Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 1782
As he spoke, Si Jin lowered his head, and his fox ears moved slightly, just brushing the corners of Shao Linyuan’s lips, like a hook, trying to lead him to a kiss.
Shao Linyuan took a deep breath and turned his head involuntarily. The next moment, dong——
Instead of being kissed on the ear, Jinjin slammed him against the door. By the time he reacted, the little fox had already walked away.
A cold and gentle voice followed, with an inherent sense of oppression: “I told you when we were in the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain that we should sleep separately for five days. Now it’s night, don’t take advantage of me.”
Shao Linyuan: (╥ω╥`)
The Demon King is worthy of being the Demon King. His personality is unpredictable. It is true that living with the king is like living with a tiger.
but……
After a while, Commander Shao was not sure what he was thinking about. He was neither annoyed nor making a fuss. He just slept obediently on the Luohan couch, which was only separated from Si Jin by a screen, taking the place of the servant and guarding his master.
At this moment, Shao Linyuan was not so much like a servant guarding his master, but more like a wolf that had set a trap, eyeing the small prey he had been coveting for a long time.
Sure enough, in the middle of the night, the little fox’s meaningful whimpering sound was heard from the other side of the screen.
When kissing in front of the emperor today, he deliberately disrupted the little fox’s magical power, so tonight, the little fox will falsely enter a special period.
Even though it was fake and it only lasted for one night, it was enough.
Shao Linyuan picked up his pillow and ran quickly to Si Jin. At first glance, he met his angry eyes.
My heart was shocked. Before I could think of what to say, Jinjin grabbed my collar and kissed me.
… …
Therefore, the price of doing bad things behind the back to deceive the little fox is… Lord Shao, the commander of the Changning Division who is all-powerful and feared by everyone, knelt on the washboard in the Qiwu Palace for five days.
Then, he rubbed his sore knees and fell asleep with a small pillow in his arms, feeling aggrieved.
Because the Demon King has ordered that you are not allowed to go to bed for a month.
On the fifth day, all the literati and poets in the world received the invitation from the queen and came to the palace one after another for a grand banquet in Jiuhua Hall.
Si Jin retracted her ears, wore a red robe and a jade crown, and attended the ceremony in her best attire. She sat beside the queen, and her status was far higher than that of all the concubines in the harem.
But the queen herself knew very well that she must be good enough and valuable enough, otherwise, His Majesty would definitely depose her and make the fox demon the queen.
Her position will be squeezed out by this charming fox sooner or later. How could she be willing to accept this?
Today is a good opportunity to recite a poem.
Zi Tong, the fool who had been causing trouble, had been killed by her, tortured to death, leaving no room for mercy.
But those poems were all masterpieces that were passed down through the ages, and she had been staying up late these past few days to memorize them.
In a while, when these literati and poets praise her, she will surely go down in the history of poetry.
By then, everyone in the world will know that she is a virtuous queen, and it will not be so easy for the emperor to depose her.
The poetry and wine conference soon began, and the men of letters and scholars sent out their best works, which they evaluated and competed with each other.
After a while, he focused his attention on the queen: “I heard that the queen is known as a talented woman, why don’t you call us here today? What kind of masterpiece have you prepared?”
The queen smiled slightly, stood up, and returned the greetings to everyone in a pretentious manner, and said in a low voice: “I am a woman, so I dare not show off. I will just pick out one or two poems for you to appreciate and criticize.”
After that, he cleared his throat and raised his proud head: “This poem I wrote is called “Song of Wine”. Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.”
