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263 Chinese
Execution Time: 0.394447 seconds
ICP Registration Number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Wangcheng (Xiang) No. 11 Internet Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen (2010) No. 129
The king was terrified. He couldn't believe it.
He originally wanted to let it go, but in an instant, he had no choice. He looked at the guard with a serious expression and said angrily, "I want to go in."
"Sorry, the queen's order …"
"I am the king. I want to go in and visit my wife." The king suppressed the anger in his heart and said.
However, the guard pretended not to hear him and continued to repeat, "I'm sorry, the Empress said …"
"I am the king. I am the ruler of this country. How dare you not listen to me." In the past, when the King saw how loyal his guards were to Margret, he felt proud of them. But now, he was filled with irritation.
It was true that his guards should respect the Queen, but the prerequisite was that they had to give the same respect to him as the King. Right now, they only knew how to respect Margret and were loyal to her, but they had forgotten that he was the King and the ruler of this country. He would never be willing to put the cart before the horse in such a situation.
However, after the king finished speaking, although there was a moment of emotion in the eyes of the guards, they still said firmly in the blink of an eye, "Sorry, the queen …"
Listening to the guard's repeated words, the king's brain was about to explode.
Even when he was defeated, the king was not so irritable. This time, he was like a barrel of explosives, about to explode at the slightest touch.
Without waiting for the guard to finish, Hans quickly appeared. He raised his head and exchanged glances with the guard. The guard, who was still insisting, changed his tone instantly. "Your Majesty, I would like to express my sincerest apologies for my rudeness. Please come in."
The king looked at Hans with some doubt, but still followed behind the guard and walked in.
As soon as he pushed open the palace door, he heard a woman's sweet moan. The king couldn't be more familiar with that voice. Countless nights, he had been as reckless as a little boy because of Margaret's beautiful voice. But now …
He was here, so who was the one who made Marguerite sing so beautifully?
Realizing that the top of his head was already covered with grass, the king pulled out his sword and strode inside.
As the king went deeper, the moans became more and more coquettish and high-pitched. There was even a hint of satisfaction after a high C.
After the last climax, Margaret licked the corner of her lips in satisfaction. She looked at the male pet who had a satisfied expression on his face and placed his head on her chest and chuckled.
Her voice was hoarse and coquettish after the climax. "Do you like me?"
As soon as Margaret spoke, the male pet immediately replied, "Yes, yes. I like you the most, the queen."
"Then are you willing to die for me?" The Empress' voice was low and full of charm and suggestiveness. When she spoke of death, her voice became very, very soft, as if she was singing in a low voice between lovers.
In order to express his loyalty, the male pet immediately nodded. "I'm willing. I'm willing to die for Your Majesty."
"Is that so?" Margaret pushed the male pet away from her chest and put on the gauze dress that was placed at the side. She raised her eyebrows and asked.
The gauze dress was a seductive red, and the material was very light. It outlined Margaret's lithe figure even more vividly.
The male pet, who had just had his first taste, had never seen such a scene before. He immediately raised the national flag and hurriedly climbed out of bed to hug Margaret and kiss her neck.
The stubble on the little boy toy's chin made her feel a little numb, and Margaret couldn't help but chuckle.
Her laughter was as crisp and pleasant as a silver bell, and the male pet's heart almost melted.
Every word of the conversation between the male pet and Margaret stopped in his ears. These were all words that Margaret had said to him in the past. But now, the person speaking was still the same person, but he was listening to another person.
The king's heart was unbearably sour, and half of his eyes instantly turned red. He really did like Margaret, but now, he hated himself for coming here with Jiujiu and the other two.
The King was immersed in his own world because of his sorrow. His breathing became heavy unconsciously. The Queen, who was still immersed in her passion, suddenly became alert. She pushed the little boy away and said sternly, "Who is it?"
Along with this voice came a sharp dagger.
If Hans hadn't arrived in time, the king would've definitely died on the spot.
Looking at the dagger embedded in the pillar, the king almost didn't dare to believe his eyes. Was this really his weak and innocent wife, Margaret?
Sensing that there was more than one person in the palace, Margaret threw the male pet to the ground, wrapped herself in a coat, and walked out.
When she saw the king, Snow White, Jiujiu, and Hans looking at her with disdain, an expression of realization appeared on her face. In particular, she looked at Jiujiu and said, "So it's you."
After saying this, she shifted her gaze to Hans and revealed a meaningful smile, "It was that traitor, Andre, who told you about me, right?"
Without any doubts or probing, she directly told them that she already knew about Andre. It was clear that Andre wasn't lying.
Snow White coldly snorted with a look of disdain, "If you're good, even if he badmouths you, it's useless."
"That's true, but it doesn't matter." Margaret coldly smiled, looking at the three of them with a cold and emotionless gaze, as if she was looking at three dead people, "Since you're going to die anyway, it doesn't matter if you know."
"What did you say?" The king couldn't accept it.
He just found out that his queen had betrayed him, and now his queen wanted to kill him. No matter what, no one would be able to accept such a blow.
"I said, since you're going to die anyway, it doesn't matter if you know." After saying this, Margaret looked at the king affectionately, "You're my husband, a night together as husband and wife means a hundred nights of devotion. I'll definitely let you die without any pain."
The king's face instantly turned green, "…"
After saying this to the king, Margaret looked at Snow White and Jiujiu, "As for you two bitches, I'll let you know what hell is. As for you …"
Margaret looked at Hans with an admiring gaze, not hiding her fondness for Hans in the slightest. Her voice was very low as she said, "As long as you're willing to be my boy toy, I'll let you go. I can even give you supreme rights."
It was obvious that she wanted to give the throne to Hans.
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