The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

"Her Majesty is a beautiful woman. She should be pampered by 3,000 men."

Ji Wenyuan looked at the woman in his arms.

His hand tightened, and his nails naturally brushed past the part of her leg that should not be touched.

"MINISTER JI!"

Taking a deep breath, Xia Ling tightened her grip on his arm and looked up.

There were tears in her phoenix eyes.

Ji Wenyuan lowered his eyes, and his expression was normal.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for accidentally injuring my dragon body... Hiss."

This time, Ji Wenyuan let out a muffled groan.

The woman did not care whether he was frightened or not. She lowered her head and took a big bite on his shoulder.

This bite was fierce and deep. Ji Wenyuan endured it and did not say a word.

He originally thought that this was Neon Phoenix's revenge on him.

But unexpectedly, she really did not let go until she saw blood.

There was a bloody tooth mark on his shoulder. She wiped the blood from her lips. The woman glanced at him and came out of his arms.

Although the steps were a bit awkward, they still left the hot spring pool.

She took a large handkerchief and wrapped it around her body.

Xia Ling turned around and looked at Ji Wenyuan who had also come up from behind her.

She picked a bottle of medicine from the medicine rack beside her and threw it to him.

"I made Minister Ji suffer on a whim."

He was the one who had provoked her first. As such, she bit him, and it was enough to punish him.

Ji Wenyuan said, "Your subject is terrified."

He took the medicine and did not avoid it. In front of Xia Ling, he opened the bottle, poured the medicine powder, and smeared it on the wound.

The medicine in the palace was naturally very good.

Not long after, the bleeding stopped, but there was a piercing pain like a needle.

Ji Wenyuan's forehead was covered in sweat.

Seeing him like this, Xia Ling curled her lips.

"This medicine can stop the bleeding, but it will slow the recovery of the wound. Minister Ji, I hope this wound will let you know what it means to have the difference between a ruler and an official!"

When she was in his arms just now, she was still charming and full of tears.

But in the blink of an eye, she put on the airs of a queen.

This was really the real-life version of pulling diao mercilessly, throwing it away after using it!

Ji Wenyuan looked at her, lowered his eyes, and bowed.

"Thank you for Your Majesty's grace!"

Looking at this gentle appearance, Xia Ling inexplicably felt a chill at the back of her neck.

"Minister Ji, please leave. I'm going to sleep now," she said as if she had not noticed.

Ji Wenyuan wore a jade-like crown on his head and had a wound on his shoulder. He was really in a sorry state.

But after she said this, the man quietly put on the official robe he had worn when he came and took his leave.

The robe rubbed against the wound. It must have been extremely painful, so Ji Wenyuan could bear it but his face was a little pale.

Xia Ling looked at him and felt a little regretful.

What if Ji Wenyuan was angered to the point that he rebelled in advance?

This was not good.

Seeing that Ji Wenyuan was far away, the palace men wanted to come and serve her, but they were all chased out by Xia Ling and replaced with palace maids.

As she changed her clothes, Xia Ling called out again.

"Lin Lang!"

A female general came in from outside the palace.

Xia Ling said, "Catch up to Prime Minister Ji and give him a few good bandages, medicine, and a set of comfortable casual clothes."

"Yes." Lin Lang looked at Xia Ling.

The beautiful and noble empress, apart from a little more charm between her brows, looked no different from usual.

But...

Wasn't her majesty spending the night with Prime Minister Ji?

Could it be that her majesty was too brave and caused Prime Minister Ji to get injured?

She imagined an erotic scene and Lin Lang followed the order and forcefully caught up with the carriage of the prime minister outside the palace gates.

Ji Wenyuan got down from the carriage. His face became paler as his wounds rubbed against each other.

Lin Lang pitied, "Prime Minister Ji, you are the pillar of the country. You have to take good care of your health!"