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

Chapter 41

"Surrounded by old diseases?"

Fu Shengjun looked up slightly with his cold gaze, and Chongtian couldn't help being slightly stiff when he saw this.

"Yes."

Chongtian nodded, with his head lowered, making his expression hard to see.

"This king is not an imperial doctor, so if you tell me to come over, are you planning to pass on the throne?"

Mr. Fu Sheng snorted lightly, this insipid sentence immediately made Chongtian shudder.

After all, Chongtian originally thought that his master might have had some special relationship with the regent, but looking at the cold tone of the regent, Chongtian still felt that the person in front of him might really want to kill his master.

Inexplicably, Chongtian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Mortal enemies are good, the relationship between mortal enemies is better than this mess-acridine-lun who is not related by blood.

"If the Regent is unwilling..."

Chongtian was just about to go back home, but unexpectedly, Mr. Fu Sheng said slowly, "In Jinghua Palace?"

"Yes."

Chongtian nodded, and when he came to his senses, only the sparse shadow of the fairy in the picture scroll under the moon slowly faded away.

"Master, if you go at night, I am afraid that the national teacher will overhear..."

On the carriage, Du Qiao couldn't help biting his lips, and then said cautiously.

"It's okay."

Mr. Fu Sheng closed his eyes and leaned on his head with one hand, unable to see any emotional waves.

Seeing this, Du Qiao bit his lip, and had no choice but to say to Mr. Fu Sheng, "Master, let me tie your hair for you."

Afterwards, seeing Mr. Fu Sheng's acquiescence, Du Qiao stepped forward very carefully, picked up the jade hairpin prepared by the side, and gently pulled a simple and elegant hairstyle for Mr. Fu Sheng, which was elegant and dignified.

But it didn't take long before Mr. Fu Sheng arrived at Jinghua Palace.

Seeing that the door of Jinghua Palace was half-open and the lights came out, Mr. Fu Sheng's eyes flashed a dark color, "You wait outside."

"Yes."

Afterwards, Mr. Fu Sheng walked forward slowly, and looked at the handsome and evil face of the man on the couch with his eyes tightly closed at this moment, but there was no doubt that he was half bright and shallow, his eyebrows and eyes were carved like jade, and his thin lips were delicate and gentle. Cool, the skirts are disheveled and half open, revealing the attractive collarbone and looming strong chest.

Seeing this, Mr. Fu Sheng did not have much emotional fluctuations, but just glanced lightly.

"How long will the emperor continue to make trouble?"

For the first time, the corner of Fu Shengjun's mouth was filled with a smile that was not a smile, looking at Jin Xuanjing in front of him, he had a rare good temper.

"Young uncle is really ruthless."

Hearing the words, Jin Xuanjing slowly opened those deep and evil eyes, the tip of the eyes slightly raised, and the deep magnetic voice was still pleasant, but with a little sadness.

"The emperor hasn't cleared up the affairs of the previous dynasty, so I didn't expect that I would have time to play tricks on this king."

After all, Mr. Fu Sheng approached Jin Xuanjing slowly, sat on the side of the couch slowly, and looked up at Jin Xuanjing, his eyes became even colder, "It's just that the emperor really thinks that this king is not I will take this opportunity to make the fake show real and let the emperor die."

"Uncle Huang, if you really have this plan, why wait until now?"

The smile on the corner of Jin Xuanjing's mouth became more and more intense, but he looked closely at Fu Shengjun's eyes, trying to detect the depth of the clear water without waves.

Mr. Fu Sheng laughed at the same time, but suppressed the darkness in his eyes, "Your Majesty has little observation."

However, after Fu Shengjun finished speaking, he did not expect that Jin Xuanjing hugged Fu Shengjun's waist and slowly rubbed Fu Shengjun's head, his hoarse and melodious voice seemed to be so touched Her heartstrings were mixed with bursts of low laughter, "But little emperor uncle, I have never lied to you. I am plagued by old illnesses, and I miss you as an illness."

(End of this chapter)