The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 239
The courtiers also walked up the tower one after another, and stood far behind them in a well-measured manner.

From time to time, the eyes of the people looked away, and from time to time they fell on the two perfectly matched figures, but they didn't dare to stay, and then moved away after taking a look.

Standing on the high tower, the sight becomes wider, and you can just overlook the great scenery under the tower.

But no matter how good the scenery is, it will get tired after a while.

The sky was getting dark, Su Xi couldn't help covering her face and yawning.

I've been standing here watching for a long time, I don't know what these people are watching, and no one speaks.

It was hard for her to ask any questions, so she could only stand there.

The calves are starting to be sore, alas, it's so torturous.

He turned his head and glanced at Ling Juncheng beside him.

He just left her with a huge and beautiful side face, and his tall body was straight, like a standing army.

Before Su Xi could look away, he suddenly turned his head and lowered his eyes to look at her.

It's just that he didn't speak, but reached out and scratched the tip of her nose lightly, then turned his head and looked forward.

Su Xi lowered her eyes to stare at her own toes, and couldn't help reaching out to touch the tip of her nose.

Is there something wrong with him? He keeps scratching his nose. Does he suspect that the nose is fake?
"I heard that the emperor is very busy recently, but he still has time to pick up Yuan'er after being so busy." After a long silence, the queen mother finally broke the calm, her tone was very dull.

"I have specially summoned all the officials here to welcome Ling Yuan back to the capital. Is the queen mother satisfied?" Ling Juncheng responded equally dullly.

The cool voice fell slowly, making the surrounding air much cooler.

The queen mother looked ahead and raised her lips slightly: "This is the honor Yuan'er deserves."

"As for the glory, Ling Yuan is not ready yet." Ling Juncheng looked into the distance with his deep eyes without focus, and the corners of his lips curled into a hint of sarcasm.

The age difference between him and Ling Yuan is only one year, but there is an insurmountable fate gap between them.

"Emperor, don't underestimate him, he will never be inferior to what you can do." The queen mother looked indifferent.

The man overflowed with a low laugh: "If so, I will wait and see."

Su Xi listened to their conversation quietly, pursing her bright red lips and tensing every nerve in her body.

Neither the mother nor the son showed anger, but there was obvious gunpowder mixed in the tone!

Suddenly, they seem to understand why they are here - to welcome the curtain king Ling Yuan back to Beijing.

Regarding this Mu Wang, she traveled through time before she could see his scenes in the future, but she only knew that the Queen Mother had two sons, one was the current Holy Lord Lingjun City, and the other was the Mu Wang Ling Yuan.

"Look, there seems to be Mu Wang over there, and Mu Wang is back!"

I don't know who suddenly said something that sounded extremely exciting.

Su Xi looked forward intently, and could vaguely see a group of people approaching slowly.

But because it was too far away, she couldn't see it clearly.

Subconsciously, she withdrew her eyes and glanced at the queen mother quietly, and finally saw her solemn face become pleasant, she looked forward to it, and even forgot to move the prayer beads in her hand.

Hey, the Queen Mother is biased
Ling Juncheng looked sideways at the direction where the voice came from just now, and there was a dead silence behind him, so quiet that a needle could be heard, everyone lowered their bodies and held their breath.

The courtier who spoke first just now lowered his head to his knees.

The man remained calm, just stood there quietly.

His deep eyes sank along with the gloomy weather, and the breeze blew up a corner of his clothes, and there was an indescribable nobility in the unspeakable and serious appearance of the clothes.

(End of this chapter)