Empress is a black heart lotus

Chapter 592 Murong Yao took courage, stretched out her hand, and put it on the man's legs under the robe

Murong Yao boldly stretched out her hands, put them on the legs under the man's robe, and slowly moved them up.

She was always watching the expression on the man's face.

Same as just now, without any emotion, just looking at her unblinkingly with downcast eyes.

It became more and more obvious as her hands climbed up.

The man's dark eyes finally rolled over.

She was overjoyed and worked harder.

The little face was even more red and buried: "Yao'er is very fond of the lord, and begged the lord to keep Yao'er by his side. For the lord, Yao'er is willing to do anything."

He took the girl's hand, which was more and more searching inside, in his palm, and suddenly, he flung it away fiercely.

"what--"

Murong Yao let out a cry.

Pei Chen's dark eyes are like an abyss of mist that makes people unable to understand.

"Miss Si, please respect yourself."

She was thrown into the carriage unceremoniously by the man, and the hard carriage hit her head and made her dizzy for a while.

She looked at the man's completely unfamiliar face in disbelief, obviously, obviously he had feelings just now, obviously——

Why did he push her away, why?
She claims that she is not as good as Murong Hua in terms of beauty, and she is not as good as Murong Wan now, but she is not bad-looking. In the capital, there are many princes from aristocratic families who like to covet her
Pei Chen is romantic by nature, logically speaking, he shouldn't reject her
"My lord, don't you really have the slightest feeling for Yao'er in your heart? It's you just now." "Miss Si, how many times do you need me to repeat it?"

"What the third sister can do for the lord, I can do for the lord, and I'm no worse than her at all. My lord, why don't you want to see Yao'er?"

Hearing the sound, the man suddenly leaned over.

The big white hands lifted the girl's fair cheeks covered with hot tears.

Murong Yao looked at him with teary eyes, her beautiful eyes filled with some kind of expectation: "My lord."

"How do you think you can compare to your third sister?"

If the Murong family hadn't collapsed in the past, perhaps he would be willing to accept her love.

After all, a woman's infatuation can bring him a lot of benefits.

But now—

Pei Chen's thin lips curled into a cold smile, for the first time, he felt that a beauty could be so dirty.

He took out his handkerchief, wiped the place on his hand that had just touched her, casually threw the finished handkerchief to the carriage, stood up lightly, and stepped down.

"My lord—"

Murong Yao reached out to hug him.

Feng Han blocked her with a sharp long sword, his handsome face was cold: "Miss Si, please go back."

"Concubine Jin."

"See Concubine Jin."

"Concubine Jin."

As soon as Murong Wan entered Murong Mansion, those listless and unpopular servants immediately knelt down towards her as if they had caught some life-saving straw.

Even the sound of worshiping has a strong crying voice.

It seems that it is ironic.

He remembered how much she looked down on, bullied and mocked her when she was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and it was this group of servants who looked down on her.

Now, she has become Emperor Daqi's second-rank concubine Jin, and has been loved by the emperor.

When the Murong Mansion was in danger, she, who was bullied by them since childhood, became their savior.

They put all their hopes on her.

Come to think of it, it's ridiculous.

She ignored them, but passed directly in front of them with a serious face: "Where is father?"

A housekeeper respectfully stepped forward to lead her the way: "Concubine Jin, the master has been waiting for you in the eldest son's room for a long time, come with your servant quickly."

(End of this chapter)