When Lu Qi pushed the door open and walked in, what he saw was the erotic scene of Nan Muchen pressing Su Mumu under her on the messy bed, their lips almost touching each other. She was stunned on the spot for a moment.

Behind Lu Qi, Ji Ying put a hand on his shoulder, clearly trying to stop him from entering.

Nan Muchen's pool-like eyes were filled with anger. He turned his head and glared at Lu Qi coldly, as if blaming him for disturbing his good deeds.

Lu Qi trembled at the look in her eyes. She turned around with a sad face and wanted to ask for help from Ji Ying behind her.

Jiying retracted his hand, shrugged, and gave him a helpless expression.

Su Mumu took advantage of this opportunity and immediately regained her lost sense. She broke free from Nan Muchen's shackles and jumped to the side. Only her face was still red with disappointment.

"Lu Qi, what's the matter?" Nan Muchen's eyes were half-squinted, and he spoke with a bit of gritted teeth.

"Master, um, this subordinate is here to ask you about lunch..." Lu Qi felt guilty for a moment when Nan Muchen stared at her with sharp eyes, and her words seriously lacked her usual confidence.

Su Mumu heard Lu Qi mention lunch and reminded him: "Your Majesty is in good health today, so you can only drink porridge, and you can't stop taking medicine. It's still the same as yesterday. Go quickly."

This sounds like he is driving Lu Qi away, but in fact it is to help him out. After all, Lu Qi suddenly barged in like this, which can be regarded as helping her. Otherwise, there is no telling what would happen if a man and a woman were alone and the gun went off.

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Lu Qi smiled gratefully at Su Mumu, and was about to turn around to leave, but was stopped by Nan Muchen: "Wait a minute."

Lu Qi thought that her master was still angry and wanted to punish him, so she turned around stiffly and waited for Nan Muchen to attack with a low eyebrow.

However, Nan Muchen just ordered: "By the way, let the kitchen cook some crucian carp soup and bring it over."

"No." Su Mumu frowned, and continued what he said, "You are not well yet, so you can't eat anything else except porridge."

Is he seeking death? His stomach was bloated from what he just ate yesterday. What kind of fish soup will he drink today?

If he is sick, he will suffer as well. If this man doesn't feel sorry for himself, he should take care of her at least, right?

Nan Muchen raised his eyebrows and said, "Who said it was for me to drink?"

"Then who are you going to drink for?"

Nan Muchen looked at Su Mumu without saying a word. This meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"Give it to me?" Duan Duan, why do you want her to drink crucian carp soup? What she hates most is eating fish.

Nan Muchen slowly lowered his gaze to her slightly flat chest, and said only two words lightly: "Tonic."

"Nan Muchen, your uncle!!"

Su Mumu's hoarse roar was like a thunder that suddenly exploded on the ground. It shook the courtyard of Longchen Pavilion, and the birds perched on the towering tree flew out in fright.

The Imperial Palace of Nanqi State is located in the center of Nandu. After walking along the official road of Nandu City Gate for about an hour, you can see the majestic bright yellow gate of the palace. There are four gates in total, namely Qinglong Gate and White Tiger Gate.

, Zhuque Gate and Xuanwu Gate respectively correspond to the four directions. The big red wall next to the palace gate is about three feet high.

After entering the palace gate, you have to walk through the straight palace corridor before you truly enter the palace.

A man in a bright yellow dragon robe embroidered with dragon patterns is sitting on the dragon chair facing the "Qinhe Hall" outside. On the imperial desk in front of him are two stacks of memorials of different heights stacked on the left and right. The shorter stack is

Those that have been corrected, and the taller pile are those that have not yet been corrected.

And he was holding a half-corrected memorial in his hand, with a pair of delicate phoenix eyes, staring at the contents of the memorial without blinking, and a pair of sharp eyebrows frowning tightly.

The man sitting on the dragon chair with a deep frown is none other than Nan Muze, the supreme king of Nanqi Kingdom.

There was silence in the main hall, and the palace maids and eunuchs standing aside did not dare to breathe. The air was filled with a depressing aura that a storm was about to come.

Nan Muze picked up the memorial at hand and looked at it for a while. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes. The pen he held in his hand refused to fall on it. He loosened the hand holding the memorial and turned his head as if he didn't want to go any further.

Look at that memorial.

After pondering for a long time, he picked it up again, but this time he didn't even want to look at it anymore. As if he couldn't bear it anymore, he threw Huang Lingpizi's memorial to the ground with a raised hand.

The surrounding palace maids and eunuchs were infected by Nan Muze's anger. Their bodies trembled and their heads were buried lower, fearing that the furious Holy Emperor would be unhappy and vent his anger on them.

The anger in Nan Mu Zefeng's eyes grew stronger and stronger, as if he wanted to burn everything in his eyes. The veins on his forehead protruded one by one: "This old and immortal thing like Tian Xiang! How dare you join forces with ministers?

Threaten me! Go and find me Li Shangshu of the Ministry of Revenue!"

The little eunuch on the side got the order, said "yes" tremblingly, and ran out of Qinhe Hall as if he was running away.

Even Eunuch Chang, the chief eunuch who has been with Nan Muze for the longest time, rarely sees him get so angry. But after all, he is an old man in the palace, so he naturally knows what to do at what time.

He quickly asked the palace maid next to him to make a cup of ginseng tea for Nan Muze. She bowed her body and carefully brought it to him, and said calmly: "Long live my lord, if you have anything to say, tell me slowly. Why do you need to make such a fuss? Don't be angry.

If the dragon body is broken, it’s not worth it.”

Eunuch Chang used to be the chief eunuch beside the late emperor. After the late emperor passed away, he directly served Nan Muze. Now he is also an old man in his sixties with half-white hair.

Nan Muze could still listen to what he said, because he was a confidant of the late emperor, and after all, he had been in the palace for so many years, so he was considered a veteran, so he could trust him.

He took a sip of the ginseng tea handed over by Eunuch Chang, then handed it back, rubbing his brows tiredly. Eunuch Chang thoughtfully walked around behind Nan Muze and squeezed his shoulders.

Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue python robe with expanded sleeves hurriedly entered the Qinhe Hall.

I heard that Nan Muze summoned him to the palace angrily, fearing that he had made some mistake and had his pigtails pulled.

He didn't dare to look up at Nan Muze's expression, so he lowered his head and knelt down: "Your Majesty, Li Xingzhou, bow to the Emperor! Long live my Emperor..."

"Okay, okay, long live long live, long live long live, hurry up and talk to me!" Nan Muze was already in a irritable mood. Seeing Li Xingzhou's trembling look, he felt even more bored.

"Yes, yes..." Li Xingzhou climbed up from the ground carefully, but his head was still lowered.

Nan Muze snorted loudly from his nostrils, turned his head and waved his hand to Eunuch Chang who was still squeezing his shoulders: "Okay, all of you, please go down first. I have something to discuss with Li Aiqing alone."

Eunuch Chang nodded, and all the palace maids and eunuchs in the Qinhe Palace retreated out together, closing the door of the palace. At this time, only Nan Muchen and the Minister of Household Affairs Li Xingzhou were left in the Qinhe Palace.
Chapter completed!