Murong Jing's gentleness inexplicably moved her heart.
Her eyes were red and she had the urge to cry! However, she suppressed her, really trying hard to suppress her from crying. Her mentality has changed a lot recently, as if her tear glands have become developed and she cries at any time. I want to cry when I am moved, and I want to cry when I am sad.
Even if she was sad in the past, she had to find a way to vent and would not let others see her weak side. But why did she naturally become weak in front of him? She wanted to rely on him, but she didn't want to think about anything. .Really, really, can't people be spoiled forever? A woman who is spoiled for will only become weaker and weaker, less and less, and her head becomes stupider...Woooo, but this makes Why does it feel like you are always looking for and dreaming about?
"Master, how long will you spoil me?"
"You can go as long as you want."[
"Really or not?"
"You have no jokes."
"But you often joke..."
"..." The corner of a handsome guy's mouth twitched.
It's late at night.
Chen Su'er gradually fell asleep.
Murong Jing stared at the person in his arms, feeling ache.
Touching the little face gently, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes...
Half an hour later.
Liu Xianwan.
The main dormitory of Concubine Xue was brightly lit.
Murong Jing stood in the hall coldly and frosted, looking at the woman who had greeted her not long ago with a smile, but now she changed to a woman who was kneeling on the ground with a sad face, "Xue'er, you still haven't learned your lesson. Have you seen fewer people from the past? ”
"Emperor, I slapped the queen, but I feel that I did nothing wrong..." Concubine Xue was so righteous that she wanted to refute it, but she just asked Murong Jing to stop it. At present, he was not in the mood to chat with her.
"Which hand hit the queen?"
"emperor--"
"I'm asking you which hand to hit the queen?" A cold light flashed in his cold eyes.
Concubine Xue shivered, and her heart was a little sad. The courage she had just now was a little lost, "Right, right hand."
"Come, cut off your right hand." Murong Jing ordered coldly.
"Emperor..." Concubine Xue looked shocked. How could she do this?