Demon Concubine in charge: Evil Emperor, don't spoil

Chapter 19 Little Emperor, but you don't like me?

Mr. Fu Sheng glanced at Jin Xuanjing with his slightly cool eyes, but stayed on Xiao Jiurong's body, the corners of his lips curled up faintly and coldly, "Queen Mother, why do you think?"

Seeing this, Xiao Jiurong seemed to be gnashing his silver teeth, and was even more annoyed seeing that Jin Xuanjing didn't show any hostility towards Mr. Fu Sheng.

"People who mourn your family will never allow you to move."

Xiao Jiurong raised his chin and looked at Mr. Fu Sheng, as if he felt that at least he had to lose his posture.

"Queen Mother, the whole Feng Ye, who do you think will be my opponent?" Mr. Fu Sheng's gaze was still cold, and the deterrent force between his words was even more accurate.

"Your Majesty, you are really willing..."

Xiao Jiurong was about to say something, but he didn't want to be interrupted by Jin Xuanjing immediately.

"The Queen Mother is getting old, it's better to go back to Jiuning Palace to rest."

It was said that Xiao Jiurong's complexion was even worse. Although she accompanied the late emperor and had a daughter, she was not in her dying years.

However, just when Xiao Jiurong was about to say something more, when Jin Xuanjing's deep black eyes stared at him coldly, he couldn't help feeling cold all over his body, and lost his thoughts for a moment.

"Hurry up and take the queen mother back to the palace."

Jin Xuanjing's indifferent words made the court lady nod repeatedly, and after a few words of farewell, she helped Xiao Jiurong, who was a little unsteady, to leave.

After Xiao Jiurong left, only Jin Xuanjing and Fu Shengjun were left in the imperial study.

Before Mr. Fu Sheng raised his eyes, he heard a low and pleasant voice from the front, with unknown feelings, shaking Mr. Fu Sheng's heartstrings again.

"Uncle Huang, if you really want to accept Feng Ye, why not accept me as well?"

Mr. Fu Sheng raised his eyes, and the doubts that had just arisen disappeared when he saw those extremely affectionate eyes reflecting her figure like black sandalwood.

"Your Majesty, are you joking with everyone like this?"

After a short silence, Mr. Fu Sheng's face was not as dark as before, but he chuckled lightly, not knowing what it meant.

"Little Huangshu, do you not like me? Do you still think that I am going to die?"

Before Fu Shengjun could react, Jin Xuanjing hugged her waist, leaned down slightly, and pressed them tightly together.

Immediately, the pleasant and familiar atmosphere filled Mr. Fu Sheng's surroundings, especially Jin Xuanjing's lazy and deep voice, which was full of smiles and distress, made her hesitate in a trance, let alone stiff push away.

Jin Xuanjing smelled the cold lotus fragrance even stronger today, and couldn't help sniffing Fu Shengjun's neck lightly with her nose, her sexy and beautiful thin lips curled slightly, and a playful look flashed across her eyes.

"Little Huangshu seems to smell even better today than last time."

The teasing words were clearly romantic, but since Jin Xuanjing uttered them, they were only a little more ambiguous.

But at this time, Mr. Fu Sheng came back to his senses, and his flirtatious and noble face really sank, and his tone was not kind.

"Jin Xuanjing, if you want to die early, I don't mind giving you a ride in advance."

Seeing Mr. Fu Sheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, Jin Xuanjing also let go of Shan Ruliu, but then looked at Mr. Fu Sheng again with an undiminished smile.

"Little Huangshu hasn't fallen in love with me yet, how can I let others get ahead of me."

Hearing Jin Xuanjing's words, Mr. Fu Sheng had no choice but to purse his lips.

Mr. Fu Sheng originally thought that men's clothing was easy to handle, but he didn't want to provoke peach blossoms just like this.

However, this Jin Xuanjing's gaze always made her feel familiar, but she couldn't remember that she had known each other before.

"Your Majesty, I am not a broken sleeve."

Jin Xuanjing heard the words, but her eyebrows and eyes were stretched, as if the sun was shining in March, "What does the Regent mean, to make me work harder?"

(End of this chapter)