I could only let him stay softly in her arms.

But Pingjun, Pingjun, you are tall and big, and I am short. How uneven is this situation?

Is the big bird dependent on others?

She paused: "What do you want from Pingjun? I will compensate you."

Cen Pingjun bent his lips: "I only ask the emperor to care more about me."

Zhou Yanqing pressed his eyebrows speechlessly: "Actually... can you say a few more words in your heart?"

Telling the truth is going to lose your head!

Cen Pingjun sneered in his heart, but he was still gentle and humble on the surface.

"Your Majesty~~~ This is what I said in my heart?"

His small wavy lines appeared again and showed their presence.

Zhou Yanqing: "Okay!"

Zhou Yanqing sat down at Cen Pingjun, and the atmosphere made her restless.

Especially Cen Pingjun kept hiking into her arms again...

She was covered in black and could not stand this kind of thing.

It's too clingy, too enthusiastic, silent charm, obscure teasing, and even every frown and smile is very attractive.

Sure enough, her original idea was not wrong! Cen Pingjun is not only a troublesome hob, but also a little fairy who can arouse desire in people's hearts!

"Well, Pingjun?"

In the end, Zhou Yanqing cleared his throat and stretched out his claws and pushed Cen Pingjun away.

"Tasteful food, drink and rest more. Pingjun is in poor health and needs to take care of it."

She ordered the little eunuch who was guarding outside to serve Cen Pingjun, and then ran away in panic with sweat.

I really have no blessing to accept this kind of disaster!

She touched her pounced and thought to herself that Cen Pingjun was so terrible.

But she also knew clearly.

The other party's competing for favor and flattery was all about acting. If she really believed it, her heart would be broken.

...

After Zhou Yanqing left, Cen Pingjun lifted her sleeves with a tired look on her face and looked at her skin that had lost its elasticity and had some wrinkles.

He tweaked his lips, and there was a moment of world-weariness in his eyes.

"In the past, those people were sucked into mummies by the emperor. They were lucky and were treated coldly from now on. They died in their own palaces. They were not lucky and were killed by their lives... My luck seems to be good, and I won't kill you..."

He seemed to be self-deprecating, and his eyes were filled with a little sadness and desolation.

The road to imperial favor coexisted with crisis.

He has known since the day he entered the palace that this deep palace is not a good place, and sooner or later he will have to pay his life for it.

But... I'm not willing! After all, I'm not willing!

At this time, a secret letter was sent to the palace and handed over to Cen Pingjun by a freckled eunuch.

When Cen Pingjun saw the letter, a cool color suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Damn it!"

His eyebrows and eyes were gloomy.

What other tricks does that old man want to do?"

His face turned pale and he kneaded the secret letter into a ball like venting anger.

...

After the pressure from Zhou Yanqing escaped from Cen Pingjun, she was not idle because... she once again faced a very difficult choice.

In Zichen Palace.

Zhou Yanqing looked speechlessly at the man in black wearing a black iron mask in front of him. This man was the palace's death guard and one of the people under Qinggui's men.

Last night, Qinggui gave an order, and the man brought a tray to let Zhou Yanqing turn the brand. Zhou Yanqing himself didn't want to turn the brand, but Qinggui did it for him, so Cen Pingjun turned into a mummy...

At this moment, the man in black said with a smile on his voice.

"Your Majesty, Lord Qinggui asked his subordinates to tell you. If you still want to live, this practice of serving the bed will not be broken."
Chapter completed!