At this moment, there was only a rush of horse hooves heard on the road. Fang Fei frowned, this is the main hall, who is so arrogant and dares to ride a horse here?
She turned around, only to see Luo Jia galloping on his horse, rushing from the track in the distance like a gust of wind. The palace people were so frightened that they ran around for fear of being kicked by the horse, but Luo Jia did not dare to ignore it and almost rushed to the door before reining in.
The horse jumped down. Fortunately, his riding skills were exquisite and his control was precise, so no one was hurt.
At this time, both he and the horse were so tired that they were sweating profusely, especially that horse. She discovered that it was actually hers, the good horse that His Majesty had ridden for her in Beiwudang. When she returned to the Imperial Garden, she
He rarely rides a horse anymore. Why is Your Majesty riding his own horse at this time? Could it be that he has lost his mind and wants to take the horse back?
She thought, what is your Majesty doing? A horse show?
But performing in a deep palace is too much, right?
Luo Jia saw Fang Fei standing at the door at a glance, and shouted angrily: "Fang Fei, where did you run to?"
Seeing him so angry, Fang Fei was shocked, what had happened to her? Wasn't she just standing here peacefully?
"Your Majesty? What happened?"
Luojia had already strode over. He was sweating profusely. He grabbed her and walked into the house.
"Step back, all of you, step back."
He was so angry that he couldn't help but break up. He dragged her by the arm and walked away without saying a word.
"His Majesty?"
He didn't answer at all, dragging her into the bedroom and slamming the door with his own hands.
The palace maids and eunuchs outside were so frightened that they didn't dare to do anything, so they all retreated.
Fang Fei was frightened. Looking at the closed door, her arm was still being pulled by His Majesty. It was so painful that she struggled: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"
Luo Jia grabbed her tightly like a chicken, still panting. With his other hand, he grabbed a cup of cold tea on the table and drank it. But he still couldn't relieve his anger.
"Your Majesty, please let me go..."
He still held on tightly and said angrily: "Where did you run to?"