Dressed as a tyrant and kissing the little queen

Chapter 77

Qin Luoyu was immersed in his own thoughts, and raised his head in a daze: "What?"

"Princess, Your Majesty, he said that he will live in Prince Zhao's Mansion tonight! The old steward asked the maids to clean up."

Chanjuan was overwhelmed with anxiety, "Well, what should I do?"

Without waiting for Qin Luoyu's response, she ran to the closet, took out a dagger from the package in the closet and stuck it in her belt, then pushed the heavy nanmu table hard, preparing to block the door.

"Anyway, he can't be allowed to enter this room. If he dares to come in, I will fight him!"

Chanjuan pushed the table with all her strength while chanting.

Qin Luoyu pressed her hand: "Chanjuan, don't bother."

"But he's coming soon. When he comes in, it's too late!"

Let's not talk about Ling Jun's kung fu, but the unique figure beside him is really good enough.

She still remembers the embarrassment she had when she bumped into the Buddha statue and passed out when someone floated away in the ruined temple last time.

By blocking the door, they can gain a little chance.

If it really doesn't work, I'd rather have broken pieces of jade than complete tiles.

Qin Luoyu was quite calm: "Don't worry, when he comes, I will have my own way to deal with it."

Chanjuan was stunned, but seeing Qin Luoyu's extremely determined appearance, it didn't look like he was joking.

"Chanjuan, trust me. I'll be fine."

Qin Luoyu withdrew the dagger from her waist and put it in her hand, "Put this back and put it away, otherwise people will misunderstand that we are going to kill the king, and it will be really troublesome."

Chanjuan was skeptical, but out of her consistent trust in the princess, she still obeyed Qin Luoyu's words, hid the dagger in the corner of the closet, and walked out step by step.

Rao was ready, but when he heard the steady footsteps stepping into the room, Qin Luoyu's heart still jumped twice.

She took a deep breath, squeezed out a sweet smile, and turned around calmly: "Your Majesty."

Compared with the evil spirit who had robbed him of the throne with a dark face just now, the face of the big devil at this moment has the usual expressionless expression on his face.

Those dark and cold eyes glanced at Qin Luoyu, and after a pause for two seconds, the man walked to her side and pulled away the chair.

Qin Luoyu was sitting at the table at the moment. He could have sat opposite, but he chose the seat next to her.

When the man sat down, an uncomfortably cold breath swept over him.Qin Luoyu moved back uncomfortably.

The sleeves that had fallen on the table and case brushed a teacup in what she thought was a calm movement of the universe.

"Clang--".

Qin Luoyu's body trembled.

The fine celadon teacup fell to the ground, but it was still not broken. Gululu rolled a few times and rolled to the man's feet.

The atmosphere was awkwardly silent for a moment.

"Yes, I'm sorry, the concubine accidentally—"

Qin Luoyu bent down in embarrassment to pick up the teacup.

She didn't notice that the man bent slightly at the same time, as if he was about to pick up the cup.

Qin Luoyu picked up the teacup so quickly that the man's body hadn't had time to fully straighten up.

"boom--".

Qin Luoyu's head hit hard on the man's hard chin, and he let out an "ouch" in pain.

She was originally in a half-squat state with her knees bent, but when the impact hit her, she lost her balance and fell forward.

Unable to die, she fell into the arms of the man—to be exact, she fell onto the robe on his lower body.

What a weird pose.

(End of this chapter)