Proud Concubine Difficult to Train: My Palace Comes from Modern Times

---Colorful and beautiful, beautiful women in Shiting embrace each other quietly! ---

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Su Gu Leng may be a majestic and wise ruler, but he is also a dangerous overlord. When he ascended the throne in the early days, he was no stranger to the hands he used. He used to use his hands to get everything, whether it was How despicable the technique is, as long as it allows him to achieve his goal, he will do it, and he can even kill people without blinking an eye.

Therefore, in his eyes, there is always nothing he can't get, only what he doesn't want. This kind of person is like a lazy snow leopard, which makes people unpredictable. When he attacks, he is beyond ordinary people. As expected, it was impossible to guard against.

However, Su Shajue is completely different from him. Ten years ago he may have been cruel, but he was more important than the word 'righteousness'.Since he was put on the right foot, in order not to let Su Gu Leng think that he was too far beyond his authority.

As for the affairs of court power, he has always behaved quietly and quietly, giving people the image of being cold, aloof and arrogant, but he is much more open and aboveboard than him. Wife, but compared to Su Gu being cold, he felt more at ease.

Now that Su Shajue has disappeared for no reason, he hasn't found out whether this matter is related to him, but he sent himself to Youzhou inexplicably at this time, which is tantamount to letting Jun Ziyan face him alone, so how can he feel at ease.

Seeing him like this, Jun Ziyan just smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will take good care of myself, I just want to confirm one thing here, you don't need to be so worried, don't forget, I am Jun Ziyan , not Gu Xiyan."

Su Gu Leng said that as soon as her injury heals, he will arrange for her to die, no matter what his intentions are, she cannot leave the palace at present.

"Confirm?" Wanyan Che's sharp eyes lit up and he was startled, and asked in a subdued voice: "You, do you know something? I warn you, no matter what you suspect, you are not allowed to do anything wrong." Could it be that she was also suspicious of Su Gu? cold?

His words were ignored by the gentleman's words, his eyes were distant and cold, he didn't answer his question, but said indifferently: "In short, I must stay in the palace." His eyes were firm and unwavering.

Hearing this, Wanyan Chejunjun's face froze for a moment, and he felt all kinds of emotions in his heart. He stared at her side face in a daze, with nails digging into his skin, his heart agitated like a knife.

After a while of silence, Jun Ziyan, who was facing away from him, took out the letter from his sleeve, handed it to Wanyan Che, and said, "I wrote this to Xuan Han, please hand it to him for me." Tell him there is no need to worry. .

Looking past the letter, Wanyan Che met her clear spring eyes, his eyes were burning, and his warm hand was on her delicate, white and jade-like catkins, and his thin lips smiled: "Yan'er, don't worry, no matter what I will protect you in time, no matter what happens, I will not let you get half hurt, I will protect you well until the day I hand you over to Shajue." The voice was hoarse and low, laughing Sad and sour.

Gently, he took Jun Ziyan's slender body into his arms, not daring to hold him tightly, but reluctant to let go.

As early as when she jumped into the cold pond, he decided to give her a lifetime of happiness. Even if this happiness was not something he could afford, he was willing to do so without complaint or regret, because it was what he owed her. .

The colorful beauty competes for beauty, and the beauties in the stone pavilion embrace each other quietly!

The autumn wind swept away and stroked the black and black silk of the two of them. The flying hair was instantly knotted and then separated suddenly, like an invisible bond that followed like a shadow.

This time, Jun Ziyan didn't push him away, and after a moment of stunnedness, he buried him meekly in his arms.

With a smile on her mouth, she felt for the first time that this man, whom she had always looked down upon, had such a broad and warm heart, which made her a little addicted for a while.

It has nothing to do with love, the faint warmth is like tea leaves being boiled by boiling water, they first repel each other, then blend together, and finally overflow with a mellow tea fragrance.

And she is the unsoaked tea leaves, Wanyan Che is the boiling water, and Su Shajue is the celadon cup that holds the tea silently, so it is indispensable.

