Chapter 129 What else would you do besides marrying me?
The night was blurry, and when Mr. Zheng Da entered the palace, it "happened" to be the time when the guards of the Han Palace were at their most relaxed, and a graceful figure quietly entered the palace.
Mrs. Mingzhu frowned and wiped the traces on her body that were not hers impatiently. She raised her head and looked at Zheng Ze who was fully dressed and seemed to have nothing to do with him.
At this time, he was standing by the window, seeming to appreciate the special charm of this palace.
At this time, Mingzhu has an indelible spring between her eyebrows. There is actually a feeling of pity on this charming face that makes people feel pity.
She breathed out gently. Although she didn't like the feeling of being controlled by others, it was the first time she tried this kind of forbidden pleasure. Even she didn't expect that there would be a kind of indulgence in her heart.
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"The person you asked about was said to have been a retainer of Fourth Young Master Han Yu. Shortly after the battle with Bai Yifei, this person disappeared from Xinzheng. I have been in the palace for a long time, so I only know this."
Mingzhu's weak voice came. Hearing this noble young woman speak, Zheng Ze raised his eyebrows. Is this... a gift after satisfaction?
Feeling Zheng Ze's gaze, Mrs. Mingzhu pulled up the thin silk quilt beside her to block the snow-white spring light. In front of Zheng Ze, she still had to maintain the most fundamental dignity.
She is a high-ranking princess, and there is only one person under her in the huge South Korea!
Zheng Ze raised his lips slightly, "Since Madam knows my strengths and weaknesses, and I also know Madam's depth, why should Madam hide anything from me?"
Hearing this, Mrs. Mingzhu's pretty face showed no emotion, and she sneered at Zheng Ze's statement, "Apart from making me dirty, what else will you do?"
Looking at Mingzhu, she still spoke without pretense. At first, this woman would show off her charming charm without any concealment. When the attack and the attack were reversed, maybe because she was not used to it, she seemed to be half-assed in the process.
After gradually adapting to this process, she gradually began not to hide her arrogant demeanor. She maintained a unique style as long as she did not touch Zheng Ze's bottom line.
Zheng Ze didn't take it seriously and turned his head to look not far away. There was a faint flame rising into the sky. He was still not worried about Yan Lingji. She came to the palace to look for the pearl just by the way.
"That's not what Madam said just now, and this is your punishment." He said softly, warning Mingzhu in his words.
He knew all these methods, but it would be boring to repeat the same method a second time.
Mrs. Mingzhu snorted coldly and did not argue with her on this matter, "Why don't you leave?"
"It's not a good habit to drive people away when you are satisfied. After all, how do you know if you will get more?" Zheng Ze leaned against the window sill and saw that the decoration of Mingzhu's bedroom was extremely luxurious, and the layout and furnishings also looked unique.
mood.
Feeling that the traces on her body were drying again, Mrs. Mingzhu hummed softly, rolled up the thin quilt, got off the brocade bed, walked slowly to Zheng Ze, leaned on the railing and looked out the window.
"You still want to continue? Are you really afraid that the king will bump into you when he comes back?" Mrs. Mingzhu said lightly.
She didn't think Zheng Ze would stay here for too long, and even Bai Yifei didn't dare.
Zheng Ze shook his head, "What's there to be afraid of? Doesn't Madam know how to mix incense? When King Han comes back, Madam will charm him with incense, and we can do it in front of him... Madam seems to agree?"
Listening to his description, Mrs. Mingzhu seemed to have imagined that scene in her mind, and snorted coldly when she came to her senses.
"Those who repeatedly test themselves on the edge of danger will eventually be swallowed up by danger."
The danger she talks about is not just referring to Han Wangan, she herself is very dangerous!
Zheng Ze had no intention of confronting Mingzhu verbally. It was most direct to communicate with this woman directly using his body.
After all, it’s good for her and good for me, a win-win situation!
"The Han Palace is too small. A beauty like Madam should not waste her time here. The world is huge, Madam should look to the seven countries."
Listening to Zheng Ze's illusory paintings, Madam Mingzhu scanned his face with her narrow phoenix eyes. She had not realized before that this man was so young.
The thin quilt was wrapped around her collarbone, and the curtain was held up by the full granary. Her mature and delicate body was hidden under the thin cloth.
"Can you take me to overlook the world?" Mingzhu asked casually.
A mature young woman is very realistic, but she will not directly attack a man's ambition. It is the wisest thing to position herself correctly.
Zheng Ze shook his head and did not continue to say anything. There were many things that a woman like Mingzhu did not need to explain clearly.
As long as the situation is placed in front of her, she will naturally know what to do. Just like when Zheng Ze says what dish he wants to eat, she will know what posture he should take.
"The world is too far away, so you have to look slowly. And now, I hope Madam can have a good sleep tonight!" Zheng Ze had already seen the firelight in the distance slowly dissipating, and the guards in the palace began to move towards the main hall in large numbers.
Rush over.
Glancing at the charming young woman in the night, Zheng Ze patted her buttocks, which were firm and elastic.
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When the night slowly dissipated, a flash of fish belly white appeared from the sky, and many people were already running for a living.
In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Fu Nian, as a model scholar, naturally got up early to feel the fresh smell of morning dew.
Fu Nian was reading the classics provided by the Prime Minister's Mansion by the window, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Fu Nian, a serious man, frowned. The prime minister's breakfast should not be served so early.
"Please come in!"
After the powerful and deep voice came out, a figure in green opened the door and walked in with some "difficulty".
Looking at the people who came in, Fu Nian was a little surprised, "Zifang?"
What surprised him was not the person coming, but the tray of wooden pallets held by Zhang Liang, with wood chips as high as a hill stacked on top of the wooden pallets.
The stack of wood chips was already in a precarious state, teetering on the edge of collapse. As long as Zhang Liang, who was holding them up, shook, the wood chips would fall to the ground.
Zhang Liang carefully brought the wooden tray in front of Fu Nian, and slowly placed it on the table with extremely subtle movements. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked towards Fu Nian naturally.
A gift.
"Mr. Fu Nian!"
Listening to Zhang Liang's weak and bookish voice, Fu Nian nodded, but was a little confused, "Zifang, what are you?"
As he said this, he pointed at the pile of wood chips on the wooden support of the table, wondering what it meant.
Hearing this, Zhang Liang introduced Fu Nian, "These are the famous assassins received by the prime minister's office. Now the scholars in Xinzheng know that Mr. Fu Nian has come to South Korea and want to meet him."
Fu Nian frowned deeply. The news that he came to Xinzheng was not widely publicized, and even if he came here for a study tour, he wouldn't be so popular, right?
Could it be said that the culture of reading and learning in Korea is so strong?
