Tyrant Be Good, I'll Love You

"Mm …" Qi Mujing replied with a soft voice. He raised his pair of dark eyes and stared at her lips.

Suddenly, he kissed her on the lips.

Shen Zhi Qiao held onto his neck tightly, her heart racing.

"Mhmm …" Shen Zhiqiao furrowed his brows in pain, feeling his heart beating uncontrollably for her sake.

A cold feeling came from his chest, making his crumbling mind think of a moment of salvation.

Shen Zhi Qiao opened her hazy eyes. There was a trace of displeasure in her expression, but also a trace of flirtatiousness.

Qi Mujing couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then hurriedly opened his eyes. He lifted her body and placed her on a stool next to him, while standing up himself, he quickly walked out of the room, "Zhi'er, Qi Feng and I have something to discuss with you tonight. You should rest early, there's no need … "Wait for me!"

Shen Zhi Qiao was stunned by his actions, blankly sitting on the stool. After a while, she blinked away the blurry water at the corner of her eyes.

He then picked up the bowl with his chopsticks and began to eat.

As he ate, he sighed, "Jing isn't lucky enough to eat such delicious food. "Hmph, after this village, there will be no more shops like this." She vowed never to go into the kitchen again!

"Nan Yue, Yue'er, Xiao Yue, are you certain that you were not intentionally lost by the Lord Censor's lost daughter?!" Shen Zhiqiao, who was dressed in men's clothes, angrily stepped on the chair with one leg. His hands gripped onto Nan Yue's shoulders as he found it hard to believe what he had just heard.

The corner of Nan Yue's mouth twitched, and she opened her hand, "You hope that I was abandoned?!"

Shen Zhi Qiao was stunned for a moment, "No, didn't you just acknowledge me as your master?" He put down his legs and dragged a chair to sit in front of her, "You can count for yourself, how many days has it been? It hasn't even been half a month, right? I let you marry the God, God, God, and God, God, what kind of bullshit King is this?! "

"It's not about forcing me to marry, it's about the imperial edict. It's about marriage!" Nan Yue played around with a pair of cups.

"…" It was another crappy imperial decree. Tsk, that little emperor has nothing to do after all, right?!

"But it might not be a bad thing." The corners of Nan Yue's lips curled up. "The person I want to marry is a noble prince. If I marry her, I'll become a princess." He slanted his eyes and looked at Shen Zhiqiao, "With my status, being able to get married is already not bad, not to mention that the other party is a prince. What else do I have? They... Good for me... Very good! "

"You …" Shen ZhiQiao wanted to reprimand her for her self-slander, but her pretty eyes were full of mockery. She stopped herself in her tracks.

However, she knew that in her heart, she had always wanted to have a home, a place where she could truly live in peace.

It wasn't easy for his family to find him, and his parents and brothers were all illustrious and influential people in the Eastern Tomb City. While she cherished her hard-earned affection, she was also worried that her identity would lead to an attack on the Nan Family from someone who talked too much about it.

And she had always been worried about her identity because she had risked her life to open a male brothel in the imperial city, which was the male prison in the East Tomb City.

She knew Nan Yue and it was a 'pure coincidence'. When she heard that there was such a place, she was curious and secretly went to it once to hide it from Ah Jing. The result was … It was extremely tragic!

Nan Yue's character was rather heroic, and her playstyle was unlike other girls who followed the rules and regulations, giving her a modern mannerism.

The two of them could be said to be friends at first sight.

"Right, have you seen the little Emperor last time?" Nan Yue raised an eyebrow and teased, "Or were you not even a match for the Marquis and were locked inside his house?!"