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Chapter 878 Su Desheng, how dare you scold me! ?
At this time, the little eunuch shouted from outside the hall, "Pluto is here——"

The slightly noisy palace suddenly became quiet, even the melodious silk and bamboo orchestral music.

Rong Jiuge swung his wine glass and glanced at everyone's expressions, his eyes were dimly lit, and the curve of his mouth became more and more obvious.

Rong Tianze was still wearing a black python robe during the day, and walked in with big strides, his eyes glanced at the two vacant seats, and then stopped below, bowing his hands and saying, "Chen Shan I am late, and I hope the emperor will forgive me."

Although this is an apology, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that there is no respect in these words.

Rong Jiuge said with a half-smile, "Uncle Huang has never been late before, why...?"

He didn't finish the question, but the slightly raised question at the end gave people a feeling of calmness and prestige.

"Heh." As if he had expected that he would be 'difficult' for a long time, Rong Tianze sneered at first, and then he explained quietly, "If you go back to the emperor, there was an accident in Dingguo's mansion today, and the minister and Dingguo also had an accident. They are friends who have forgotten the year, so I copied some "Curse of Rebirth" in the palace, and I also hope that the old man and the old lady can reach the bliss sooner."

He paused, raised his eyes to meet the gaze of the young emperor on the chief seat above, "May the emperor accept this reason?"

Rong Jiuge nodded slightly, put down the teacup in his hand, and said indifferently, "Duke Dingguo died in vain. It's rare for the emperor to have such a heart. Naturally, I can accept this reason. The emperor can sit down without courtesy."

After Pluto took his seat, the tense atmosphere just now disappeared in an instant.

The musicians in the palace continued to play and pluck the pluck with great vigor.

For a while, music and conversation sounded again.

After a while, Su Desheng's face was so ugly that even the smile on his face was pulled out with all his might.

He first took out the handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead very gracefully, then swallowed his throat, and then carefully looked at the emperor beside him.

Seeing that there was nothing abnormal, he asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, may I ask this servant to send someone to ask, maybe... Beichen's people overslept because they had been on the road for several days?"

As soon as the words fell, a barely audible chuckle came from his ear, "Heh..."

Rong Jiuge looked at him sideways, "I overslept and used it on the number one son in the world, heh...it's really hard for me to imagine."

Hearing this, Su Desheng raised his hand involuntarily, and wiped off the sudden cold sweat on his forehead again very 'calmly'.

"What the emperor said was that the slave made a slip of the tongue, and it took about a stick of incense to pass, don't worry, don't worry."

He said so in his mouth, but his heart was thumping, and his whole body was not well.

He is neither stupid nor blind, how could he, the person closest to him, not feel the cold anger emanating from the emperor.

Su Desheng shifted his gaze to the outside of the palace gate.

He couldn't help slandering in his heart: Your Majesty, in fact, the palace banquet doesn't have to be arranged today. Although today is not a very good day, there are funerals but also happy events. Your empress is pregnant, why don't you go and accompany her? , I deserve to be looking for anger here.

Before he finished muttering, the emperor's solemn voice came to his ears again, even a little higher, "Su Desheng, how dare you scold me!?"

(End of this chapter)