It was the first time that she was so calm about his touch when she was so awake, Wanyan Che smiled contentedly, her eagle eyes were flushed, and the mist was suppressed, and she kissed her on the top of the forehead, that was enough.

She said that every time she was in danger, it was Su Shajue who appeared, not him.

This time, no matter what time he will be there when she needs it most.

He didn't tell her about his departure from Beijing by order, but he suddenly felt that it was unnecessary, and he just wanted to hug her quietly like this.

Stretching out his hand to caress her hair, his eyes were far away, and his heart was full of sadness. How many times he couldn't help but assume: Yan'er, it would be great if the child was still there!

In an imperceptible corner of Jiuqulan, a bright yellow figure stood here, his cruel eyes were filled with jealousy, he looked at the beautiful woman who was hugging him quietly, he let out a cold snort, and walked away with a flick of his sleeves, wherever the noble figure went , all things surrender!

Su Wang Mansion

On the wooden wheelchair, the young man took the letter from Li Yubai, his movements were hasty, his eyes were eager.

Li Yubai stood sideways with his sword in his arms, and heard Steward Su say that this was her letter, he couldn't help asking curiously: "Young Master, Miss Jun is not going back to the residence, why are you staying in the palace?"

However, after reading the letter, Su Xuanhan's face turned pale suddenly, his starry eyes turned hard, his fists were clenched tightly, and his childish face was full of evil spirits.

In front of the window lattice, the silver-haired man stood there alone, his eyes were far away, and his figure like Xue did not provoke the world. Feeling the murderous aura of the young man, he turned around slowly and approached leisurely.

Without waiting for Li Yubai to speak, he picked up the letter in Suxuanhan's hand, and without even looking at it, he set fire to the paper and destroyed it: "The time has come, it's time for Han'er to give the needle." The dignity in Han Run's voice couldn't be concealed.

"But—" Su Xuanhan gritted his teeth, his star eyes were full of anger.

"Be obedient!" The silver-haired man spoke lazily, put his hand on the back of the wheelchair, and pushed him out of the study room, his floating figure did not cause any dust!

Half an hour later, Duan Mu, Su Cang, and Su Yan returned home from Duanbi Mountain, holding a bloody broken arrow in their hands. When Su Xuanhan opened the broken arrow, the setting sun reflected on the sharp arrow. On it, there was a cold light, reflecting the word 'Su'.

The amber eyes of the silver-haired man were cold, with an unfathomable brilliance.

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Four days later

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the palace is full of lanterns.

Qingyun Pavilion, Midnight!

The autumn wind is bleak, how much is it to invite the bright moon?Unaccompanied!

In the pavilion, on the tea table with exquisite thin windows, Jun Ziyan is sitting quietly, enjoying tea ceremony in a leisurely way, concentrating on making and drinking tea without feeling anxious.

Every movement is leisurely and self-satisfied, walking to the flowing water, with a clear face and a calm smile, with a faint smile on his lips, and his eyes are lost in thought through the blue tea.

The clear blue hair was blown against the cheeks by the autumn wind late at night, and the brows were relaxed, proud and elegant.

For four days, apart from healing her wounds, she made tea every day, and she couldn't get out of the 'Qingyun Pavilion' for half a step, living a pampered life all day long.

And Su Gu Leng hasn't shown up since that day.

After a few days of calm, Jun Ziyan felt some subtle changes only tonight.

The faint tea fragrance is overflowing and floating, and the cold moonlight slantly shines on the celadon cup, and the round body of the cup is full of faint luster.

"The emperor is here!" Eunuch An's shrill voice suddenly broke the silence.

Su Gu Leng was dressed in a silver-white silver robe, and walked modestly all the way, handsome and handsome, with extraordinary majesty.

Behind him, Eunuch An held a tray in his hand, on which was a white jade pot, and the faint aroma of wine kept overflowing.

Jun Ziyan tightened his grip on the cup, his clear eyes narrowed violently, and a sharp light shot out.

I haven't seen her face for four days, but now that the night is getting darker, she can't help but find it funny.

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