In the Imperial Study Room, Xia Wang Qiye was carefully looking at the memorial in his hand.

The tea palace maid in purple clothes carried a brewed teacup, walked in lightly, and secretly looked at the king with admiration and admiration. The purple clothes embroidered with noble flowers with gold thread were perfect for the king.

His dark and deep eyes were like the white snow on the mountains, elegant and untouchable. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes became darker, as if he had entered a bottomless black hole, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

The contours of his face are delicate and clear, as if carved by a knife, and he is as noble as the beautiful mountains and rivers. Looking at it from a high position, he looks down on all living beings.

How could such a man not confuse everyone? So, she worked hard to come to the king's side and serve her. She wanted to be the king's woman.

Seeing Wang extending his hand, she immediately walked up and gently placed the teacup in his hand.

Just as Qi Ye was about to drink tea, he asked about a faint fragrance. He put down the tea cup and reached out to lift her chin, "What spice did you use that smells so good?"

"Return to the king, it's the fragrance of jasmine flowers." She felt happy in her heart. The king had indeed got his idea, and her efforts were not in vain.

"Yes, it smells good." Qi Ye suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, smelling her body.

"King." Her voice was charming and coquettish, and her face was full of shyness. She wanted to refuse but still welcomed him.

Qi Ye lifted her chin with his hand. She lowered her eyes slightly and did not dare to look directly. Her heartbeat accelerated and her chest heaved up and down.

His hand suddenly covered the bulge on her chest. She froze, her face flushed randomly, but she did not refuse. She closed her eyes slightly and seemed to be waiting for what would happen next.

How could a man endure such teasing? Qi Ye's hand went directly under her skirt, pulled open the placket of her chest, lowered his head and took the red spot on her chest into his mouth.

"King." She put her hands around her waist, her breath confused...

With a sound of "Bang.", the door suddenly burst open, and the beautiful and luxurious Concubine Ling appeared at the door with her palace maid. When she saw the disheveled palace maid in the king's arms, she immediately shot out a sinister light.

Ziyi was so frightened by the sudden intrusion of Concubine Ling that she stood up from the king's arms and knelt on the ground: "Slave, please see your concubine."

"Why are you here?" Qi Ye frowned slightly and was a little dissatisfied with her coming in uninvited, but he didn't blame her.

"Wang, Ling'er came to see you." In the blink of an eye, she had a smile on her face, and used her hands to touch his neck, as if the viciousness just now had never appeared on her face, and it was as if the scene just now, she also

Never seen it, not mentioned a word about it.

Ziyi's face turned pale. Who in Concubine Ling's ruthless palace didn't know what would happen if she saw her just now? She wanted to retreat quietly.

Concubine Ling glanced at her and immediately ordered: "Pour me a cup of tea."

"Yes, slave, I obey." Ziyi hurried down, quickly made tea and delivered it to her.

When Concubine Ling reached out to take the tea, she kept staring at her face, with a sneer on her lips. The moment she took the tea, the tea cup suddenly overturned, and the boiling water spilled on the back of Concubine Ling's hand.

"Ah." Concubine Ling screamed, and the back of her fair hands turned a large amount of red.

Qi Ye saw it and narrowed his eyes.
Chapter completed!