MTL - Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry-Chapter 1112 Women disguised as men: the delicate palms of powerful officials (113)

   Chapter 1112 Women disguised as men: the palms of powerful ministers (113)

   After getting the answer, Jiaoyang left the Mental Cultivation Hall in a good mood, full of energy.

   She is a disaster for the country and the people. Vigor is a lifetime, and mediocrity is a lifetime. It depends on who lives longer than the other.

   This can't be blamed on her. She didn't want to come to this harem, it was their emperor, the emperor trusted by the courtiers of the whole country who brought her here!

Before    left, Xiao Jingchen brushed away the broken hair on her forehead and gently kissed it.

   "Concubine Ai, don't forget, what day is today." One day, he will address her from "Concubine Ai" to "Queen of Zhen", and that day will not be too far away.

  Jiaoyang nodded lightly, obediently and obediently: "I know."

   According to rumors in the harem, Concubine Zhang Gui has suffered from a serious illness since she fell into the water once, and was often possessed by evil spirits in the water.

  The emperor even directly rebuked the huge sum of money to build a palace for her to do special things for her body to "exorcise" evil spirits.

It is said that the mage must be approached when doing the practice. In the past few times, the emperor was worried, and even made a special trip to watch the whole process of the practice. Later, because the process of "exorcism" was too painful, the emperor and his wife Zhang Guifei were deeply in love, and felt heartache for what Zhang Guifei suffered. Painful, I couldn't bear to see it again, so I stopped going together.

   Inside the palace, white mists rose up, and the young mage wearing a black and white feather coat held a whisk in his hand, closed his eyes and meditated, chanting words in his mouth, constantly reciting the scriptures.

   The white fog rose more and more, and it turned out to be thicker. Everyone outside the house included servants and boys who were doing things together.

  The young mage in the center of the palace put down the whisk in his hand, opened his eyes, a pair of different-colored pupils revealed, and slowly walked behind the white curtain in the room.

   At the same time, the door of the house closed with a sound, and only a bundle of silk threads fell outside the house, and a few threads were entangled in the hands of several boys.

   The eyes of everyone outside the house fell. As usual, the woman's painful voice soon came. I don't know why, but the voice in the house today seems to be a little different from the past?

   Several people were puzzled for a while, and then they quickly dispelled their inner doubts. Even the slightest suspicion is a blasphemy to this Golden Immortal.

The white smoke in the house was getting thicker and thicker, and Aoyu felt very hot. He felt that something was wrong with him now. He couldn't bear to fall on something soft. Clear, full of mist.

   He tore off the collar himself and took off the thick feather coat outside, but it wasn't enough.

   In the confusion, he seemed to see a fairy, she hooked her red lips, raised her chin, and leaned in front of him, her voice full of bewitching.

   "Little guy, let's go with my sister."

   "Where to go?" He was a little dazed.

   She seemed to laugh, her voice was nice: "You can go anywhere you want."

   She has liked him for a long time, she likes and is curious about his body, how this young and even a little immature body can hold so many poisonous ideas, she is really curious.

  嫪毐's memory is only here, after that there are only some vague fragments, he only remembers his madness towards her, her skin, her eyes, her voice.

   He seemed to be exactly what she said, he seemed to have gone to many places, and he seemed to have gone nowhere, staying in the same place, or getting further and further away, he could not remember long ago.

   (end of this chapter)