Rubbing the center of his eyebrows, Gu Tingfang said: "You said that the Prime Minister failed to kill you?"
She nodded, "I was resting in the mansion when the Prime Minister came in with his sword and stabbed me without any explanation."
Seeing her full of grievances and nowhere to talk, Gu Tingfang raised an eyebrow and said, "Why did the Prime Minister kill you? Did you hurt Shen Jinzhao again?"
"..." Hearing this, Yin Luzhu choked.
"I am not the kind of person who makes trouble. I don't know if the Prime Minister thinks that he is deeply favored by the emperor, so he regards human life as nothing. No matter what I say, I am also the right minister of the Ministry of Punishment and the heir apparent of the Prince of Chu Xiang. It is inevitable for the Prime Minister to be like this. It’s so arrogant.”
"I have always been humble, respectful to my superiors, and tolerant to my subordinates. I don't know how I managed to make the Prime Minister dislike me."
As she said that, she lowered her eyes and sighed in embarrassment, "Maybe I am too good and have attracted jealousy."
"..." Looking at her serious and sincere look, Gu Tingfang's eyebrows suddenly jumped a few times.
This man is so shameless that even dogs are afraid of him.
For a moment, no one spoke. Yin Luzhu knelt on the ground obediently, letting Gu Tingfang's appraising eyes fall on her.
But she had a magnanimous look on her face and thought to herself: Huh, hurting yourself with your humbleness is not as good as hurting others with your common faith.
Gu Tingfang: "..."
This person!
"Now that I know about this, please step aside."
For a moment, Yin Luzhu almost suspected that he was hallucinating.
She raised her head in disbelief, looked at Gu Tingfang in astonishment, blinked her eyes, and said, "That's it?"
"Back off."
"Yes!"
In response, she strode out of Zhaode Hall with a fierce look on her face.
Seeing her coming out, Qing Luo and Chang Yu came up to greet her, "How about it, what do you think your Majesty will do with the Prime Minister?"
"Alas!" Yin Luzhu sighed, looking up at a blue bird flying overhead, "I'm not welcome after all."
Qingluo: "..."
Chang Eucalyptus: "..."
As soon as the two of them saw her like this, they knew that they had hit a wall, so they knew each other and said nothing.
……
The scorching sun was high, and a carriage was walking slowly on the street. It dropped to a carving in front of the door, and the golden light stung the eyes.
The surroundings of the carriage are full of elegance under the sunlight, which perfectly complements the golden sunshine. The rumble of the carriage slides through the crystal like rain, reflecting the scorching sun and the ticking wheels.
Yin Luzhu lay lazily in the car, as if he had never noticed his shoulders.
Qingluo looked at it for a while, then sighed and said, "Your Majesty, I'll help you take care of your wounds first."
She shook her head, "No need, you can't die."
Qingluo was slightly stunned.
In the past, the prince was most afraid of pain. He would cry out in pain for a long time even if he was slightly bumped. How come now, when his skin is pierced by a sharp sword, leaving a wound, his expression does not change.
Qing Luo looked at her doubtfully, hesitated for a moment, and then asked in a low voice.
"Didn't the master like Xiangguo very much in the past?"
Yin Luzhu's eyes flickered slightly, "It's just for fun, why should we take it seriously? Besides, I didn't get to play with him."
Qingluo: "..."
At this moment, the carriage suddenly shook, and then there was a loud noise inside the carriage.
"What the hell! My young master is able to like you because you are lucky to have cultivated in eight lifetimes. How dare you run away?"
"I, I, I am already married. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"