The treacherous minister under the skirt (taking by force) ( Mtl

9.2

The candlelight dimmed, and the waiting maid was sent out of the door. Xiao Ling gently lifted her legs and put them around his waist, leaned over and kissed her closed eyelids, and coaxed softly: "Min Min, relax..."

Xiao Ling always spoke softly when calling her by her nickname, and even when he thrust into her, he was extremely gentle.

The hard object squeezed open her narrow hole, and as soon as it entered, she groaned in pain, clenched the thin quilt under her tight body with her fingers, and whimpered uncontrollably.

"emperor……"

Xiao Ling immediately stopped his aggression, gently took her hand and put it on his arm, leaned over and kissed the tears at the end of her eyes: "Don't bear the pain yourself, I will always share it with you."

The large dragon bed suddenly collapsed, and Shen Ni, who was wandering in the tenderness and sweetness, suddenly fell and woke up suddenly.

It was already dawn, the person holding her was gone, and her sleeping place had been changed from the beauty couch to the Babu bed.

This was the first time she had dreamed of Xiao Ling in half a year. No matter how much she thought about it day and night, he would never appear in her dreams.

She sat up from the bed, the quilt slipped off, the belt of her robe was untied, her breasts and legs were covered with fresh fingerprints, and her vagina, which was dry before going to bed, was soaked with vaginal fluid.

People live in reality, but Shen Ni stubbornly believes that Xiao Ling in the dream is real.

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The news of the corpse of Minister of the Ministry of War lying on the street spread throughout the court, and everyone in the Jinluan Hall had their own agendas, creating a rare excitement.

Some begged the emperor for a thorough investigation, and some were eyeing the vacancy, but most of them were afraid of themselves - who didn't know that Lu Shangshu repeatedly contradicted the saint in the court, and even mentioned the missing Emperor Yanguang, and then encountered an accident , died so tragically and strangely, who is not afraid that he will become the next soul killed by the sword?

After going to court, Shen Zhaodu was left in the main hall as usual. Xiao Luan did not offer him a seat anymore. He walked down from the throne and said as he walked: "Killing to stop killing is not a long-term solution. The emperor's brother cannot be found again." unknown"."

He stopped in front of Shen Zhaodu: "Concubine Shen is not pregnant with an heir, is she?"

Seeing Shen Zhaodu's expression darken, Xiao Luan then smiled and said, "Concubine Shen is the only one favored by the emperor's brother after entering the palace. There is no record of other concubines sleeping with him. Only she will be pregnant with the emperor's son. Once she gives birth to a prince, I will take care of him." How to deal with yourself?"

That day when they entered the imperial city, the palace was filled with the smell of stone water. The Qinzheng Hall where Xiao Ling was located was ablaze with fire. The green tiles and red walls suddenly collapsed into ruins. Although everyone struggled to get water to put out the fire, they were unable to do so. Save the glorious Qinzheng Palace.

The fire was extinguished at dusk, and Xiao Luan sent people to clean up the fire scene. Lying in the devastation was a black skeleton with gold wire wrapped around the ribs, and the gold wire embroidery of a dragon pattern could be vaguely seen.

The crown on top of the skull also turned into ashes, leaving only twelve strings of beads and hostas scattered alone on the ground, dust to dust, earth to earth.

Xiao Luan did not want to bear the crime of killing his brother, and forced the palace just to make Xiao Ling abdicate. However, he did not kill Boren, but Boren died because of him. In order to stabilize people's hearts, he was forced to keep the mourning secret and ascended the throne as emperor on the grounds that "a country cannot live without a king for a day."

But now it seems that the time has come for the old department to give up completely.

"Only when everyone in the world knows that the emperor's brother is dead and has no heirs to succeed him, then it will be natural and unquestionable for the brother to succeed me. Then my throne will be stable."

Shen Zhaodu had no interest in the struggle for imperial power, and reminded him displeasedly: "Don't say she doesn't. Even if she does, the child she will give birth to will only be a member of my Zhaowu Marquis Mansion, and will never hinder His Majesty's great cause."

"Of course I believe you." Xiao Luan patted him on the shoulder, "Although I don't want to admit that I forced the emperor to death, it is undeniable that I was the indirect murderer. Therefore, the emperor cannot die by self-immolation, and he must stay. A copy of Zen is my edict or edict."

Xiao Ling did not leave a single word during her lifetime, and the last recorded imperial edict was sent to Shen Ni, urging her to leave the palace.

But in Xiao Luan's eyes, everything is possible in the imperial edict.

How could Shen Zhaodu not see what he was thinking, and warned him bluntly: "I hope your Majesty will remember your promise. After you ascend the throne, there will be no Concubine Shen in the world, and there will only be Concubine Zhaowuhou."

Of course Xiao Ling remembered it, but he still didn't give up: "I'm just borrowing her imperial edict, not asking her to come forward..."

"Although there are royal ministers all over the world, when I am here, Shen Ni can only be mine." Shen Zhaodu didn't want Shen Ni to wade into this muddy water again, so he pointed the finger at Xiao Luan, "Oral orders are easier than imperial edicts. Forgery, Your Majesty might as well go to the Queen Mother's Palace to catch up on old times."

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