If you travel through time or have to be killed by the Yuan army?

Zhao Dongting's heart was filled with countless grass and mud horses, and asked Ying Er, "Well, is this... Is it the Benzhou Island?"

Ying Er knelt on the ground and nodded slightly, "The Emperor said exactly."

"It's over...it's over..." Zhao Dongting felt extremely bitter. He originally hoped that he could live a comfortable life in time traveling to become an emperor, but now it seems that he has jumped for a few days.

Today, the Southern Song Dynasty is at its end of its journey.

Seeing that the emperor had not spoken for a long time, Ying Er asked worriedly: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Dongting came back to his senses and looked at Ying Er's fascinating face, his eyes lit up.

Since I have traveled through time, I can't do it in vain.

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He waved his hand and said, "Go and close the door."

The eunuchs who fled out in a hurry before have not dared to come back yet.

Ying Er was puzzled, but she still took a small step to cover the door.

She is really well-behaved.

When she returned to the bed, Zhao Dongting patted the empty bed beside her and said, "Lying up, serve me...I'll rest."

"yes!"

Ying'er responded softly, slowly stepped back from the Luoshang, and lay down next to Zhao Dongting, wrapping her body with a little shyly.

Zhao Dongting looked at Ying Er and couldn't help scratching his eyebrows, "Is it a bit too much for me to do this?"

"Don't worry! I can't travel through this trip in vain anyway."

After fierce ideological struggle, his hand slowly groped between Ying Er's waist and abdomen.

Meet.

The warm and soft touch only made Zhao Dongting feel a strong sense of guilt, but at the same time, he felt extremely stimulating.

Ying Er looks like she is eighteen or nineteen years old, she is no longer a child. She is a bed-warming maid. It’s nothing wrong with her doing this, right?

"Emperor..." Ying Er's face was flushed, and even her voice began to tremble. Her long eyelashes flashed, and her nervous look was extremely charming.

Zhao Dongting remained silent and slowly groped upwards with his right hand.

Ying'er's body gradually arched, and her charming face was buried in the quilt because of her shyness.

"Your Majesty, you...you are still young..." A gentle, muffled voice came from the quilt.

These words were like a basin of cold water pouring on Zhao Dongting's forehead.

I! I am possessed by an eleven-year-old little brat! He remembered this again.

He hurriedly retracted his hand that was terrifying on Ying'er and gently slapped himself, "Old Zhao, Lao Zhao, your mother is simply a demon of lust..." "Ahem!"

After deliberately coughing twice, Zhao Dongting tried his best to pretend to be serious, "I, I just want to see if you have the heart to serve me. Then what, you, wait by the side first!"

When Ying'er heard this, she came out of the quilt shyly and put on her clothes, "When the emperor is older, Ying'er will serve the emperor again."

Zhao Dongting looked at her cute look that she wanted to speak but stopped, and her heart couldn't help but feel evil again.

Ying Er is really well-behaved and full of classical beauty.

He had never met such a gentle woman in his previous life.

No, I can't let the Southern Song Dynasty perish like this! Zhao Dongting thought hard in his heart.
Chapter completed!