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

Chapter 8 is just the beginning

"Auntie said this, how can I be willing to kill you."

The light in Mr. Fu Sheng's eyes was even more soul-stirring. He raised Fu Die Huan's hand, but before Fu Die Huan could heave a sigh of relief, he flung it away viciously. He took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped his plain hand with disgust. .

"How can I kill you? Since you love Jin Yuan so much, you are willing to help your family as a stepping stone. Tomorrow will happen to let you be buried with him. At that time, this king will ask for the emperor's grace and give you a posthumous queen title in the future. "

Mr. Fu Sheng got up, his lowered eyes couldn't see the meaning, but when Fu Diehuan heard the words, he went from shivering fear to madness who planned to fight to the death, "You are not afraid of others knowing What is your identity?"

Hearing this, Mr. Fu Sheng turned his face away, curled his lips and said with a sneer, "So, from tonight on, you can only shut up."

"Duqiao."

Fu Shengjun called faintly, and Fu Diehuan knew Fu Shengjun's intentions, and just wanted to call out loudly, but was covered by Du Qiao, and before she could react, the pill was stuffed into her mouth Here, Du Qiao clamped his jaw, so he had to swallow it down his throat.

After a while, Fu Die Huan came back to his senses. He wanted to dig his throat to get out the pill, but it was all in vain now. Then, Fu Die Huan could still make a single-tone scream, but gradually there was no sound. Can't send out.

"Auntie, this is a beginning. Unfortunately, your life has to end with laying the foundation for this beginning."

Mr. Fu Sheng bent his lips, then turned around and left decisively.

Gradually, Fu Diehuan's eyes were full of despair, and his whole body became empty...

Mr. Fu Sheng walked out of the palace, but couldn't help but hold his shoulders after all, frowned tightly between his brows, and took a deep breath.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Du Qiao looked worried, but then Mr. Fu Sheng let go of his hand, and Xu Bu walked on the palace road, "It's okay, let's go back quickly."

However, not long after walking, Mr. Fu Sheng turned to the outside of the main hall, and saw a figure flashing through it, and turned his head suddenly, but he didn't see it.

Seeing this, Mr. Fu Sheng squinted his eyes slightly, pursed his lips, and stepped forward to push away Jin Xuanjing's door.

"Du Qiao, turn around."

Before Du Qiao could react, he was ordered by Mr. Fu Sheng to turn around, "Yes."

"How did the little emperor come here?"

A look of narrowness flashed across Jin Xuanjing's eyes, but he put on the white undershirt unhurriedly. His strong and strong body did not look like a person who had been ill for a long time, and there was a faint smile on his handsome face.

"Come and see the emperor."

Mr. Fu Sheng had no waves in his eyes, but then he strode forward, lifted the bulging bedding that seemed to be lying on people, and then scanned his surroundings.

She guessed wrong?

"Is the little emperor's uncle planning to come to me to catch rape?"

The corners of Jin Xuanjing's mouth curled up, obviously not being ambiguous, but he was tinged with a sense of sentimentality by the smiling tone and the warmth flickering in his eyes.

This sentence caused Liu Xiang, who was hiding in the dark, to twitch his eyelids.

What's the matter with the tone of voice of this delicate little girl?

Mr. Fu Sheng saw that there was no one around, and then he looked into those black sandalwood smiling eyes, and his heart couldn't help being confused.

"The emperor was joking."

She is obviously a weak body of a medicine jar, but every word she said made her feel like she was being caught step by step, as if from the beginning to the end, he was the one who let her do whatever she wanted.

Fu Shengjun felt more and more that he shouldn't deal with Jin Xuanjing, but Jin Xuanjing didn't have any self-awareness, and even took a step forward, and suddenly reached out his hand to caress Fu Shengjun's lips.

Mr. Fu Sheng subconsciously wanted to slap her away, but was gasped by the wound on her lips, and frowned slightly.

　PS: good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)