Chapter 46:

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date="2020-11-29"

title="Chapter 46:"

weight="107338"

series = ["Why Harem Intrigue When You Can Just Raise a Dog Instead"]

mode = "manual"

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Meng Sangyu was stunned, and it took a long time to raise his hand to caress his wet cheek. Is this person a dog? Don't worry, I even lick Nima

Slightly bowed her head, gently pressed the green veins that emerged from her forehead, and she smiled brilliantly. For the sake of my father, I’m willing to do it, you have to take advantage of it, do not hesitate to take advantage, anyway, my body is not healed, I can’t accompany you

"Also ask the emperor for advice." A pair of black and white phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and the snow-white neck was slightly sideways. She hugged her man from behind with a squint. She vividly interpreted the three words "eye-fat".

Emperor Zhou Wu's breathing stopped for a moment, even if he knew that such charming gestures were just her pretense, he could not stop being addicted. Before Sang Yu really fell in love with him, even a little false affection was enough to make him happy. He had to be thankful that he was the emperor at the moment, so even if his women disdain him, they would not show it on his face. How humble this mentality is. It is said that the one who loves first loses first, he undoubtedly loses thoroughly.

"I'll teach you sitting posture first." He smiled low, and took the woman's shoulders, pressing her on the throne.

Meng Sangyu was startled, and hurriedly pulled his sleeves to stand up, and shouted in a panic, "Is this a place where the emperor can sit?"

Emperor Zhou Wu’s dark eyes were full of smiles, touched her white cheeks, and whispered, "I said that I can sit if I can sit. However, this is a bit too high for you, which is not good for practicing calligraphy. You sit on my lap." He naturally embraced the woman's slender waist, hugged her on his lap, and wrapped her small hand to hold the royal pen.

It would be better to sit directly on the throne, and Meng Sangyu was surrounded by the man's arms. She was surrounded by the man's strong fragrance of ambergris. The hot body temperature continued to flow from her back and buttocks, making her feel like sitting on pins and needles.

Depressing the rapid heartbeat, Emperor Zhou Wu rested his chin on the woman's thin shoulders and breathed her greedily clear and pleasant fragrance. She used to hold himself, and he had wanted to hold her in his arms with his own hands. It felt as wonderful as he imagined. At the same time that the chest was filled, the empty heart was also filled, and there was no room for anyone.

"Don't move" felt the woman's soft buttocks move on his thighs, and he took a breath, his voice hoarse. In his arms was the person he dreamed of, and his tenacious willpower became vulnerable.

The thick male voice became low and dumb, mixed with scalp numbness, Meng Sangyu immediately stopped moving, sitting still for a while, feeling the hardness under his hips that never faded and the man’s heavy breathing. She pursed her lips, took the initiative to hold the imperial pen, and tugged at his sleeves and said softly, "The emperor, didn't you say you want to teach concubines to practice calligraphy?"

"Relax your arms and keep your waist straight. I will teach you how to hold a pen." Emperor Zhou Wu smiled bitterly and was forced to divert his attention. He has always known Sang Yu's ability to grind people. Today, he is destined to only see but not eat.

He sighed secretly, he tightly encircled the woman's slender waist with one hand and wrapped the woman's small hand with the other. The two of them held a wolf howling together and slowly wandered on the paper. Sang Yu, Shao Ze, and the four big characters in running script stand side by side, appearing so cohesive and intimate.

Meng Sangyu lowered her eyes and smiled shyly, but there was a hint of sarcasm in her bright black eyes.

Lifting her chin, she caught a glimpse of her cold eyes that were still too late to hide. Emperor Zhou Wu's face did not show up, but there was a continuous tingling sensation in her heart.

"Sang Yu" What should I do with you? How can I break the ice in your heart? He whispered, as if sighing, as if talking, and finally disappeared between the two close-fitting lips and teeth.

Meng Sangyu was stunned, then lightly opened his red lips to accept his invasion. Life and death are in the hands of this man. What right does she have to resist a man who looks good, and she can also enjoy it.

Perceiving her obedience, Emperor Zhou Wu's eyes darkened, his palms held her cheeks, and he kept deepening the kiss. With fanatical movements and tangled tongues, he wanted to sweep every corner of the woman's mouth. , Swallowing all her sweet body fluids into her abdomen, like a traveler trekking in the desert, extremely hungry and thirsty. With this little mouth, he didn't know how many days Xiao had been thinking about.

Changxi had already retired the palace people in the palace, and there was nothing else in the empty hall except for the intertwining of lips and tongue, and the sound of sucking and touching.

"The emperor, the concubine's body has not healed." Meng Sangyu carefully avoided the wound, lay down on the man's strong chest, panting, and grabbed the man's big palm protruding from her shirt.

Emperor Zhou Wu stiffened, and slowly retracted his wanton hand, and changed to gently pat on her back, just like patting a child who needs careful care, and like Sang Yu patted A'Bao before.

While he was still hot, Meng Sangyu spoke at the right time, with a soft voice, "The emperor, the concubine wants to ask the emperor for something."

"It doesn't matter what it is." Emperor Zhou Wu kissed her on the cheek, his voice hoarse.

"The concubine wants to ask the emperor to send someone to Mud flat to find his father. The concubine thinks that his father and General Han must be safe and sound." She raised her head and said sternly, "Although Mud flat is full of swamps and miasma, it is winter and there is no reed. The covered swamp has been frozen into ice, the danger is greatly reduced, and the miasma is not as strong as summer. If you cover your mouth and nose with a damp cloth and feed on the stems of reed root grass, it is not a problem to survive in it for ten and a half months Besides, my father has lived outside the Great Wall for a long time and is well versed in the skills of survival in the wild, so his concubines feel that they must be alive."

