Offering Salted Fish To Master

Sima Jiao woke up and found himself asleep in the carriage. He rarely fell asleep peacefully, let alone on a carriage, and he recalled that before he fell asleep, he found that his memory was a little fuzzy, as if he was talking with Liao Tingyan, and he felt sleepy. ——This woman is not right, he immediately noticed it.

The wrong woman hugged his neck and leaned on his chest, sleeping soundly. Just when Sima Jiao woke up, his mind was still not clear. At that time, he subconsciously held her waist, squeezed her back of the neck, and only after he woke up, he looked at his hand with a mysterious expression.

Where is this woman sacred?

After all, Sima Jiao is a typical irritable emperor who "does not allow others to snore on the side of the couch". There is no living creature that can fall asleep next to him. Generally speaking, if there are people next to him, he will never sleep.

"Wake up." Sima Jiao shook the woman who couldn't sleep in his arms.

Liao Tingyan was relaxed and slept just right. He felt the familiar shaking wake-up service at this frequency, and he naturally had a conditioned reflex-this is Sima Jiao's trouble with her again.

So she reflexed, hugged Sima Jiao's neck, buried her face in the neck of the other person, and said two vaguely: "Hmm, no noise."

He didn't even open his eyes.

Sima Jiao felt her nose and lips cling to the edge of her neck, her breathing sullenly sweeping her neck, her whole body was not right. It was the strange feeling that the reason sensed something was wrong, but couldn't react, and the vigilance and the estimation of the danger were not used.

This Liao Tingyan has a face that often appears in his dreams. Is it because of this that he can tolerate her so far? Sima Jiao didn't quite understand, he twisted his eyebrows and thought for a long time. After regaining consciousness, I found that I still held the person in my arms and didn't throw away, and my hand was still touching the person's belly as if he had his own consciousness.

Your Majesty is full of thoughts, and his heart is quite easy to touch.

He rubbed his fingers and thought, no matter what, he put him around to observe, if something is wrong, he will show his feet sooner or later. This woman is so close to please herself, in this case, after returning to the palace, she will be given a higher position.

He thought, raising the driving curtain and looking out, the bright sun fell into the car and shone on Liao Tingyan's face.

Liao Tingyan: "...hot."

Sima Jiao: "..."

He knocked on the wall of the carriage with his fingers, and the carriage immediately slowed down, and a servant opened the screen door and brocade curtain, knelt in front of the car door and said, "Your Majesty—"

He saw Sima Jiao holding Liao Tingyan at a glance, with a look of stunned expression on his face, and in Sima Jiao's sudden sinking face, he quickly dropped his head in panic.

Sima Jiao: "Get the ice here."

In order to be ready to meet your Majesty's various needs at all times, the motorcade brought a lot of luxury items. After the waiter's voice went down, it soon made people brave the cold ice book and set it up.

In fact, Liao Tingyan woke up after shouting the heat. She fell asleep and was unprepared. She almost prepared to use spells to cool down. It was hard to remember what the situation is now, so she met with the mortal emperor Sima Jiao on the first day. It's just such a big one, don't scare him.

What if he mistakes it for a monster, such as the vixen who intends to mess with Chaozuna, she doesn't want to follow this script.

It's still too relaxed around him, it can't be like this, you have to pay attention.

Sima Jiao: "When I wake up, I get up, my lonely leg is numb by you."

Liao Tingyan slowly sat aside, looking at his legs, mortal bodies were really too fragile. She was in a trance, and a certain fragment suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Sima Jiao, wearing a black robe, sat on the back of the giant snake and looked down at her sitting in his arms. He seemed to say a little disgustedly: "Your cultivation is too weak. Wouldn't it be that if I use a little bit of force, you will die."

In a blink of an eye, it was this Sima Jiao who pierced his palm without hesitation and fed her blood.

She was once such a fragile ordinary person, and he made her what she is now.

...

His Majesty, the 16-year-old in the carriage, did not pay attention to Liao Tingyan's expression. He asked Liao Tingyan to open the ice mirror, take out the iced fruit inside, and signaled Liao Tingyan to eat.

"Eat it."

He leaned on there and knocked on his knees, and suddenly thought, why should I let her eat so naturally?

Liao Tingyan blinked, hugged the big peach that exuded the cold, and moved to the side of Sima Jiao, squeezing his numb legs, but actually patted him with a few spiritual powers, so that his body can flow smoothly.

His Majesty, who was about to let the servant come over and beat his legs, hummed twice in his nose, and the uncle seemed to lean back. He felt that this beauty still admires herself very much, and gave him a hug, secretly gave Qiubo, and took the initiative to beat him. .

Your Majesty is a bit swollen.

