The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 22
The fragrance of flowers in the yard floated into the hall with the wind, and there was no sound in the quiet air.

Su Xi didn't speak again.

Ling Juncheng stood with his back to her, and couldn't find the right words to hate her for a while.

He told her that he could have put her to death.

yes he can.

However, now is not the time.
Su Xi must not be the only one in that person's plan, she is just a small part of their plan.

A small flag, not worth kicking out so early.

What happened 19 years ago will not fade away with the passage of time, but will become more unforgettable.

But I am no longer that six-year-old kid.

However, Su Xi seemed to have something wrong.

His mannerisms and Shen Yun were all wrong.

She said in front of the queen that she and him were innocent, absolutely clear.
According to that woman's temperament, she should have been eager to let everyone know about it.

Why did she lie to the queen to prove her innocence, as if she was afraid that others would misunderstand what happened to her and him.

She has been pestering him since she was a child, so he has some understanding of her temperament.

But today's Su Xi is not the Su Xi he knew at all.

Her speech and behavior were not familiar to him at all.

Where is the problem?
Is this part of their plan?

The phoenix eyes that were looking straight ahead were half-closed, and Ling Juncheng was lost in thought for a long time.

After recovering from his thoughts, he exhaled heavily from his nostrils. He turned around and his eyes fell on Su Xi's body like a sharp knife.

In the following scene, the angry man not only did not calm down, but almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

I saw the delicate body in the seat that was eating melon seeds slumped in a sprawling posture and fell asleep.

Tiny snores echoed one after another in the quiet air.

She raised her neck, her vermilion lips were slightly parted, and Ling Juncheng clearly saw a drop of crystal clear liquid flow out from the corner of her lips and stay on her chin.

With a frown, the man turned around and walked away.

If he stayed here any longer, he was afraid that he would die young.

"Your Majesty, are you going back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation?"

Zhang Deming, who was sweating profusely and rushed to the gate of the dormitory just now, hadn't gained a firm footing when he saw his Long Live Lord coming out of the hall with big strides.

"Otherwise? You want to stay here and eat shit?"

The man is holding fire.

Zhang Deming trotted with his waist down to keep up with the man's pace, while grinning in a doggy manner.

"Hey, look at what the emperor said, dogs eat shit."

Hearing this, the man suddenly stopped.

I thought of Su Xi's words about dog man again, and the little eyes she clenched her fists provocatively at him.

The haze between the brows deepened.
This little lunatic...

Because Zhang Deming followed too closely, he almost bumped his head into the man's buttocks, but fortunately he stopped in time, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

He whispered with doubts on his face: "Your Majesty, isn't it right that you are a slave?"

Ling Juncheng tilted his head slightly, and said: "You dog slave, you deserve to eat shit."

After finishing speaking, he raised his foot and continued to walk forward, his steps became faster.

Zhang Deming stood there in a daze and reacted.

What's the matter, Long Live?
Didn't she look like she was hugging the imperial concubine Wanli Qingkong just now, but her face changed in just a moment.

Also, what the Long Live Lord is holding in his hand seems to be a plate of melon seeds.
Long Live Lord doesn't eat such easy-to-get angry things, so what is he doing with melon seeds?
Zhang Deming thought for a while but couldn't figure it out. Seeing the figure of his Long Live Lord disappeared from his sight, he hurriedly ran after him.

(End of this chapter)