Madam, Her Tongue Is Like a Lotus Flower

Shen Qiran suffers from a strange disease - if he does not sincerely praise ten people in a day, he will suffer from severe pain in his heart and cough up blood. In order to survive, she had no choice but to smile at people and say good things for free. With this mouth, she, a little concubine who was not favored by the Shaoqing Palace, grew up to the age of sixteen safely. However, not everyone in this world likes to hear nice words. Xie Yi, the powerful prison chief, is known as the "cold-faced King of Hell" and hates flattering people most in his life. On the day of the palace banquet, Shen Qiran lost his footing and fell into the water. In a panic, he grabbed him as he was passing by the pool. In full public view, with their clothes soaked, the two were forced to get married. Xie Yi concluded that this woman was deeply scheming and did nothing but cling. He looked at her with cold eyes as she circled around him like a sparrow every day: "My husband is an outstanding and handsome man, unique in the capital." "My husband's swordsmanship is as good as a god, and you will forget the vulgarity when you see it!" Xie Yi closed his eyes and put his knuckles on his forehead. ——Really noisy. He waited for her to show off. But she waited until she praised everyone in the house day after day. The concierge, cook, accountant, embroiderer, and even the dog in the backyard wagged its tail three times more when seeing her. One day, Shen Qiran came over again, stared at him while drinking tea, and suddenly said: "My husband's lips are red and soft." She said this casually, as if it was a sunny day and there were birds under the eaves. As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp bird call came from outside the window. Her eyes lit up, she lifted up her skirt and ran after him. Suddenly he was the only one left in front of the case. A long time. He lowered his eyes and put down the tea cup. The fingertips lightly passed over the lower lip. ——He paused suddenly again. … * Xie Yi believed that his heart was as solid as stone and would never be moved by a few sweet words. Until that day there was a banquet at the Duke's Mansion. He took his seat as usual, but saw that she was looking at the prince of the Duke's Mansion with her eyebrows furrowed. "Your Majesty is Fengya. This jade crown really complements you. It is the crown jewel in the capital." Xie Yi's hand holding the cup paused slightly. ——These words were exactly what she said when she complimented him on his hosta three days ago. The tea cup in his hand suddenly broke. * That night, Xie Yi trapped the person on the couch, his eyes were dark and his voice was cold: "Chen Qiran, are you so affectionate towards everyone?" Chen Qiran felt a sudden pain in his heart. Oh no, there was still one person left to praise today! She spoke hurriedly: "Husband! You are handsome, graceful, majestic, wise, powerful and decisive in killing..." Xie Yi was furious and leaned over to seal the silence with a kiss: "... Shut up." ### The heroine: boasting about extending her life, a life-saving sweet-talking level 10 scholar, she is really just afraid of death Male protagonist: He is dissatisfied with his physical integrity, annoyed by compliments but afraid that she won't praise him, cold-faced, sullen and jealous. Intention: peace