The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 200 Ahem, Chiguoguo
After subsiding for a while, she glared at Feng Qianya, pointing at Feng Qianya furiously with her mummy head wrapped in white cloth because of Feng Qianya's personal torture, "You...you...Feng Qianya , in front of the emperor, how dare you... be so presumptuous, you... you..."

Speaking of this, Concubine Yang stopped, and then she calmed down, and looked sadly at Xuanyuan Yihe who was calmly studying the cinnabar ink, her angry voice changed suddenly, and she uttered a painful cock cry Voice, "Emperor... on..."

Concubine Yang's soft chicken crowing with a long tail made Feng Qianya feel goosebumps all over her body. What the hell, this crow was harsher than the sound made by a giant microphone on a giant speaker.

The lower body of this old immortal hen was lying in the coffin, and she made such a life-threatening sound, it was simply a kind of torture.

"Your majesty...you are the majestic king of a country, how can you study ink yourself, and Princess Shengqing is a woman, how can you review memorials? She is disrespectful to her courtiers and concubines. The courtiers and concubines begged the Emperor, General Shengqing and Princess Concubine to rectify the law immediately."

As Concubine Yang Guifei said, she knelt on the ground, two tears slipped from her eyes, "Your Majesty... If the Emperor doesn't punish Concubine Shengqing today and give justice to my concubine and Hong'er, I will not be able to kneel forever. "

After Yang Guifei finished speaking, the corners of Feng Qianya's lips lifted slightly, she picked up the inkstone with her jade hand, and threw it in front of her with a "swoosh".

There was a "bang", when the white jade inkstone fell to the ground, although it was not smashed, the cinnabar inside splashed Concubine Yang all over.

"you……"

She pointed at Feng Qianya angrily, and was about to speak out, but was interrupted by Feng Qianya unhurriedly.

"If you can't afford to kneel, there is no persuasive power to threaten people. It's like smashing yourself to death with an inkstone." Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows slightly, and squinted at Concubine Yang who was kneeling on the ground and trembling at a 45-degree angle, the corners of her lips twitched With a coquettish arc, he said in a flat and calm tone.

"You... Scared... Scared..." Concubine Yang Gui was gasped again by Feng Qianya's anger, and it is estimated that she would belch directly if she was angered by Feng Qianya a few more times.

Xuanyuan Yihe saw Concubine Yang being out of breath by Feng Qianya's few words, a strange color flashed across his eyes, and then he looked down at her with a dignified voice, "Ya'er, don't be wrong The imperial concubine is rude, she is your elder."

After saying that, he walked up to Concubine Yang, stretched out his hand to help her up, looked at her, and said kindly: "You are not in good health, just rest in peace in the bedroom, and I will send you back to the bedroom."

After Xuanyuan Yihe finished speaking, he personally supported Concubine Yang who was still panting outside the outer hall. After walking a few steps, he looked back at Feng Qianya and said: "Be sure to review these memorials, I will review them."

Hearing this, Feng Qianya propped her head up with one hand, and flipped through the memorial in her hand with the other, squinting her eyes and yawning again and again. She really couldn't figure it out, why did Xuanyuan Yihe ask her to review the memorial?What is his intention?
What is the purpose of being majestic in front and kind in the back?
The maid again prepared a cinnabar pen and cinnabar ink for her.

She hadn't reviewed the memorial, so she just looked it over, and if she thought it was okay, she would write "Approve", and if she didn't think it was right, she would put it aside and let Xuanyuan Yihe handle it by herself.

It's just that she started to review, even when it was dark, she didn't finish the review.

Yuexi Pavilion of Shengqing Wangfu

After Xuanyuan Mochen returned to the palace during the day, he ordered Yueliu Yueli to kill three people at night and sneak into the palace to secretly protect Feng Qianya, and to inquire about Xuanyuan Yihe's purpose for keeping Feng Qianya in the palace.

After that, he stayed in Yuexi Pavilion where Feng Qianya lived until dark.

He is used to having Feng Qianya in his sight every day. To him, three days is like three years. He finally knows what it means to live like a year.

At this time, the door of Feng Qianya's room was pushed open, and Feng Qianya gave her a serious lesson the day before yesterday, her chest almost turned into a flat surface, and Si Yunyan dressed up extremely coquettishly, holding a tray in her hand walked in.

On the white jade tray was a cup of tea with a strong aroma.

As soon as she entered the room, the special fragrance of tea entered Xuanyuan Mochen's nostrils.

He frowned slightly, and there seemed to be something wrong with the tea fragrance.

Turning the wheelchair and turning around, he saw that it was Si Yunyan who came in.

Jun's face was darkened, his eyes were dark, and his voice was cold and charming, "Why are you here?"

The cold charm of his tone made Si Yunyan pause for a moment, hiding the hatred for Feng Qianya in her eyes, and then her eyes showed infinite tenderness, with a smile on her lips, and her voice was soft and charming, "Brother Chen, this is Yan'er in person. The tea made for you, this tea is not ordinary tea, it has the effect of calming the nerves, Yan'er heard that Princess Shengqing was summoned into the palace yesterday, brother Chen stayed up all night, so tonight I specially made this cup of tea for brother Chen, Brother, try it."

