An Nuanzhi covered her heart and held the wall. The better Murong Wuhen treated her, the more she felt the murderous intent.

Just imagine, which man would tolerate his wife having another man in his heart, unless he did not really love him! With this guess, An Nuanzhi felt uneasy and she began to think deeply again. Could it be that she overestimated her position in Murong Wuhen’s heart? Murong Wuhen treated her from the beginning just to vent, use and revenge—?

The hand clenched his fists in the cuffs, warming his heart, very low, very low. It's so ridiculous, she still hasn't gotten rid of it, warming the bed slave, fate. Is God making fun of her?

Please, can you stop like this? Her little heart cannot afford to hurt her.

Hate almost surged up suddenly, An Nuanzhi sneered, man's love? Go to death! Man's love is hell!

An Nuanori remembered a sentence, "When I love you, what you say is. When I don't love you, what do you say is?"

Yes, if you rely on the love of a man to live, in the end, she is nothing.

Since I figured it out, An Nuanzhi will no longer be entangled. Life is entirely based on acting skills. Murong Wuhen is "unkind", so don't blame her for being "unrighteous"!

With a charming smile, An Nuanzhi showed a charming expression, "Your Majesty, come into the hall. I have learned a dish recently. Come and try it, okay?"

As she said, An Nuanzhi's hand was slowly drawn to the inside of her cuff, where there was a chronic poison. This was brought in by Tian Kemao from outside the palace. Ordinary people would die after taking it for three months. Death was like natural death, and there was no trace of poisoning. This was prepared by her, specially for Murong Wuhen. As mentioned in the previous article, the main purpose of her staying with Murong Wuhen was to avenge the 92 people who died tragically.

"Okay!" Murong Wuhen's gaze was frozen on An Nuanzhi's face. She was beautiful and charming. Her every frown and smile made everything around her dizzy. Her temperament changed drastically, but it still made him unable to move his eyes. He found that there seemed to be a magic on her body that attracted him.

However, Murong Wuhen is not an ordinary person, nor can he be captured by the beauty. Just now, An Nuanzhi's small move in his sleeve did not escape his eyes.

A sharp edge slid across his eyes. She wants to poison him?

Murong Wuhen sneered, the gentle expression in his eyes disappeared, and instead there was a trace of evil between his eyebrows.

In fact, Murong Wuhen had already made plans before coming to Hua Palace. He wanted to improve his relationship with An Nuanzhi and reverse his "bad impression" in An Nuanzhi's mind. But this woman was so "unfair" that she simply let everything go back to the starting point. He wanted to give her a little bitterness! Damn woman!

Thinking of this, Murong Wuhen said coldly, "My beloved concubine, I don't need to try the dishes. It's still necessary to try the beloved concubine! Speaking of which, how long has it been since I and you enjoyed the joy of the boudoir?"

An Nuanzhi was spreading her tongue, dizzy, you can't underestimate the enemy, you can't underestimate the enemy, Murong Wuhen turned the steel into soft fingers. Did he discover her intention to poison? Tonight, can't escape?

Just as he was thinking, his big hands like fire had already embraced her waist. Murong Wuhen had always been an action-oriented person, and he did whatever he wanted. He untied An Nuan's long tulle skirt, hugged her horizontally, and entered the inner hall.

A night of lingering, desperate to ask for it——

An Nuanzhi secretly shouted in his heart, "Be gentle, I love to hold grudges!"

The next day, An Nuanzhi sat on the bed holding a quilt, with four words written on her face, "Indulge, desire, over, and destiny". Ahhh, who can tell her that Murong Wuhen's stalk-like physical strength is swollen? He is too heavy to start!

Now, An Nuanzhi's body is densely filled with tooth marks, bite marks, pinch marks, scratches. Speaking of which, is Murong Wuhen a dog?

"Empress--" At this time, Hongzao lifted the curtain and came in. When she saw the mess on the couch, she smiled knowingly. She thought to herself, their empress is so charming, and she has never seen her. Which woman is so popular with them? This pair is really a little mandarin duck that envies others.

An Nuanzhi was not blind. She noticed the rich expression of red dates. Her face was unnatural. She turned red with a "brush". She lowered her head and wrapped her little fingers, stirring her.

Damn, An Nuanzhi secretly scolded herself for pretending to be innocent. She obviously hated Murong Wuhen to death and wanted to dismember him, but what is shy now?

