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    Long hair tangled

    In the evening, King Jiang sent a message to Qin Zhi to see him.

    “Are you in a hurry?” Qin Zhi asked.

    “No rush.” ​​Li Ci replied.

    Qin Zhi then took a special shower to wash away the smell of sweat from the day’s training before following Li Ci to meet the saint.

    There were only a few corner palace lanterns left in the king’s palace, emitting a soft halo, shrouding the huge palace in a hazy atmosphere.

    The scent of ambergris lingers on the tip of the nose.

    King Jiang had already taken off his majestic court clothes during the day, only wearing a bright yellow soft satin coat, half leaning on the dragon couch.

    His dark hair was disheveled, a little less sharp as an emperor, and a little more lazy and casual.

    He was playing with a warm jade pendant in his hand, and his eyes fell on Qin Zhi, who was slowly walking in.

    Qin Zhi’s hair was still a little wet, and he was dressed in plain clothes, which made his face more handsome and his posture upright.

    He walked to the bed, bowed politely, raised his head boldly, and grinned at King Jiang: “I, Mr. Qin, would like to see your Majesty.”

    The chess piece was as usual, straightforward, flattering, and fiery, like a little sun that thought it would never go out.

    King Jiang waved his hand, signaling Li Ci to step back.

    Li Ci silently exchanged glances with Qin Zhi, as if encouraging, then quietly retreated outside the hall and gently closed the door.

    “Get up.”

    King Jiang’s voice was full of weariness and indescribable gentleness, “Come closer.”

    Qin Zhiyi stood up and walked to the dragon bed. Without waiting for the king’s instructions, he took off his shoes and socks, climbed onto the dragon bed twice and three times, and climbed to the inside quickly.

    “…”

    King Jiang swallowed the polite words that were about to come out of his mouth, such as “I have wronged you today”, and said in a teasing tone, “Are you obsessed with climbing into the Dragon’s bed? Aren’t you afraid of gossiping in court?”

    Qin Zhifang lifted up the quilt and got in. Hearing this, he crawled out again with half of his head sticking out, “I just like His Majesty to be tight. I’m not afraid.”

    After saying that, he got in again and soon reached an unknown place.

    “You!” King Jiang was so startled by the word “like” that his mind exploded. Before he could reprimand him, the over-conscious minister took out the bird’s nest. He hissed angrily and wanted to kick the person off, but suddenly felt that it was unnecessary.

    Since this guy is so down on himself, why should he force himself to be Liu Xiahui?

    Thunder, rain and dew are all gifts from God. He has been given favor, fame and fortune, so why not take a small profit from him?

    An unpredictable sound sounded in the hall, and the body temperature of the two people rose rapidly.Not long after, King Jiang took over the initiative and suppressed Qin Zhi.

    Their long hair is intertwined, really like a couple with intertwined fates.

    While Qin Zhi squinted his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure, King Jiang’s lips curved into a mocking smile.

    However, it is unclear whether he is mocking himself or Qin Zhi.

    Banxia novel, a lot of fun

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