"Knowing so much, my Sangyu is actually a wonderful person with bright eyes and bright hearts." Emperor Zhou Wu frowned, gently rubbed her black eye sockets with his fingers, his eyes filled with distress.

"The concubine once heard his father talk about living in the border, so I know a little bit." Meng Sangyu looked down, a little uncomfortable, this person's distressed expression was too real.

"You have no need for me. I have already sent additional staff to Mud Flat to search. If found, I will notify you as soon as possible." He wrapped the woman's shoulders, his heart was cold. No wonder Sang Yu was so obedient and so passionate. It turned out that she wanted to ask for herself or herself, but the most feared was that she had no desires and no desires, and she would not even give a chance.

The cold heart warmed up again, and he lowered his head, using the tip of his tongue to trace the beautifully-lined lips of a woman.

"The emperor, the hour is here, the concubine should go to please the queen mother, and the queen mother has returned to the palace for the first time in ten years, because the concubine has been exempted from the concubine's morning please, it won't look like if you don't go in the evening." Meng Sangyu let him lick. After a while, he glanced at the hourglass in the temple and reminded him softly.

"The little thing that crosses the river and demolishes the bridge" Emperor Zhou Wu grinds her delicate lower lip with his teeth, a look of helplessness, but the strong love in his eyes cannot be mistaken for recognition.

Meng Sangyu's cheeks flushed just right. After three years in the palace, she knew when to laugh, when to cry, when to be shy, and a thousand styles and tens of thousands of gestures can be easily grasped. She is a natural swindler, unmoved.

"Go ahead." Emperor Zhou Wu sighed, stood up with her, and carefully arranged her rumpled skirt and skirt. The intimacy and natural posture seemed to have been practiced thousands of times. That strange sense of familiarity came again.

"The concubine retires." Meng Sangyu bowed his knees and saluted.

"Wait, this smell is strong, just give it to me." The man's slender index finger pointed to her waist.

Meng Sangyu looked down and saw that it was a newly sewn sachet, exuding a faint plum fragrance. "Another concubine will personally make one for the emperor." She took off the sachet and made a very informed and interesting interface.

"Okay." Emperor Zhou Wu smiled, his smile unexpectedly hearty.

Meng Sangyu also smiled slightly, and under Changxi's diligent service, he went to Cining Palace. The man stood at the door of the temple, watching her completely disappear from the corner before pacing back to the temple.

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A crowd of concubines have already gathered in Cining Palace, most of them headed by Shen Huiru, and there are a few unfavorable ones sitting quietly in the corner of the side hall, seemingly distinct. Not yet in the post, Shen Huiru has a vaguely dominating the harem. It's no wonder that the fake emperor gave her all the treasure seals of the queen and asked her to take charge of the Sixth Palace. Everyone thought that she was a certainty.

When Meng Sangyu came in, Shen Huiru didn't know who he had heard, and was hiding her face and chuckling. The concubines and concubines were very entertained, talking and laughing.

"The concubines have seen the Concubine De concubine." Seeing her stepping in, the concubines in the lower ranks quickly stood up and bowed to salute. Shen Huiru sat firmly in the upper position, staring at her gloomy and unclear gaze, showing strong motionless posture.

The grasshopper after autumn ~ Meng Sangyu looked back and smiled contemptuously, Shi Shiran walked up to her and asked the palace man to move her a chair to sit on. No matter how you are in charge of palace affairs, and how you hold the Queen's Seal in your hand, you are still under me.

Everyone could understand her silent provocation, and there was silence in the hall. Shen Huiru clenched his fists with both hands, tight and loose, loose and tight. She still remembered that this was Cining Palace, she couldn't tolerate her wanton, and finally smiled, lowering her head to hide the flash of killing intent in her eyes.

The air was a little stagnant. After a while, Mother Kim lifted the curtain of beads and asked the concubines to visit the main hall, which broke the depressed atmosphere in the court.

Sitting on the top of the head, the back of the Tai, dressed in a costume, with a solemn face, and only a glance in his eyes made people feel stressful, and he immediately compared Shen Huiru's fake phoenix to the bottom of the mud.

The muscles on Shen Huiru's face were a bit stiff, revealing her fear of the Queen Mother. Seeing Nianci who was at the back of the dowager quickly winked at her, her heart was immediately settled. For the time being, bear with me for another ten days. After ten days, whether it is the court or the harem, she will have the final say.

The queen mother glanced at her lightly, her face was neither happy nor angry, even her eyes were very calm. After everyone had finished the ceremony, she first looked at Meng Sangyu, her serious expression slightly soft, "How is the emperor's injury?"

"Returning to the Queen Mother is slightly better than yesterday. I will be able to govern in five or six days after raising her mother." Meng Sangyu didn't make fun of it, let alone please, and confessed very simply.

The empress dowager's face softened, she took her hand and sat down beside her, but she ignored Shen Huiru. This woman will soon suffer from the consequences, and she doesn't need to waste her expression on her.

The faces of the concubines were very wonderful, and they all looked at Shen Huiru with subtle eyes. The queen mother obviously liked Concubine De more. The emperor felt guilty for the queen mother. If the queen mother pierced the bar, it is not certain who the latter will fall on.

Shen Huiru looked down and smiled, the old god was there. But soon, the penetration of a woman with a disheveled face and a haggard face broke her calm self-sufficiency.

The woman swung away the palace people around her like crazy, and rushed to the feet of the queen mother. A thin cheek was exposed from her messy hair. It was Concubine Li who was imprisoned in the cold palace.

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