered the door, he had a guilty smile on his face.

"Hey, why did you come here when you have time, Mr. Hai? Apart from pretending to be assassinated and throwing goji berries, you also want to say what happened to your emperor?"

As soon as Ping Yao opened her mouth, Hai Lingyun was embarrassed.

Why does the emperor have no bottom line in front of Pingyao!This simply sold him upside down!I even told Pingyao about spreading goji berries!
"This... is actually..."

Hai Lingyun was about to apologize to Pingyao when he saw the book on the table.

The words "Eighteen Biography" were extremely dazzling, and the corners of Hai Lingyun's eyes and mouth twitched.

"Master Ping, is this book... yours?" Hai Lingyun pointed at the book on the table almost tremblingly.

Pingtiao nodded naturally.

There is no need to tell Hai Lingyun that this is Qingying's book.

"You... know what book this is?" Hai Lingyun continued to be shocked.

"I don't know, do you know!" Ping Yao snorted disdainfully.Originally, he didn't expect to answer Hai Lingyun seriously, so the misunderstanding became deeper and deeper.

"Does Lord Ping like this kind of book very much?"

"Well, the more the better. How can one book be enough? I've been running out of books recently. If there are similar ones, you can give me a few. If I don't read one every day, I can't sleep well at all."

Hai Lingyun: "..." Pingyao, Pingyao, you are so hungry, did the emperor make it?

(End of this chapter)