Chapter 84: Tangled! Is the emperor inferior to a slave? 5
At this time, Shen Su'er remembered what Chu Xue had said mysteriously before leaving, saying that Chaofeng Palace was expected to be very lively, so that she could be mentally prepared. It turned out that the guy had expected this situation early in the morning and had known about it. The concubine would use her as a show when she had nothing to do. She would put on a show in front of a group of boring women.
"Sure enough, she is a human spirit in the palace..." Shen Su'er rolled her eyes again. She said this to Murong Chuxue. I don't know whether it was a compliment or a derogation.
After a while, it seemed to become quiet outside the courtyard.
She thought it was probably Xiaorong who had spread the word and was collecting gifts.
Soon, she heard footsteps and asked with a smile: "Have all the beauties gone? How many gifts are there? Haha, if this happens every day, it doesn't matter if I get sick every day." [
"Really? The queen seems to be enjoying it." Murong Jing's tone was cold, but there was a hint of evil inexplicably.
When Shen Su'er heard that the person who came was actually Murong Jing, her whole heart jumped out of her chest. She looked again and saw that the curtain was blocking it, so he didn't see the gaffe just now. Soon, her eyes returned to their natural state, and they were powerless. Just continue to lie down.
Murong Jingren was already standing in front of the curtain, but he was not in a hurry to lift it up. Without waiting for her reply, there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, "Queen, you knew it was me, why didn't you speak? Am I not worthy?"
He paused for a moment, as if suppressing something, and then said: "In your eyes, am I not even comparable to the servants of Chaofeng Palace?" His slightly floating eyes were unprecedented.
"..."
After a while, he remained silent, his clenched fists betraying the excitement in his heart. Jealousy suddenly gave rise to resentment. His tone changed, and he said: "Answer me! Are you forcing me to kill them all?! What I can’t get, no one else can even think about it——”
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" The soft and melodious voice spoke directly into people's hearts.
The curtain was slowly opened by a delicate hand.
In the hibiscus tent, a delicate and carefree person is half-leaning on the bed, with black hair scattered like flowing clouds, slightly exposed shoulders, silk-like eyebrows and eyes, as holy and soft as the moonlight, looking directly into Murong Jing's eyes with worry.
Murong Jing was startled and stared at her blankly, lost in thought...
Suddenly, he turned around slightly stiffly and walked away quickly as if running away.