Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 1297
【Ugh! Ugh! 】
Before Si Jin could say anything, Xiao Yaoxian couldn’t help but hold his little trash can and started vomiting like crazy.
What is this? What is this? If the little celestial monarch called her “Jin Jin Beauty”, it would still be acceptable, but what is this disgusting thing?
[What are you barking about? I’ll scratch you to death! Awooo awooo (▼皿▼#)]
The little tiger bared his teeth at Sheng Linfeng fiercely, but Si Jin tilted his head and smiled: “I don’t want to be the queen.”
He said: “If you sincerely cooperate, you can cede 800 miles of land to my Great Zhou, and then protect me when I ascend the throne. I can tell you about Sheng Linyuan’s military deployment.”
“Are you serious?”
“It’s fake, don’t believe it. I’m leaving now.” Si Jin turned around and didn’t want to say any more to him.
When he reached the door, he seemed to remember something and turned around to ask, “Is Nan Yuan still alive?”
Sheng Linfeng’s eyes lit up: “Don’t worry, Your Majesty, she will die soon.”
Since Mu Sijin is willing to speak up, it proves that he still has a chance. He can use Mu Sijin to get rid of Sheng Linyuan and become the emperor.
Isn’t it easy to do other things?
Sure enough, not long after Si Jin left, Sheng Linfeng ordered his men to withdraw all protection from Nan Yuan.
After seeing this from the system, Si Jin smiled and took a sip of tea: It seems that Sheng Linfeng really wants the throne, he wants it crazy.
[Sir!] The little boy spoke righteously, stretching out his claws to teach him a lesson: [This… this is what you did wrong, how could you cooperate with him to harm the little celestial monarch? You are… this is… the behavior of a scumbag QAQ]
As he was talking, he scared himself to tears.
[My Lord, I am telling the truth, please stop making fun of me QAQ, or you will dismantle the system QAQ]
No burning, no tearing. Si Jin put down the teacup: Just wait and see, I am going to lure you into a trap.
[You…want to trick him?] Xiaoyaer wiped her tears with a handkerchief: [If you want to trick him, why do you have to add so many conditions and ask him for 800 miles of land? Why not just say no?]
Si Jin: …
He frowned slightly, and a bolt of lightning struck Xiaoyao’s head: Do you think Sheng Linfeng’s IQ is the same as yours, and you believe everything I say?
There was a strong interest in the god’s eyes: the harder the news was to obtain, the more he would believe it.
After saying that, he looked at the bald system on his head and said seriously: The beard is not burnt.
Xiaoyao: [π_π]
… …
In the next few days, Sheng Linyuan got some news, did not come home every night, and refused to say anything.
Even when he had dinner, he only ate a few bites quickly, coaxed Si Jin to sleep, and then went out again.
A few days later, Nan Yuan was murdered by Sheng Linfeng and Sheng Linyuan without her knowledge.
Si Jin was a kind-hearted person, so with the idea of reuniting the family, he hung Nan Yuan next to his father and brother to feed the eagle and the dog.
These days are just like the gloomy weather in the capital city. For some reason, there seems to be a hint of a storm brewing.
It was not until Si Jin ascended the throne and returned to his bedroom that he saw Sheng Linyuan had prepared a banquet for him.
Si Jin paused, his eyes fell on the wine pot on the table: “Why is there wine today?”
Sheng Linyuan smiled. Looking closely, that smile was filled with bitterness: “You have just ascended the throne, so we should… celebrate.”
As he spoke, he slowly walked to the table and chatted with Si Jin absentmindedly.
I don’t know how much determination it took to fill his glass.
Seeing Si Jin “defenselessly” bringing the wine to his lips, he immediately couldn’t bear it.
He raised his hand and knocked the wine cup out of Si Jin’s hand with a “clatter”: “Don’t drink, this wine… is cold.”
“I’m afraid it’s more than just cold?” Si Jin smiled faintly, her long eyelashes hiding some of the emotions in her eyes, making it hard to tell whether it was anger or joy.
He said quietly, “Did you poison me again? Are you tired of living and want to die with me?!”
