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

Chapter 45 is her second nightmare

"Master, why do you help the emperor?"

Seeing Mr. Fu Sheng sitting in the study, flipping through the memorial, Du Qiao beside him couldn't help asking, with worry in his eyes.

His master seemed to care too much about the new emperor.

After saying that, Mr. Fu Sheng just raised his eyes to look at Du Qiao lightly, but indifferently under his quiet eyes, Du Qiao realized his slip of the tongue, and he couldn't help lowering his head timidly.

"It will be Master's birthday in a few days, and I don't want to cause any disturbance because of the emperor's body."

"The subordinate made a slip of the tongue."

Mr. Fu Sheng said lightly, but even Du Qiao only believed what he said.

"Master, the things have been sent to Beiming."

Du Qiao's eyes flashed, and then he said slowly.

"Oh?"

Mr. Fu Sheng snorted lightly, flipped through the scrolls with his slender and beautiful hands, and said in a calm and unhurried manner, "It's a pity, this king can't see the expression on the face of King Beimingyuan at that time."

Du Qiao couldn't help but look at Mr. Fu Sheng, but he was even more puzzled in his heart.

How did King Yuan of Beiming provoke his master back then?
I always feel that my master is just waiting for the opportunity to crush Rong Yuan.

"Keep an eye on Rong Yuan's news, don't let this king let you go if you get a chance."

Mr. Fu Sheng's cold and slow voice made Du Qiao shiver again.

"Yes."

Du Qiao nodded and responded.

"Du Qiao, I'm tired, I'm going to take a bath for my king."

A coolness flashed across Mr. Fu Sheng's eyes, he unconsciously remembered something, pursed his lips, and then said slowly.

"Yes, this subordinate will prepare now."

Not long after, Mr. Fu Sheng arrived at the bathing pool with white smoke curling up, took off his clothes, untied the plump and white fetters that he usually bound, walked slowly to the bathing pool, and slowly descended the water-filled steps.

The woman's pretty body is looming, but the cold and coquettish eyebrows are soaked red by the mist, and the jade skin is red. The pool water clings to the graceful body.

A hint of meaning crossed Fu Shengjun's cold eyes, and he stretched out his hand to stroke the bloody scar on his back shoulder, but his eyes were even colder.

"Rong Yuan..."

Mr. Fu Sheng read in a low voice, but his drooping black eyes were filled with freezing frost, and his bare hand touched the bloody place behind his shoulder inadvertently.

Back then, if she hadn't escaped from Feng Ye, Yue Mo would never have met Rong Yuan.

Rong Yuan...

It was indeed her second nightmare.

Mr. Fu Sheng closed his eyes, leaned against the jade brick by the pool, tried his best to suppress the rolling black thunder tide in his eyes, and his brows gradually relaxed.

"master."

Not long after, Du Qiao's voice sounded outside again.

"what's up?"

Mr. Fu Sheng opened his eyes suddenly, the cruel look in his eyes flashed away, and then the indifferent voice sounded.

Hearing this, Du Qiao couldn't help shivering, knowing that his master was unhappy.

"Master, Yun Zhaorong is waiting outside the study."

Du Qiao then explained.

Hearing this, Mr. Fu Sheng stood up slowly, walked onto the jade brick, and changed clothes behind the screen.

"How did she come here?"

Cloud Silhouette has always followed orders.

"Subordinates don't know."

Suddenly, Du Qiao seemed to think of something, and continued, "Early this morning, people in the palace said that the emperor entered Yun Zhaorong's palace and had breakfast together. There are many speculations that Yun Zhaorong responded She will be the first concubine to receive divine favor."

　PS: Good evening, little cuties
　　
　
(End of this chapter)