The magic doctor explodes the cute concubine

Chapter 275
The ghost is responsible for driving home, and the ghost follows the master not far away. It is more appropriate to say that the behavior of the master is not so much flying a kite, but parading the ice sculpture of Mu Furong.

I'm going to take her home to be tortured, and I have to walk around the street with her first... Why?
Qi Mei couldn't understand.

Speaking of which, among the few people just now, only Wei Luo understood Huangfu Didu's approach.

Because Mu Furong scolded two princes at once, there is no escape at all. If Emperor Huangfu didn't catch her first, I'm afraid Huangfu Liancheng would have someone catch her immediately and take her to the inner prison for a good "teaching" Fan.Even if Huangfu Liancheng let her go by chance, because she scolded Huangfu Liancheng like that, the concubine Duan would never let her go.What happened today will definitely make her die.

But Emperor Huangfu grabbed her immediately and said that he would take her back and train her well.Even if Huangfu Liancheng hated him, he couldn't go head-to-head with Emperor Huangfu.

The good thing is that Mu Furong has already passed out and is unconscious, so she doesn't know anything about it.

Emperor Huangfu went out specially and didn't take a carriage, and took this ice sculpture of Mu Furong, like a kite-flying, along the street all the way home.

On the contrary, people who get up late and go out to wash their feet, stall owners who have already set up the morning market, people who go out to do errands along the street, people who take a walk in the morning... At eight or nine in the morning, there are huge crowds on the streets of Beijing.

Everyone in the main street saw the man in the ghost mask with long silver hair and silky hair, walking lightly like strands, and an ice sculpture with a strange posture floating behind him...

Under the bright sun in the early morning, the ice sculptures glowed with silver fragments, and the people couldn't see who the people in the ice sculptures were at all.

But this day, around noon, the gossip that Mu Furong scolded the two princes at the Zuiyue Inn spread like wildfire.Gossip rumors are the fastest.Especially since he was a well-known former idiot in the capital, the gossip rumors were naturally spread by the second brother of the inn. Fortunately, Huangfu Liancheng and Huangfu Emperor Du did not ask for secrecy.

The younger brother vividly described Mu Si's fierceness in cursing people, and later this incident was told by Tianqiao storyteller, and it became more and more serious, and the public thought that Mu Si must have fallen ill again.

The idiot's disease is not cured, and now he has scolded the two princes again, he must have a disease in his head.

At this time, some people in the market remembered that the ice sculpture that was paraded through the streets by the ghost king that day... was Mu Furong!He must have been taken back by the ghost king and tortured to death.

Of course, these are things to follow.

After Emperor Huangfu returned home with the ice sculpture of Mu Furong, Qu Mei held back as he wanted to ask questions all the way.When I got home, I couldn't bear it anymore.

"Master, what instruments of torture do we need to prepare?"

Is it an oil pan, or a sharp knife, or a braid dipped in salt water!Or chili oil.

Yan Mei was looking forward to it.

But seeing the white-haired man in front of him turning his head coldly, she could almost feel the coldness of the master's face through the mask.

"Do your job well, and you don't have to worry about this matter."

A calm voice sounded.

Qi Mei broke out in a cold sweat.

When she came back to her senses, that person had long since disappeared.

——After Mu Furong's frozen state was lifted, her thoughts returned in an instant, and her body stretched and relaxed involuntarily.

After opening his eyes, he saw that the white-haired man in front of him was about to get angry, but he saw that the man was not wearing a mask, and looked at her sadly with a pair of red eyes.

As if looking at something beloved.

There seemed to be a kind of pity called sadness in the eyes.

The fire in her stomach was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't spit it out.

　The next chapter is sweet, `(*∩_∩*)′

　　
　
(End of this chapter)