Chapter 1645 The Little Palace Maid of the Mentally Retarded Prince (131)

Ning Jiumo looked at her pink and tender face, and couldn't help lowering her head and kissing her.

Bai Weiwei grabbed the palm fan in his hand and hit him on the head with a snap.

"Enough is enough, leaving such a broken place is for this purpose, drag me here from time to time to recall the past."

As a king, don't do business.

Mind is spent here.

Ning Jiumo picked up the warm meal and said with a smile, "I'm not here to relive our beautiful past?"

Bai Weiwei: "Where's the beauty? A leaky roof, or a dilapidated bed?"

Ning Jiumo pulled her up and carried her into his arms.

He put his hands around her waist, "As long as I come here, I will remember those memories of acquaintance with Awei."

Bai Weiwei: "I also remember your memory of rolling on the ground mentally back then."

Ning Jiumo: "..."

Bai Weiwei: "And the beautiful past of walking upside down with disheveled hair."

Ning Jiumo: "..."

Bai Weiwei: "When I saw the mouse, I was scared and huddled in the corner, crying and crying. It's a beautiful picture that I'm so scared of."

Ning Jiumo: "..."

Suddenly, I don't want to recall the past.

It's all about his dark history.

When Bai Weiwei was still recalling the "beautiful" past.

Ning Jiumo immediately reached out and picked her up, easily pressing her on the old creaking bed.

He bowed his head, breathing on her lips.

The voice was hoarse and charming.

"I also think of the good memories of Ah Wei lying under me, breathing softly."

Bai Weiwei's body stiffened, and she reached out to push him.

Weak fingers.

Because the high-level subsistence allowance and the power are not known for some reason, they conflicted.

So after she was brought back to life, her power disappeared.

Now she can't beat Ning Jiomo who has been training herself.

Ning Jiumo is now fighting against several imperial guards, and he can win.

It was easier to subdue her.

Her soft strength could not cause any obstacle to him at all.

Ning Jiumo looked at her deeply, lowered her head and kissed her.

Bai Weiwei complained softly, "Enough is enough, Ning Jiumo."

Ning Jiimo responded lightly, "Oh."

Then he tightly clasped her fingers to prevent her from running away.

Her long hair spread out, and the begonia flower on his hairpin fell to the ground.

The small stove in the corner was burning warmly.

Ning Jiumo felt that he would come here from time to time to relive their beautiful past.

It's beautiful and delicious.

The mentally retarded emperor's dividing line between two and three things.

"Your Majesty, the Empress has no children, so she should be drafted and add new people to the harem."

A newly-arrived minister spoke righteously.

Ning Jiumo was dealing with government affairs and was too lazy to deal with it, "Don't talk if you have nothing to do, go on."

The minister felt that his loyalty had nowhere to go.

He knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, how can an emperor have no heirs, who will he entrust to him in a hundred years' time? Succession without heirs will definitely be bloody and bloody, and life will be ruined."

The other ministers looked at the new minister.

The person who was just transferred from a foreign country is not clear.

Then all the ministers silently took a few steps back and stayed away from this guy.

Ning Jiumo was finally tired of being talked about.

He raised his eyelids indifferently, and the cold light circulated in it.

"What will happen to life after I die? What does the bloody storm have to do with me? Wasn't I working hard enough when I was in power, and even after I die?"

The minister looked up blankly and looked at Ning Jiumo incomprehensibly.

When he was abroad, he heard the praises of the people everywhere.