Seeing this, Hongzao forced her smile again. She misunderstood. She misunderstood that An Nuanzhi showed the expression of a delicate little wife because she liked Murong Wuhen. She was envious again and returned to normal after a while.

"Empress, the emperor ordered the imperial kitchen to make pineapple pastry and a bowl of bloody swallow and white fungus porridge that moistens the lungs. To be honest, the emperor really cares about the empress." Hongzao was jealous in her tone, because since she entered the palace, Murong Wuhen had been so concerned about the food of the concubines for the first time.

"Oh." An Nuanzhi's face was stiff. In the eyes of outsiders, Murong Wuhen was considerate and pampered her. In fact, only she understood the reason best!

He wanted to give her a bad help, it was like a Beijing cramming duck. It was filled first, and then at night, it would "explode" her and "overdraw" her. It was about food and clothing and thinking about yin. He was cultivating a tool for venting, that's all.

Murong Wuhen’s lustful heart is shining!

Yeah, An Nuanzhi only sighed that her fate was bumpy. What kind of luck was she? Why did she meet an enemy who seemed to have an electric motor on her body? And every night, ** is so strong and so high. Now she is the only concubine in the harem.

It seems that the days of "revenge" in the future seem very dark.

An Nuanzhi was thinking that a large plate of pineapple pastry had been brought up, crystal clear and unique, and it looked very appetizing. When I put it in my mouth and tasted it, it tasted unspeakable. The soft pineapple filling melted in my mouth and was sweet.

"It's delicious!" An Nuanzhi slapped her thighs, but wait, how could Murong Wuhen know that she likes to eat this flavor of pineapple pastry? Once, when she was the queen of Shangyu Kingdom, she woke up in the morning and shouted that Xiaoqi would ask the kitchen to make snacks when making this kind of thing. Moreover, when Lan Yiluo made her angry, she would use pineapple pastry to make her happy.

This familiar taste made her savor for a long time, and a wonderful feeling spread from the taste buds around her. An Nuanzhi felt that she seemed to have returned to the Shangyu Kingdom Palace, and was still the innocent little queen.

But for just a moment of trance, An Nuanzhi returned to reality from the hallucination. Forget it, now she is just a "bad woman" who is dazed by hatred. Her white background is far away from her.

For example, if there is really a god of death in this world, the god of death has a condition to use An Nuanzhi's soul, kindness, and simply exchange Murong Wuhen's life. An Nuanzhi will choose and agree without hesitation.

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Chengde Hall.

As soon as Murong Wuhen entered the hall, he was full of anger, cold air, uh, and a little bit of a bad temper, he was unhappy, and so, very unhappy!

It is the duty of the minister to help the emperor solve his problems. Although Lou Ning was reluctant, he still moved slowly towards the "iceberg" at the speed of a snail.

"Emperor, yesterday you and Concubine An—" Lou Ning tentatively tentatively. He was afraid that if he said the wrong word, he would cause a murder, but he had not finished speaking yet-

"Go ahead! I don't want to be disturbed!" Murong Wuhen interrupted him stiffly, as if Lou Ning had touched the "minefield" that he shouldn't have touched.

If you ask Murong Wuhen why he is in this state, the reason is very simple. When he was merciful on An Nuanzhi last night, he heard the word "luo" again. Damn, it's extremely hateful! He has tolerated it twice, but again and again, the little woman pressed by him called the name of another man again and again. What about him, what is he?

So, Murong Wuhen lost control. Last night, he "corporally punished" An Nuanzhi in the craziest way, making her look green and purple. But early in the morning, when he saw her curled up in the quilt, he regretted it again, so he ordered the imperial kitchen to make pineapple pastry to deliver it. But after he ordered someone to send it, Murong Wuhen regretted it for the third time. Why? Why should he please her? It was obviously her fault first! Last night, she even wanted to poison him!

Crazy, almost crazy, Murong Wuhen got up, and the blue veins on his forehead were jumping.

The first time in his life was a woman, he was disturbed by his mind!

Seeing this scene, Lou Ning stretched out his tongue, smacked his lips, and then shook his head, cough cough, the expression on their emperor's face is so wonderful. When you look at their emperor's expression, you will be amazed that human facial features are so flexible.
Chapter completed!