"Your Majesty, I am not a gossip. I hope Your Majesty will learn from this." Sima Mingyu clenched his fists, suppressed his anger, and said with a half-smile.
"Kneel down!"
After a few "bump bumps", the nobles and the young masters hurriedly knelt down. Some of them knelt down in a hurry and hit their knees. They grimaced in pain and secretly complained incessantly.
Chu Shen's eyes fell on Sima Mingyu, who was standing upright in front of them, and he was furious, "I said kneel down! Do you want to disobey my will?"
Sima Mingyu gritted his teeth and knelt down stiffly, his thin nails digging into the palm of his hand almost drawing blood.
"You can control your own mouth." Chu Shen's eyebrows were cold and he held Qin'er's hand tightly.
He only knew that these women, who were afraid of chaos in the world, almost drove away his Qin'er. How could the little guy he finally coaxed back be driven away by them?
Sima Mingyu's face stiffened.
There was a crackling sound behind her.
From master to slave, no one is spared.
"Can't you do it?" Chu Shen's cold eyes glanced at Sima Mingyu, "I can ask someone to help you, Baoyue."
"My slave is here."
"Go help her." Chu Shen sneered.
"Yes." Baoyue received the order and took a few steps forward to come to Sima Mingyu.
"How dare you." Sima Mingyu glared.
"Crack!"
"ah--"
"Pop."
Qin'er turned her head and stuck out her tongue at Sima Mingyu who was being beaten.
"I don't want to hear any disrespectful words towards the imperial concubine in the future, otherwise it won't be as simple as just slapping someone." Chu Shen hugged Qin'er and left. After walking a few steps, he stopped as if he thought of something, turned around, and looked in his eyes.
There was a cold flash of electricity, "I didn't expect that Sima Mingyu, who is always known for being generous and decent, would have such a miserable side. It really opened my eyes."
Sima Mingyu was startled, and when he raised his head, the emperor had already gone away with his arms around the imperial concubine, leaving only a pair of enviable back figures.
What does it mean? The emperor’s last words, what kind of unworthy side?
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Sima Yanlang had a dark face and walked back and forth in front of Sima Mingyu with his hands behind his back, "What's going on with you recently? Why have you done so many things that are not good for you? Rumors are spreading in the streets and alleys now, how do you think this matter can be settled?
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"Dad, this was done by someone with good intentions." Sima Mingyu moved his fingertips and tore the fan with a livid face, "Dad, how could my daughter set up a trap to frame me?"
"What I mean is that you should restrain yourself a little and stop making enemies everywhere in the palace. Some people obey you openly, but secretly play tricks on you, making it hard to guard against them." Sima Yanlang knew very well what kind of temper his daughter had.
Although his Sima family is now powerful, there are some troubles that he doesn't need to cause. It would be better not to cause them, so why bother to make himself look coquettish.
"Dad, needless to say, this must have been done by that little bitch Yin Ruqin." The first thing Sima Mingyu thought of was her, "Do you think, in such a short time, the streets and alleys will be discussing this matter?
There must be a lot of money and manpower spent on the matter. Except for Miss Xiangfu, no one else will be considered. And when it comes to courage, she is not afraid of anything!"
"Dad, I feel like something is not right with the Emperor recently."
"how."
"Dad, you don't know. The emperor personally carried little bitch Yin back to the palace and placed her directly in the Shangqing Palace."
"Your Majesty, is this really what you do?" Sima Yanlang raised his eyebrows, "This approach goes against the laws of our ancestors and is inconsistent with etiquette."
"My daughter has warned the emperor many times, but the emperor not only refused to listen, but today he ordered someone to slap my daughter for a trivial matter." She covered her face with her hands and said angrily, "This little bitch Yin has done this in less than two days since she came back.
There are many things, Dad, I will never tolerate her."
"There is no way to get rid of her." Sima Yanlang said in a deep voice, "But we can't rush this matter. You leave it to your father, and you don't have to worry about anything. You just need to be careful with your words and deeds and do your best.
As long as you are the empress, don’t give the emperor any excuse to destroy you. It seems that the emperor clearly still wants to make the daughter of the Yin family his queen."
"father."
"Leave this matter to dad." Sima Yanlang waved his hand, "Since the little emperor is so ignorant of praise, don't blame me for being rude."
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Qin'er leaned on the soft cushion, fidgeting with something in her hand, and pointed her fingertips back and forth on the five-inch screen.
The original appearance of the Jinxiu Palace appeared layer by layer on the screen. It was originally a green bracket-shaped structure. Expanded by layers of red spider web-like lines, the Jinxiu Palace was displayed on it from the inside to the outside. All the buildings within a hundred meters of the Jinxiu Palace were displayed on it.
No one or thing is left out.
Qin'er evoked a faint smile.
Looking inside the dormitory, Sima Yanlang and Sima Mingyu were talking loudly.
She knew that Sima Mingyu would definitely complain to her father if she couldn't hold it in any longer.
Pull out the earplugs and tap the left side of your face with one hand.
How does the old thief Sima plan to deal with the little emperor? What kind of rude method does he want to use? He said it so sonorously and forcefully. Could it be that he wants to threaten the little emperor with the security of the border.
If he used the same move again, how would he know if the other party was on guard?
Sima Mingyu's scoldings are really not constructive, and there are only a few scoldings.
Qin'er didn't think it was interesting, so she packed up her tools and stuffed her bag under the bed.
The emperor was dressed in plain clothes. He had just climbed out of the bath, his long hair was still wet, and he leaned towards her.
She raised her hand to block it, with a look of disgust and disgust on her face, "Don't come here if you're wet."
"Qin'er." He stretched out his arms to hug her and leaned against her, his expression indescribably lazy and fatal.
She really wanted to slap him aside, but her little hand turned into a soft caress.
She wished she could bite off her little claws.
But he was enjoying rubbing it in her hand, rubbing her face back and forth, his thin lips slightly curved, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
She hurriedly stretched out her hand to block it, "What are you doing?"
She doesn't want to be nice to him.
It was too late for her to hate him, so how could she foolishly give herself to him again?
"Don't hate me." He sighed, thinking he had guessed what she was thinking, and tightened his arms around her, "I will never lie to you again. Let's let the past go by, okay?
good."
"Let's start over." He paused and sighed sadly.
Is that okay?
Between Jiangshan and Qin'er, would he choose Qin'er?
Qin'er glanced at him in confusion and shook her head inwardly.
He stretched out his hand to lift her chin, but finally couldn't help it. Regardless of her struggle, he kissed her gently on the lips and tightened her waist in a dumb voice, "I will let you know how much I am."
I will cherish you and never hurt you again...just let time prove it all, okay?"