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Chapter 272 The Tyrant Needs Me to Shun Mao 18
Saying that, Yan Ge looked at Quan Xiao's face again.

Seeing the hostility still lingering between the tyrant's brows and eyes, she immediately stretched out her hand to hold the man's slender fingers, and shook them softly.

"Your Majesty is not angry anymore. A concubine is a bridge to the beauty of an adult."

His sinister gaze fell on the white and tender little hand holding the fingertips, which was soft to the touch.

The tyrant hooked his fingertips slightly, and took the little hand into his palm, but the voice he spoke was still indifferent: "If I don't agree, you can't make this bridge."

Yan Ge took a small step forward, raised his small face, frowned and said: "Your Majesty, Murong Li treats me sincerely, so why don't you let Chen Qie help her this time, otherwise Chen Qie would become a little girl who broke her promise." People? There will be lightning strikes from the sky!"

"Oh?"

Quan Xiao lowered his head slightly, and the Junjue eyes that broke into Yan Ge's eyes revealed a trace of evil and coldness.

"What do you have to do with me?"

Yan Ge: "..."

I'll stab you to death with an embroidery needle!

She let go of her hand suddenly, her expression and complexion were not as soft as before, and she said coldly: "It's late at night, the dew is heavy, your majesty should return to the palace earlier, and the concubine will not see you off."

After finishing speaking, Yan Ge went straight to the desk, wanting to continue silently writing the "Lotus Sutra" to calm the fire in her heart.

The tyrant stepped forward silently, directly blocking her path.

Yan Ge didn't even look up, and planned to go around, but was blocked by this fleshy wall.

After several rounds like this, Yan Ge couldn't bear it any longer. He raised his head suddenly, his face stained with anger, and said with bared teeth and claws, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Compared with Yan Ge's madness, the tyrant was very calm, even as if he was in a good mood, he slightly curled his lips: "Please."

"dream!"

Yan Ge can't wait to spray his saliva on his face.

So arrogant, push your nose on your face!
"Then I will burn this letter."

A word came lightly from the opposite side.

Yan Ge hesitated for a second.

She held Quan Xiao's wrist holding the letter, raised her toes and kissed him on the chin a few times like a chicken pecking rice, and then said softly, "No."

The abyss-like dangerous eyes locked Yan Ge's eyes deeply, Quan Xiao raised his other hand, pinched Yan Ge's chin lightly, and said with a sneer, "Sensible."

Yan Ge: "..."

Want to give you a shot!
"The concubine has one more request."

Although Yan Ge wished to poke the man in front of her into a sieve, she still had to do a little trick.

"Say."

The tyrant is in a good mood at the moment, but there are not so many things going on.

Gently moving the fingertips on his wrist, Yan Ge looked at Quan Xiao obediently, and begged in a low voice: "Can your majesty stop checking the contents of the letter in the future?"

Hearing this, Quan Xiao narrowed his eyes, and a dark and unclear color flashed across the bottom of his eyes.

"You are asking a lot."

Seeing his displeasure, Yan Ge immediately stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin flatteringly again.

"The concubine knows what His Majesty is worried about. Doesn't Your Majesty already know what the concubine wrote in his family letter? Marrying a concubine to Your Majesty is a guarantee for the submission of the barbarians. If this is the case, how could the concubine make such a move? Throwing yourself in the foot? How about His Majesty trusting your concubine?"

The eyes that looked over were clear and sincere, like a bottomless spring water, pure and flawless.

For some reason, Quan Xiao suddenly had more stable trust in his heart.

However, he shouldn't believe it.

Because her heart is far more shrewd than her simple appearance.

"You know a lot."

Quan Xiao pulled away the grasped wrist, his expression returned to the gloomy indifference of guard, and tyranny faintly appeared in the bottom of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)