Liao Tingyan hammered it three times and stopped eating the peach. In any case, it is really difficult to change from extravagance to frugality, and eating too much spiritual food from the immortal world is not enough.

Sima Jiao: "...you won't please people?" What does it mean to just hammer three times?

Liao Tingyan: "...Your Majesty's feet are still numb?" Isn't her feet numb? She has used spiritual energy, and three hammers are enough.

Sima Jiao: "..." It's really not numb, but is that all you pleased to lonely?

He stared at Liao Tingyan with majestic and oppressive eyes. Generally speaking, he showed such a look, whether it was the ministers, the servants of the palace or the beauties of the harem, all would be frightened.

Liao Tingyan: No, do you have to look at me like this? Are you acting like a baby?

Forget it, she thought, she's only sixteen years old, and the rebellious period hasn't passed, so what if he satisfies him. The old grass doesn't care about the tender cows, just pinch the legs.

Although the goal was achieved, your Majesty felt that Liao Tingyan didn't think the same as himself. He felt that way, and even felt that he heard Liao Tingyan call his little Majesty lovingly in his heart.

Sima Jiao: "..." I have an illusion.

He looked at the river outside the window, suddenly remembered something, and knocked on the wall of the car again.

"Your Majesty." A man riding a horse outside the carriage approached in a low voice.

Sima Jiao said, "How about Wei Xianyu?"

The attendant said: "Wei Junshou has already returned."

Sima Jiao rubbed his forehead. Forgot to cook Wei Xianyu. Of course he didn't come here casually when he came to Liyang. Wei Xianyu had previously hooked up with Nanyan Hougou and made a lot of small actions secretly. He was planning to come back and settle Wei Xianyu by the way, but... he watched Liao Tingyan next to his eyes, but something happened, he forgot about it for a while.

He hesitated for a moment between the two options of "Ignore Wei Xianyu for a while" and "Send someone back to cook Wei Xianyu while still not far away", and chose the latter.

It's all here, so I can't let him go. He immediately sent a few people back to resolve the matter.

Those few people caught up with the team a few days later and brought back results that Simagio was satisfied with.

He has a group of obedient and easy-to-use servants who are loyal to him, and are as famous as the femme fatales in his harem. In the eyes of the ministers, they are not good things. The femme fatale destroys the home, and the servants are cruel, and they kill people and block them inside and outside.

Over the years, anyone who makes Sima Jiao unhappy will end up terribly.

If it weren't for being scared by Sima Jiao, he went out of the palace at will, and walked for a month or two. How could it be so quiet as a chicken before the middle of the court broke out.

It’s also because he ignores the affairs of the DPRK and is basically represented by a few veteran officials. Several veterans representing different forces can set up a big show in the DPRK. Sima Jiao, the king who was supposed to be the protagonist, In the end, he became a spectator.

A scary and annoying spectator.

As soon as Sima Jiao’s guard of honor team entered the capital of Yancheng, many people waiting at the city gate rushed back to inform the parties. Sima Jiao came back, indicating that everyone’s good days were over again.

Liao Tingyan found it quite new. She and Sima Jiao had been together for a long time. Although he was very powerful at that time, everyone was afraid of him, but he was basically unwilling to engage in exaggerated postures. He prefers to take her with Black Snake, and he will be unhappy if he is disturbed, but now he is really "emperor" in this posture of holding back.

The convoy travelled along the wide main street, leading to the palace gate. There were already heavily guarded along the road, blocking other people from approaching.

The Yancheng Palace is a vast palace, which is different from the buildings in the Immortal Realm Demon Realm that Liao Tingyan has seen. This palace probably has some history and magnificent architecture. The blue brick walls have a simple and heavy atmosphere, perhaps it is unique. The traces of time belonging to mortals are not the same as those in the world of immortality, which always remain brand new and gorgeous.

She has been a "immortal cultivator" for many years, almost forgetting that she was once an ordinary person.

Seeing her looking out the window, Sima Jiao's expression was a bit lonely, and his heart became unhappy. Could it be that she is unwilling to enter the palace? It's only then that I realized what kind of life there will be in the future? What does her expression mean?

When Sima Jiao was upset, he decided to raise the position he had previously decided to give to Liao Tingyan.

That way she is always happy.

If this is still unhappy, it would be too arrogant and he would not always tolerate it.

Liao Tingyan, who hadn't noticed anything his Majesty had added, was taken to the Chendian where Sima Jiao lived, took a bath and changed clothes, and went to the dinner party after taking care of it.

Every time Sima Jiao came back from wandering outside, he had to hold a banquet to increase his feelings with his long-lost courtiers—in a way of sending everyone a beautiful woman.