Si Yunyan spoke softly, and approached Xuanyuan Mochen with tea, but deliberately stepped on the corner of her skirt, threw herself unsteadily at Xuanyuan Mochen, and yelled: "Brother Chen..."

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Mochen narrowed his coquettish phoenix eyes slightly, and a flash of hostility flashed in the bottom of his eyes. With a flash of his figure, he avoided people and chairs.

Seeing Xuanyuan Mochen dodging, Si Yunyan's eyes flashed with the same color, she fell to the ground, the cup of tea in her tray was also spilled, and the white jade teacup was smashed into pieces.

The stronger tea fragrance lingered in the room, and Xuanyuan Mochen who inhaled the tea fragrance felt a little dazed, and his consciousness became a little hazy.

He squinted his phoenix eyes slightly, and stared at Si Yunyan with a blurred gaze, "What kind of tea is this?"

"Brother Chen, this is Mind Concentrating Tea!" Si Yunyan, who was lying on the ground, saw Xuanyuan Mochen's eyes were in a trance, the corners of her lips curled up successfully, and a strange color appeared in her eyes.

She got up from the ground, approached Xuanyuan Mochen with a tender face, and called out in an extremely soft voice, "Brother Chen... what's wrong with you?"

Si Yunyan asked in a soft and charming voice, sat in his arms, touched Xuanyuan Mochen's face with her slender hands, ran down his forehead, and penetrated straight into his strong chest, her delicate and fiery The red lips moved behind his ears, and the voice was extremely soft, "Brother Chen, hold Yan'er tightly...Brother Chen..."

Seeing Xuanyuan Mochen not hugging her for a long time, Si Yunyan saw a gloomy look in her eyes, the corners of her lips raised in triumph, and the hand that reached into his chest stretched out, with a bell on her slender wrist.

"Brother Chen, listen... does the bell sound nice?" Si Yunyan whispered in Xuanyuan Mochen's ear, shaking her hand lightly, and the bell on her wrist rang out. "jingle" sound.

When Xuanyuan Mochen heard the sound of the bell, he became more unconscious and his eyes became more foggy.

Seeing this, Si Yunyan smiled strangely, and put her lips together on her own initiative.

Because of her actions, Xuanyuan Mochen tensed his body, and his blurred eyes fell on her face, overlapping her face with Feng Qianya's.

"Ya'er..." His blurred eyes locked on the person in his arms, his white and slender fingers caressed her rosy lips, and he lowered his head to kiss her.

In just a moment, Xuanyuan Mochen left her lips and buried his head in her neck.

"Mm~Brother Chen..." Si Yunyan slightly parted her red lips, and her voice was extremely soft and charming.

Xuanyuan Mochen stopped suddenly because of the words "Brother Chen" in her mouth, why would Feng Qianya call him Brother Chen?
He raised his eyes to stare at the person in her arms, his vision was still blurred, what caught his eyes was Feng Qianya's face for a while, and Si Yunyan's face for a while.

He frowned slightly, and simply closed his eyes, and Feng Qianya's smiling face appeared in his mind.

Opening his phoenix eyes again, his gaze became less confused and more clear, and his consciousness recovered a little.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong with you?" Si Yunyan saw Xuanyuan Mochen stop suddenly, she looked at him suspiciously and asked, wondering if her enchantment had failed?

Xuanyuan Mochen's coquettish phoenix eyes locked onto Si Yunyan's face, and his gaze gradually became clear.

When he fully regained consciousness, he saw Si Yunyan sitting in his arms wearing only close-fitting clothes, his light brown eyes curled up violently, his big white hands pinched Si Yunyan's neck, and his cold eyes stared coldly. Looking at her, "Si Yunyan, what did you do to this king just now? You want to confuse this king? You actually performed witchcraft on this king? You want to die."

After saying that, Xuanyuan Mochen grabbed Si Yunyan by the neck and threw her out viciously.

"Ah..." Si Yunyan screamed, and fell to the ground fiercely. The pain in her whole body made her frown, and tears rolled down her eyes.

"Brother Chen...Brother Chen...you...you treat Yan'er like this? You...you weren't like this before...Brother Chen...don't you like Yan'er? Woooo...Brother Chen..." Si Yunyan was lying on the ground, crying pear blossoms with rain, sad and lost, with a grievance on her face.

Xuanyuan Mochen clenched his big white hands tightly, and shot her cold and murderous eyes. If it wasn't for the fact that she was the princess of the West Shu Kingdom, he would have wished to tear her into pieces, and he almost lost consciousness. I'm sorry Yale's business.

If something happened that shouldn't have happened, he would regret it for the rest of his life, and with his elegant temperament, even if he didn't kill him, he would never forgive him in this life.

(End of this chapter)