He looked back at Murong Jing in embarrassment, he was at his wits' end!
Murong Jing raised his cold eyebrows lightly, half-leaning against the tree indifferently, his eyes swept over the small pile of rocks at his feet, and said, "Use this."
Chen Shou was stunned, stone? Are you going to hit her awake? He hesitated, was this move too rough? Besides, the other party was also a delicate girl. But he, a minister, would not dare to give the emperor an idea.
Do you want to do it? Don’t dare. Then just do it, it’s hard to disobey the emperor’s order...
So the next moment, a strange scene appeared in front of me: a tall and straight man squatted on the grass, picked up small stones and threw them gently on a little girl, and whispered awkwardly: "Girl,...
Wake up... wake up..." His face turned red, and he couldn't be more embarrassed. If it hadn't been for the emperor's order, he would not have done such a "shameful" thing even if he was beaten to death.
The corners of Murong Jing's beautiful mouth twitched. I never knew that the serious and rigid commander of the imperial army could actually play with treasures?! Smashing and throwing are completely different things. Also, if you pick a pebble as big as a bean, it won't hurt or itch even if you smash it.
Not to mention throwing it away gently. No wonder the woman in the grass didn't react at all.[
"Back off." Murong Jing decided to do it by himself. There were some things he must ask clearly today. So he took Chen Shou's sword and was about to take a few steps closer, but was quickly stopped by Chen Shou, who looked solemn.
Come down and stand between him and the woman.
Chen Shou shook his head at Murong Jing, raised his hands and begged, "Please let me try again." Although the girl didn't look suspicious for the time being, a single girl lying here sleeping in such a desolate place was supposed to be
Something to be wary of.
Any possibility of danger cannot be borne by the emperor.
Murong Jing shouted softly: "Back off."
"Emperor——" Chen Shou saw Murong Jing's eyes turned cold and immediately shut up, lowered his head and respectfully stepped aside. He understood that once the Emperor decided to do something, no one could change it.
Murong Jing held his sword and stepped lightly on the green grass, approaching the person in the grass with graceful steps.