Quick Wear: The Soft Waist is Good at Getting Pregnant pt.1

Crazy and Heirless Tyrant vs. Delicate and Weak Little Eunuch (13)

  Jiang Li, who was about to grind ink, raised her head and said, "I know him."

  "Read the contents of the memorial for me."

  Song Chengyin leaned back in his chair again, looking down at the little thing kneeling on the ground.

  Jiang Li lowered her head in fear and said, "I dare not!"

  Wouldn't it be a crime to let a little eunuch like her read the secrets in the memorial? !

  What if there were secrets in the memorial and the tyrant wanted to kill her to silence her? ?

  Song Chengyin looked at her calmly and said, "You dare to disobey the imperial edict, what else are you afraid of?"

  Jiang Li: "..."

  You are talking about something else, right?

  She shouldn't have pitied the dog emperor last night!

  Without waiting for Jiang Li to speak, Song Chengyin continued, "I told you to read, so you read. If anything goes wrong, I will take care of it for you."

  Jiang Li shrank her neck in dismay, "Then, then did the slave read it? Your Majesty, don't worry, I have trained myself to forget everything I read since I was a child, I promise I will forget it after reading it!"

  Song Chengyin chuckled, and the gloom between his eyebrows completely dissipated.

  What an interesting little eunuch.

  [Congratulations to the host, the male protagonist's favorability +3, now the favorability value is 23%! ]

  Jiang Li's eyes lit up, and she picked up the memorial on the jade table calmly.

  Jiang Li got Song Chengyin's permission to read the memorial, but Eunuch Mao and others didn't have the courage to eavesdrop on the contents of the memorial.

  "The slave will leave."

  Eunuch Mao and others bowed to Song Chengyin on the dragon chair, and then lowered their heads and quickly evacuated from the imperial study.

  After everyone left, only Jiang Li and Song Chengyin were left in the huge imperial study.

  Jiang Li picked up the memorial on the top and quietly looked up at Song Chengyin in front of him.

  "Your Majesty, did I read it?"

  "Yes."

  Song Chengyin rested his arms on the armrests and supported his temple with one hand.

  Jiang Li cleared her throat and began to read seriously.

  The moment she read out the contents that gave him a headache, Song Chengyin actually tasted the word "pleasant".

  He supported his head with one hand and looked down at Jiang Li who was kneeling in front of the jade table.

  At this time, Jiang Li was lowering her eyes and reading the contents of the memorial seriously. Her crow-like eyelashes drooped, forming a faint shadow under her eyes.

  The charming pink lips opened and closed, attracting all of Song Chengyin's attention.

  Song Chengyin's throat slid down, and a strange feeling rose in his heart again.

  The evil thoughts occupied his mind uncontrollably, making him unable to listen to any words.

  After reading for half an incense stick of time without stopping, Jiang Li gradually became dry in the mouth.

  She licked the corners of her dry mouth, not knowing that Song Chengyin had seen all of this action. Her subconscious action seemed full of temptation and bewitching to Song Chengyin.

  Song Chengyin slowly leaned forward and approached Jiang Li little by little.

  At this moment, Jiang Li, who had been lowering her head, suddenly raised her head. The two of them were one taller and one shorter, but only a few feet apart.

  "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

  Jiang Li looked at him in confusion.

  Song Chengyin, who had come to his senses, suddenly felt like he was being caught.

  He pretended to be calm and stretched out his hand to Jiang Li: "Give me the memorial."

  "Oh."

  Jiang Li presented the memorial with both hands. When Song Chengyin went to take the memorial, his fingertips accidentally touched her hand hidden under the memorial, and his fingertips suddenly became hot.

  Jiang Li didn't care at all. After Song Chengyin took the memorial, he withdrew his hand.

  Song Chengyin's face flashed with an unnatural look, and he said in a deep voice: "Go and sort out the files behind."

  "Yes."

  Jiang Li got up from the ground obediently and walked towards the files behind the screen.

  Song Chengyin, who pretended to be calm, waited until Jiang Li's breath disappeared from under his eyes before he breathed a long sigh of relief.

  Damn it!

  What happened to him?