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

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I never thought that Shen Zhaodu would have such a big reaction. Shen Ni's smile was even brighter and she was confident of winning.

It is impossible to escape from the cage of the Marquis Mansion head-on.

But it’s easy to make the cage keeper, who is passionate and passionate, let down his guard.

She continued to back away, turned around and walked back to the stone table: "Since the governor said you can't take it seriously, then I'll pretend I never heard it."

Shen Zhaodu was still leaning against the tree trunk, so she was not in a hurry. She pressed back all the squeezed out cotton, tightened the cotton thread, and continued to seal.

"Why don't you just pretend you didn't hear me?"

As his figure approached, Shen Ni didn't even look up, and just said: "Why do you pretend not to hear such a joyful thing?

The shadows of the trees were whirling, and Shen Zhaodu could not hear the wind or the shaking of the leaves. He could only hear the pounding heartbeat in his chest, which was more majestic and deafening.

"Is it worth being happy to be liked by me?" Looking at Shen Ni's soft profile, she was even more captivating than the tree of peonies behind her.

As for his rough hands, even the finger bones were twisted by calluses and covered with various scars, even looking at them was a stain on the eyes.

He is so conflicted. He wants to pick peonies and keep them in front of him, but he is afraid that he is vulgar and does not know how to cherish flowers. He can only watch the peonies wither in his palms and waste nature.

I'm even more afraid that what she said is actually all lies.

"Shen Ni."

He went to grab her hand, but the tip of the needle broke out and pierced her fingertips, causing blood beads to roll out immediately.

The needle tip seemed to have pierced his heart, and Shen Zhaodu felt pain. He took her hand and took the blood into his mouth.

"you……"

Sure enough, blood can dye it. When Shen Ni raised her head to look at him, his ears suddenly turned red again, but he still pretended to be calm and his hand holding hers was so stiff.

"Who taught you to stop bleeding like this?" Shen Ni scolded him with lowered eyes and a red face. When she retracted her hand, she deliberately pressed the tip of his tongue before slowly pulling out.

Shen Zhaodu froze on the spot and said nothing.

After all, it was hard to tell her that this was taught by Er Lezi who slept in the same ruined temple with him when he was a beggar in Zhaozhou.

He could only bring the topic back to the original point: "I thought you would laugh at me."

She laughed at him with her heart as high as the sky, just like she did at the palace banquet, she leaned against the emperor, looked at him in tatters, and let him know straightforwardly what the difference between the world and the abyss was.

"How dare I laugh at the governor." The string of paper kites between the two of them was broken. Shen Ni picked up the broken piece and exchanged it with Shen Zhaodu. "I also asked the governor to take me to see my father."

The restraining thread returned to his hand again, and Shen Zhaodu's eyes immediately regained clarity. He raised his chin slightly and said as majestic as the unicorn on the patch of his official uniform: "You know best."

But he didn't know that the person on the other end of the line had long been unable to be tied.

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The spring search was scheduled for half a month, one day later than the expedition to Mobei.