Scumbags Follow the Good System

Even when Wei Zishi was beaten to death, he could not imagine that the Empress Dowager Cong could say such shameless words. Her eyes widened, her neck and face were as red as the dye vat, and she stared at Congliang with tongue-tied eyes, even forgetting to kick someone.

"I am the Empress Dowager of the Dynasty, my mother's family is full of power and holds a lot of troops, and the whole family regards me as a treasure in the palm of their hands," Cong Liang said, "The emperor is obedient to me today, and I don't want to see him, so he only dares to linger outside the palace. "

"I can be regarded as above ten thousand people." Cong Liang's eyebrows were too heroic, and when he slanted it, he looked even more rebellious, "For someone like me, why don't you want me?"

Wei Zishi's lips trembled, and he was directly laughed at by Cong Liangqi. These words were indeed outrageous, but Wei Zishi knew that not only was it true, but even if he said it in front of the emperor, his admiration was often seen from the queen mother down his eyebrows. Tang's virtue must also be agreed with a smile.

"It's okay with me," Cong Liang didn't stop, just under the guise of pressing, wandering around Wei Zishi's calf and ankle, "I can't make you emperor..." Cong Liang suddenly smiled, and followed Wei Zishi's calf toward He touched his thigh above his knee, and when he approached Wei Zi, his red lips moved slowly, "But I can make you the emperor's father."

"Imagine," Cong Liang lowered his voice in a low and gentle voice, "When the Queen Mother, the emperor has to look at the woman's face." Cong Liang let go of Wei Zishi's calf and gently sat on Wei Zishi's thigh, his eyes fixed on him. When looking at Wei Zi, his eyes were wrong.

"It's so nice to have such a person under you, Chenghuan!" As Cong Liang slowly approached Wei Zi, his eyelashes drooped and his head lowered slightly, making a docile appearance, "You can do whatever you want...

The sound of sucking noodles in his head suddenly stopped, and the system's choking sound overlapped with Wei Zishi's choking sound that didn't fall down in one breath. Cong Liang An scolded a mother chicken, and the good atmosphere seemed to be able to deceive a small mouth, that's all. destroyed.

Before Wei Zishi could react, Cong Liang hurriedly climbed down from Wei Zishi's thigh, but it was too late...

Chickens, dogs, jumping, ghosts, wolves and howling are the kind of scenes that children under the age of 18 and the elderly over the age of 50 should watch with their family members.

After Wei Zishi threw Congliang to the ground, he picked up the plate on the small case and wanted to slap him, but his luck was shaking, so he finally put down the plate, took off his boots and swung Congliang, specifically looking at what he didn't like on Congliang's head. The two were shaking.

Cong Liang covered his head and jumped up and down in the small "private room", but he didn't run out, and he didn't say any threats. From time to time, he would release water to let Wei Lame push her up, and he swung it twice as much as he wished.

The two of them were almost out of breath, jumping and jumping, Cong Liang made a big jump, and when they jumped on Wei Zi, they fell down smoothly. The two fell to the ground and their bodies overlapped. , but there is bluestone under the cushion, and this time it is also a star.

Cong Liang was lying on Wei Zishi's body, and the two tugs just pressed against Wei Zishi's chin. While Wei Zishi was still in a state of twinkling and twinkling, the sky was full of little stars. Both hands were wrapped around Wei Zishi's waist, and the hugs were very solid.

"Hu~ Zi Shi," said Cong Liang, who inserted the needle, "you'll be fine with me." Cong Liang looked up at Wei Zi, whose eyes were still not focused, and smiled, " Ba Ha" and kissed the mouth on the chin, "You don't speak. I'll take it as your promise."

"Wei Zishi's head was still buzzing, he closed his eyes and sneered, "You are dreaming. "

"Get down..." Wei Zishi supported his head and propped up an arm. He was born with a disability. He basically used his steps to walk, and it was even more impossible to run.

He couldn't think about it carefully, how could he lose control again today, and it still caused people to make trouble for so long.

Wei Zishi was not a fool, he certainly knew that as long as Congliang escaped from the screen, or restrained his arms with that strange force, or he could stop him with a single threat, he did nothing, even accommodating His leg was lame, and he was deliberately hit.

What's the trick? Are you attacking?

Wei Zishi didn't deny that he hit someone, he was very happy, but after treating him like that, do you still want to play with him?

