Tyrant Be Good, I'll Love You

Shen Zhi Qiao said, "You're still talking about it. You didn't even give me a map the last time you said it. I went there, but I didn't see it."

F * ck, is she that weak? He was even locked in the house of the Marquis … Was he looking down on her?!

"Be contented." Nan Yue knocked on her forehead, gritting her teeth. "I nearly died in the hunting grounds because of your curiosity."

"Ah …" Shen Zhi Qiao rubbed his forehead and glared at her, "You're exaggerating!"

Nan Yue raised her hand to pat her again.

"Alright, alright, then tell me, why didn't he die?!" A wise man knows his place. She didn't want to be grabbed and questioned by Ah Jing when she returned at night because of the red mark on her forehead.

Tsk, if he hadn't been so busy these past few days, she really wouldn't have had the time to slip out of America.

Nan Yue snorted, "You didn't know that the incident at the hunting ground was so sensational. Did you say that you would bring a head with you?!"

"Stop!" Shen Zhi Qiao stretched out his hand to interrupt her, "One yard for one yard. You don't have to use such a personal attack, okay?!"

Nan Yue was amused by her behavior, and said, "Look at you, no wonder you were eaten up by your master."

"…" What happened to the attack?!

Shen Zhi Qiao covered her face. Everyone was afraid of each other, she was afraid of her husband! He was going to defy the heavens!

"Haha …" Flawless! " Nan Yue was in a great mood, and she knew that it was enough, but not enough.

"A few days before the Winter Hunt, I don't know if it was my father's or the emperor's, but he allowed me to enter the hunting grounds …" This is why I know a few areas of the hunting grounds, as well as the specific divisions. That day, the person who was left with me in the carriage was my future husband, King Tuoba Rui. " Nan Yue paused for a moment. It was as if she was recalling the events of that day. However, when she mentioned the King, her face turned red.

Looking at the person who was listening attentively, Nan Yue explained in detail, "I was assigned to hunt in the east district along with my elder brother Nan Jue and the little emperor …"

After returning to the house from the men's prison, Shen Zhiqiao didn't immediately return to the scenery courtyard. Instead, he leisurely strolled over to Uncle Tie's residence.

When he pushed open the door, it was empty. Uncle Tie was not there.

She was in no hurry to leave. She dragged a stool to sit at the table and took out from her bosom the few good things she had found in Jinlan Pavilion: a thin mask as thin as a cicada's wing; two bags of powder; a set of tools; and a set of knives.

He took off the brocade handkerchief from his waist and laid it on the table. Then, he gently placed the noodles on top of it and placed his two small hands on the table.

"Mm …"

Shen Zhi Qiao's eyebrows twitched. She raised her head slightly to look at the door that she had closed tightly. Shaking her head, she picked up the painting and prepared to open it.

"Cough …"

Shen Zhi Qiao's hands trembled. She carefully looked to her left and right. There was nothing out of the ordinary. She felt a bit scared and swallowed her saliva.

She didn't think much of it in the past. Today, when she came to the courtyard by herself, she suddenly felt that the courtyard was abnormally cold. It made her feel as if someone was poking at her spine, making her feel cold.

"Puff …"

"Ah …" Shen Zhi Qiao was so frightened that she knocked over the painting tools in her hands. She didn't care about the messy table that she put down and ran out. Before she could even reach the door, someone grabbed her shoulder.

"Madam, it's me, Uncle Tie!"

Uncle Tie?!

"Uncle Tie, you, this room of yours is haunted …" Shen Zhi Qiao said, and quickly went behind Uncle Tie, his voice trembling.

Ghost?!

Uncle Tie frowned, confused. He wanted to pull her out and ask her for an explanation, but she was so frightened that she shrank backwards, unsure of whether to laugh or cry.

Ye Zichen swept his gaze across every corner of the room. There wasn't anything wrong with it.

Moreover, he didn't think that anyone would dare to put on a show in the marquis' residence … Raising his brows, he suddenly took large strides towards the entrance of the tent, his pupils contracting as he lifted the curtain.

He quickly turned around, took the acupuncture needle from the coffin on the side wall, and ran into the tent.

Shen Zhi Qiao was startled by his hurried actions and followed him with small steps.

When she saw what was happening inside the curtain, she held her breath.

It was already evening by the time he returned to the Scenic Spot, and dinner was already prepared on the elm table in the wing.

Shen Zhiqiao looked at the delicacies on the table. They were all things she loved to eat.

She pursed her lips and placed both hands behind her back. She bent down slightly and sniffed the fragrance of the dish. Yes, the dish was still her favorite dish. It was just that the fragrance was a little different from before.

Suddenly, a wave of warmth snuck up on his back. Shen Zhiqiao pursed his lips and smiled, taking advantage of the opportunity to lean towards him.

"He knows his place." A clear and serene voice resounded in her ears.

Shen Zhi Qiao was startled. He looked down and saw that he was still wearing the same clothes as when he left the mansion. He was regretful.

Gently biting her lips, she suddenly turned around and put her arm around his waist, burying her head into his chest, "Jing, what have you been busy with these past few days? "It's hard to see you every day when you leave early and come home late …"

"Yeah, keep lying to me." Qi Mujing reached out to touch her head, then brushed the hair at her ear, then hooked up her small lower jaw and looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

Shen Zhi Qiao's face was flushed red, her large eyes shyly avoiding his gaze. She pouted and said, feeling wronged, "When did I ever lie to you? Think about it, aside from accompanying me at dinner time for a few days, when have I seen you …"