It's hard to love a concubine

Chapter 670

When I went there, Qian Xiyao and Wu Quan Wanfu were together, but when I came back, there were only Wanfu and Qian Xiyao. Before Wu Quan stepped out of the door, Deng Qiquan pulled him back. His eyes were calm, but Looking too blunt, he said, "Your Majesty wanted to spare your life, but you didn't know what to do. You made a fuss in front of your empress. Your Majesty ordered me to treat you...as guilty of Qi Zhaoyi. You have something to say."

Wu Quan looked devastated, but with a relieved expression, he said, "Can you lock me up with Qi Zhaoyi."

Deng Qiquan frowned, the veins in his hands popped up, and said, "You are simply hopeless."

Wu Quan smiled and said, "I'm sorry for you, I have nothing to love in my life. I can only be with her..." Then he looked back at Qian Xiyao, and said in a soft voice, "Mother, you are a good person, I am a drag about you."

Qian Xiyao saw a tall man like Wu Quan say such words that were like last words, she couldn't help but her eyes turned red again, but she quickly suppressed her emotions.

She held her lips and smiled reluctantly.

On the way back, Qian Xiyao was speechless all the way, very silent, Wanfu felt a little uneasy, and became more and more cautious, she always felt that such a concubine Zhen was a bit too quiet.

It was already midnight when we returned to Lingxi Palace. Before entering the palace, Qian Xiyao specially asked Wanfu to send someone to report to Qian Qiubai. When Wu Quan came with him, his father was very disturbed. He will obviously continue to follow the harem overnight, Qian Xiyao is afraid that her father will be worried, so she asks someone to tell her.

Xiang'er came out when she heard the news. She first carefully looked at Qian Xiyao's face, and seeing that she looked fine, she breathed a sigh of relief and helped her go in, whispering in her ear, "Your Majesty is coming down." .”

This was within Qian Xiyao's expectation, although she said she would sleep in the imperial study, but Qian Xiyao went out of the palace and visited Qi Zhaoyi, the emperor could not sit still.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty doesn't seem to be in a good mood today." It was the first time that Xiang'er felt that the Emperor was so difficult to serve. When Wan Fu told her that His Majesty was very picky, she still smiled and said that His Majesty is not picky, just It doesn't matter if the tea is a little cold, and said that it is comfortable to drink slightly cold in summer, Wanfu laughed at her and said... It's not because the concubine Zhen made the tea herself, as long as the concubine Zhen made it, His Majesty didn't say anything bad.

But tonight, the emperor seemed very unhappy. The tea was served four times, but every time it was thrown on the ground, and it was too cold if not too cold. In the end, it was the mother Fu who stared at the tea from the beginning to the end, which made the emperor silent. But after talking about the tea, he started talking about refreshments again, talking about why the pea yellow is so greasy and crooked, why the glutinous rice cake skin is so sticky to the teeth... Xiang'er's forehead was dripping with sweat, and she had never expected Qian Xiyao to come back so early in her heart.

Finally, when Qian Xiyao came back, she couldn't wait to tell the emperor that she was going to meet Qian Xiyao and ran out like that.

Waiting for Qian Xiyao to listen to Xiang'er's words, but didn't say anything, which made Xiang'er very strange. You must know that the empress values ​​His Majesty very much... why does she look calm and calm.

As soon as Qian Xiyao entered, she saw the emperor sitting on the couch in the inner room looking at her, and saw her saying in a dusty manner, "Go and wash up."

Qian Xiyao stood stiffly for a while, then lowered her head and went to the side room next to her.

It was late at night, but Qian Xiyao had been running in the bathtub for a long time. As long as she closed her eyes, Qi Zhaoyi's injured leg, the slashed flesh, and the coagulated blood on it would appear in her mind. The legs are now like two dry bamboo poles, and the fragile ones seem to break if they are folded.

(End of this chapter)