His harem was sitting in an inner hall separated by a barrier, and they could see the graceful figures indistinctly, while the outer hall was the ministers, each with a heavy expression as if attending a funeral banquet.

Sima Jiao took Liao Tingyan to the scene last. Liao Tingyan felt that he was walking beside Sima Jiao. Everyone was looking at themselves, more people than seeing Sima Jiao.

Sima Jiao sat in the main seat, and did not let Liao Tingyan go to sit behind the inner hall, but directly let her sit next to him, which caused another uproar. Liao Tingyan heard the group of beauties in the inner hall tumult instantly.

"Feast."

As soon as Sima Jiao's voice came out, an endless stream of attendants delivered hot dishes and drinks, removed the original cakes and other items, and the graceful dancers also twisted their waists and floated from outside the hall, singing and dancing in the blink of an eye.

Liao Tingyan looked at the dishes in front of her, ready to start eating with appetite. She took a bite by herself, and heard a gasp sound from the waiter who served the wine next to her. She suddenly thought that it was no better than before, and the chopsticks froze. .

Sima Jiao casually said to Liao Tingyan, "You can eat whatever you want."

Turning his head and unhappily said to the servant: "Get off."

The waiter quickly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. Your Majesty's character seems to be better than before, and he really took his life back.

Liao Tingyan ate a few bites, and saw Sima Jiao holding his chin watching him eat, without moving his chopsticks, he couldn't help asking, "Your Majesty will not eat?"

During this period of time on the road, he seldom eats. He used to be like this. He didn't like to eat anything, but now he is a mortal. If he doesn't eat, how can he live? No wonder the body is made like this, this person has too many bad problems.

Liao Tingyan wondered when to start a small stove for him to nourish, and then scooped him a ball, "Your Majesty, this is delicious, can you try it."

When the waiter who came to deliver the wine saw this, the tray in his hand fell in fright.

Liao Tingyan: No, why are you so surprised?

Sima Jiao glanced at the meatballs in the bowl with boredom, waved his hand to make the waiter who was kneeling on the side in fright get out, and replied, "No."

Is it possible that his picky eater gene is written in the soul?

Liao Tingyan had no choice but to take it back and ate it by himself.

Perhaps it was because the majesty tonight was so harmless. The ministers didn't wait for him to be a demon. They all relaxed and enjoyed the feast of singing and dancing. Many people got drunk after drinking three rounds. According to custom, the courtiers set out to toast.

Then comes the reward link.

Sima Jiao rewarded two beauties as usual.

There is a minister whose surname is Zhao, who has been very popular in the past two years. He is considered to be Sima Jiao’s direct line. Sima Jiao is very important. He is shameless and cruel enough, and he was promoted to one of the nine princes in his twenties. House. This one had been floating for several months, and drank a lot of wine, some of it was on the top. At this moment, in order to show closeness, he said in a half-joking tone: "Your Majesty's new beauty minister looks like it, but I don't know it may be cut off. ."

There was abrupt silence in the field.

Sima Jiao didn't speak, he turned his gaze to Zhao Shaofu, without a trace of expression on his face.

The singing and dancing in the hall stopped, and the noisy toasts disappeared. Everyone noticed something and quieted down spontaneously, leaving only a depressed silence.

"Do you want a lonely concubine?" Sima Jiao leaned forward and asked softly.

The sound was light and fluttering, but it was like a thunder, and everyone was frightened.

Concubine? In this majesty's harem, all the beauties have no position, just the lowest order beauties. The titles of Empress, First Grade Third Wife, and Nine Concubine are still vacant. I have never seen him give any position to any beauty, but now he is silent, suddenly bringing out a noble concubine?

A woman of unknown origin suddenly became a noble concubine?

If Sima Jiao will be fascinated by beauty, no one believes it, but now, they are not so sure.

Zhao Shaofu finally sobered up. He stared at Sima Jiao's gloomy face in amazement, knelt down with a trembling, and stammered: "The minister, the minister drank too much, and he was confused for a while..."

Sima Jiao lightly clicked on the table, "Pulled his tongue out and hanged at the gate of the palace."

The four waiters who had been standing nearby in the shadows before rushed forward fiercely. In front of everyone, the two held their hands and feet, one opened his mouth, and the other pulled out his tongue.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh-"

Liao Tingyan also held his chopsticks and watched the two people drag the twitching body farther and farther. There was no one to clean the long red drag mark in the hall, and there was silence inside and outside the hall.

Sima Jiao looked at Liao Tingyan again at this time and smiled slightly. There was no gloomy atmosphere on the face of a teenager. He said in a gentle tone, "Why don't you continue to eat? Come and taste this beef tongue. "It seems to have killed someone, and finally feel comfortable, and I am also interested in the dishes in front of me.

Liao Tingyan: "..."