The tyrant is too fierce!I'm happy with my dear concubine

Chapter 41

With a distorted smile, he asked King Qin, "Why, Your Majesty..."

Clinker King Qin clenched his fist against his lips as if he couldn't bear to look directly, and turned his head away.

There were also a few sporadic laughs in the hall.

"presumptuous!"

King Qin can't do anything about it, but how dare a few little palace people make fun of her?
Concubine Rong thought to herself that as expected, she was too kind to these palace people, making them feel inferior.

Chu Zhiyu on the top of the hall looked at Concubine Rong, who was wearing a pig's head and her face was gone, still ignorant, and smiled happily.

The little fox crawled comfortably on the roof of the temple, watching the show with its big teeth bared.

Concubine Rong held back her anger and warned herself not to be presumptuous in front of King Qin, so as not to offend this uncertain master.

"I've lost my manners in front of the imperial court, don't roll down to receive the punishment!"

Her face was already swollen like a pig's head, and now she was talking with a frown, her eyebrows raised, her two small eyes squeezed together, and the flesh on her cheeks swayed as she spoke.

King Qin closed his eyes in pain, covered his chest and coughed lightly.

Sanshui suppressed a smile and lowered his head.

"Go back to the palace."

"Yes, get up and drive back to the palace!" Sanshui rushed forward to help the sick and weak King Qin.

"Your Majesty, be careful, don't look too much, so as not to be frightened and hurt your nerves, this servant will ask the priest to come over and calm you down."

Sanshui's attitude is impressively treating a jade doll.

The grand maid Amu recovered from the shock, she tried her best to signal to Concubine Rong, but Concubine Rong felt even more irritable seeing her winking.

Seeing that King Qin is about to leave, the most urgent task is to keep King Qin.

Leaving aside the news that King Qin left her halfway to make the palace a joke, it means that her goal has not been achieved yet.

"His Majesty--"

She tried her best to calm down and wanted to keep King Qin, and called out affectionately.

King Qin paused.

Concubine Rong was overjoyed, and the smile that hadn't been raised in the next second froze on her face.

"Concubine Rong's appearance is terrible, she lost her manners in front of the imperial court, hurt my eyes, and ordered to guard the pigsty, and return to the palace when she recovers."

King Qin dropped his words, and the hall suddenly fell into an embarrassing and strange silence.

The little fox on the top of the hall tilted his head, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

Obviously, other people in the hall were as suspicious as Chu Zhiyu.

Everyone watched King Qin leave blankly.

Or it could be said that Sanshui is worthy of being the first-class chief executive in the imperial court, and his mentality is not comparable to that of ordinary people. At this time, he can still steadily support King Qin to leave and order people to prepare the dragon chariot.

"Bengong, did I hear wrongly?"

"What circle?"

"Which circle is guarding?"

"Pig what?"

Four consecutive questions are not enough to describe Concubine Rong's expression at the moment.

Chu Zhiyu looked down at her sympathetically.

Maid Amu carefully brought a glass of water, Concubine Rong was so depressed that she couldn't drink tea and was about to scold her.

I saw my own reflection in the water—

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

"monster--"

"Hiss—" Chu Zhiyu gasped.

The little fox frowned, her keen hearing almost made her deaf.

"The roof of the palace was almost torn off by Concubine Rong."

Chu Zhiyu, who was in a happy mood, jumped off the palace and ran happily on the palace wall.

Run happily under the moonlight.

Then he jumped and fell into a cool embrace.

The man let out a muffled grunt. With a gloomy face, he covered his chest with one hand and hunched over coughing, while picking up the little fox that fell from the sky with the other.

"court death?"

He pinched the little fox's neck.

Hao Xuan just didn't get hit by this indifferent little fox.

"His Majesty!"

The surrounding guards and eunuchs were all on alert, the dragon chariot stopped, and Sanshui leaned over nervously.

Qin Sheng tried hard to calm his breathing, and he smiled, colder than the moonlight, more biting than the night wind.

"If this is a hidden weapon thrown by an assassin, I'm already completely cold right now."

(End of this chapter)