With a sneer in his heart and a gloomy face, Wei Zishi tore Cong Liang from him, got up and straightened his clothes, and was about to leave.

"Hey...you have to go." Cong Liang also got up, picked up Wei Zishi's shoes in the corner, squatted down and lifted Wei Zishi's legs, and waited for others to wait until Congliang helped Wei Zishi put on her shoes, and Wei Zishi was still there. In a daze.

Congliang and Liang were both in trouble. There was already a lot of broken hair. At the moment, it was messed up like a little poodle. A few strands of fine hair were wet on the forehead. The eyes were wide without any description, plain and clear. True or false, anyway, looking at Wei Zi with anticipation.

"Why don't you wait a little longer," Cong Liang walked in front of Wei Zishi, looking up at Wei Zi from bottom to top, "Let's change clothes and go to the street to play..."

"Lunch has run out," Wei Zishi frowned at Congliang, "What else do you want?"

Congliang patted her forehead, she forgot Wei Zishi's legs and feet and could not walk the streets normally, "What do I want, I want to be with you for a hundred years to be in harmony with the mountains and the boundless world and lingering to the end of the world..." Cong Liang met Wei Zishi Staring at her, biting her lip, she leaned against the screen and muttered, "You have to be willing..."

Wei Zishi pursed his lips and walked away. Congliang leaned against the screen and muttered, "When can you be willing? Oh, how can you be willing... ah~~"

The screen can't stand the weight of a person. Cong Liangguang mumbled and relaxed, and the screen, together with her, slammed on the ground, making her chest hurt, and she made a sheepish sound.

Wei Zishi walked halfway at 1.711.8 meters. He glanced back after listening to the movement. After a very short pause, he turned back and continued to walk. After turning his head, his eyebrows twitched, and he pursed his lips that were upturned for a short time. His expression was momentary. The evil spirit got up, and he stepped up and flew away.

Cong Liang lay on the ground with tears in his eyes, before he got up for a long time, rubbing his flattened Zaza, and looking at the doorway that Wei Zi had disappeared long ago, he was thoughtful.

"System system," Cong Liang asked in his mind, "Help me see if Wei Zishi's leg disability is just uneven in length."

The system flipped through the plot, "Not only the length, but also the thickness is a bit different." The system paused, "You just touched it for a long time, but you didn't find it?"

Cong Liang: "..." I felt my legs straight.

Congliang called someone to clean up the leftovers, and ordered Chunhua Qiuyue to bring her a pen and paper. While drawing with all her strength, she listened to the two maids describe how the little emperor was reluctant to part with her at the door this morning, and why he wanted to see her. The sky looked haggard.

Congliang was speechless when she heard it. She had heard of Oedipus' children, but this is not a modern age where children are accustomed to heaven, and the little emperor is not the biological child of the Queen Mother. The two are eighteen and sixteen. Where to start?

In the plot, the Empress Dowager never saw the emperor once in ten days and a half, and never saw anyone like this. Although the Empress Dowager helped the little emperor come to power, she was never very friendly.

The little emperor came every day. Congliang avoided trouble and didn't know how to show the coldness of the queen mother, so he never saw him, but listening to the meaning of these two maids, the emperor was already languid.

"Tomorrow, the emperor will come again, let him come in." Cong Liang took a meal, and a large drop of ink ruined the picture that had transformed her for a long time.

Putting his lower lip on his forehead, he blew a sigh of relief. Congliang threw away the failed painting, and got a new one. He dipped the ink in the ink carefully and began to write carefully.

"Qiuyue, you will go to the outside of the palace later and ask Suiyu to come back." Cong Liang said, his hands trembled, and the painting failed again.

"You two, go down," Congliang said without raising his head. "After dinner, go and carry the sixth prince."

Chunhua Qiuyue bowed her head and was about to go out, when Congliang added, "In the future, the meals of the sixth prince will be delivered here." Congliang raised his lips and smirked, "The small kitchen in the backyard is also not allowed to make pastries. "

Chunhua and Qiuyue looked at each other silently, bowed and stepped back, drawing strange shapes on the paper from the beautiful side, and sang a little song at the same time.

"The little son-in-law is sitting on the horse with a red cross, but he is a little lame on one leg. I have loved Wei Lang for a long time. He looks so good, you can see that he is still pursing his mouth, and he has two dimples when he smiles..."

The author has something to say: ︿(￣︶￣)︿Have you heard of the two-person transfer, dear friends? Hongyue'e's dream is very nice.