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

Chapter 612 The Hospitality of the Prince Regent's Mansion

When he saw that the two seemed to be relaxing, Mr. Fu Sheng asked people to stop.

Afterwards, Nanmen Mingyue was a little dizzy, but saw the pair of black gold boots slowly appearing in front of her eyes.

Before returning to his senses, Mr. Fu Sheng still stretched out his fingers and raised her chin lightly, but the bottom of his eyes was still cold, "Do you still understand the rules of the Prince Regent's Mansion?"

"you!"

Nanmen Mingyue gritted her teeth, but she couldn't say anything. After a long time, Nanmen Mingyue gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Fu Sheng, you liar, you have deceived the whole world, you are not afraid When the time comes, I will shake it out for you?"

"So, Miss Nanmen is signaling to me that it's time to destroy the corpse, right?"

Immediately, Nanmen Mingyue clearly saw a fleeting killing intent in Fu Shengjun's eyes, and subconsciously shuddered.

"Don't even think about it! Even if you kill me, you will definitely be found!"

Nanmen Mingyue looked at the person in front of her who was wearing a long robe, and the cinnabar between her eyebrows was even more impressive.

Fortunately, such a person does not live long.

Fortunately, not long to live.

Nanmen Mingyue was secretly happy in her heart, but before Mr. Fu Sheng became stupid, she must be pregnant.

Otherwise, how would she manage the South Gate well?
"Really? But people in the world, who can move the king, just rely on you? It's really wishful thinking." The corners of Fu Shengjun's mouth were slightly mocking.

Seeing this, Nanmen Mingyue blushed even more.

She is the woman who is closest to the direct descendants other than the direct descendants. If there is no Mr. Fu Sheng, then she is the most important heir of the South Gate.

"Where do you think you can get better? When the time comes, you won't end well, so what about being romantic now?"

Nanmen Mingyue gritted her teeth and said.

"Whether this king can die well in the future, do you think you can say that?"

Mr. Fu Sheng sneered and refused to answer, then glanced at Du Qiao, "Take him to the dungeon."

"Mr. Fu Sheng, I'm here to negotiate with you!"

Nanmen Mingyue's eyes widened, she never thought that Mr. Fu Sheng wanted to lock herself up.

"Ah."

Mr. Fu Sheng replied lightly, but obviously he didn't pay attention to Nanmen Mingyue.

With such an indifferent look, the angry Nanmen Mingyue was particularly frantic.

She has never been slapped since she was a child, let alone locked in a dungeon.

How dare she treat herself like this!
"Is this how your Regent's Mansion treats guests?" Nanmen Mingyue gritted her teeth and said sadly.

"What kind of person is suitable for what kind of hospitality. I am afraid that if Miss Nanmen treats Miss Nanmen too well, Miss Nanmen can't help but overwhelm the guests, and even go to the house to reveal the tiles."

Mr. Fu Sheng evoked a shockingly beautiful arc, but the ravages in the bottom of his eyes were hidden in the coldness, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

No matter what Nanmen Mingyue said, they could only be locked in.

The person who beat Mr. Fusheng, no matter who it is from the Prince Regent's House, only she can punish.

No matter how broad it is, only Jin Xuanjing can do it for him.

She, Nanmen Mingyue, is just a person who is somewhat estranged from her blood, who has the right to beat her?
"Next time, I will vent my anger on my own, instead of asking me to help you every time."

Mr. Fu Sheng's indifferent words made the guards nod heavily, feeling extremely grateful from the bottom of their hearts.

Those courtiers with sour words knew that it was not good to slander their Highness, saying that His Highness was a sycophant.

What qualifications do they have to say that about His Highness?

(End of this chapter)