The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 8

Everyone, you speak my word.

Only the queen walked ahead without speaking.

Concubine Ming saw that the queen was silent, so she quickened her pace and followed.

"Empress, do you think what the concubines say is unreasonable?"

Hearing this, the queen stopped, then turned around and swept towards the crowd.

After a brief silence, she lightly parted her pursed red lips.

"No matter how reasonable your words are, it is the most real thing to get the emperor's favor. If you have time to play tricks here, you might as well think more about what is not pleasing the emperor."

After the sentence fell, embarrassment flashed across everyone's faces.

The queen didn't finish her sentence, so she continued to add: "What the queen mother said just now is very clear, no one is allowed to bully her Xixi, if you want to try yourselves, I will not stop you, but don't come when the time comes Crying and begging Ben Gong for help."

After finishing speaking, the queen left quickly accompanied by the court lady Fengye.

The concubines stopped in place, and the word depression was written on everyone's face.

"Hmph, the queen mother is clearly protecting her shortcomings, and the queen is doing everything possible to please the queen mother. How could she be an enemy of Concubine Su! The queen mother asked us to think about what is not to please the emperor. She herself entered the palace before us, why haven't I figured it out yet? One is not to please the emperor!"

Concubine Ming muttered in dissatisfaction.

Concubine Jing, who was holding her wrist, gently tugged at her arm to hint at her, and she pursed her lips unconvinced, and walked forward with Concubine Jing.

Concubine Wen, who walked at the end without interjecting, looked at the queen's back, slightly curled her lips, raised her high eyebrows even higher, and a mysterious and unpredictable look flashed in her eyes
Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Ling Juncheng sat behind the desk, rubbing the center of his brows with his slender fingers.

The two sword eyebrows were deeply knit together, and the handsome facial features were covered with a thick layer of haze that could not be dispelled.

The entire Hall of Mental Cultivation was filled with extremely low air pressure.

Zhang Deming stood aside with his waist bent, wanted to say something, tried several times eagerly, but finally stopped talking.

He glanced at the exquisite and small mahogany box on the desk, and then at the Long Live Lord who had been rubbing his eyebrows for more than half an hour, feeling suspicious in his heart.

Thinking back when the Queen Mother bestowed the marriage, Lord Long Live disagreed.

Concubine Su's clinginess, not to mention Long Live Lord doesn't like it, even he is afraid when seeing her.

But yesterday, why did Long Live Lord...
"Zhang Deming, how much did I drink yesterday?"

When Zhang Deming was thinking, the man suddenly opened his mouth, and his voice was very magnetic.

"One, two,."

Zhang Deming parted his fingers and thought hard about the memory.

Finally, he held out three fingers and shook them.

"Three cups?"

The man frowned with his handsome sword eyebrows.

"No, Your Majesty, it's the three jars"

Zhang Deming answered cautiously.

"You dog slave, why don't you stop me!"

When the King's subwoofer was turned on, Zhang Deming was frightened and shook his body violently.

He just felt a sudden chill invade his internal organs, and he lowered his waist even lower, as if his whole body was almost stuck to the ground.

"Reporting to the emperor, this servant wanted to stop you, but you kicked him out of Qingyue Palace."

Zhang Deming's desire to survive is overwhelming.

Recalling what happened yesterday, he felt that he was really wronged.

Lord Long Live drank three jars before going to Qingyue Palace, and when he went to Qingyue Palace, he looked like a normal person.

He was thinking, Master drank so much wine, let's give him a hand.

But which one just stretched out its hand, it was kicked away by the Long Live Lord.

The master told him to go away, saying that he was annoyed.
He was blown away when Long Live Lord was awake!

"I told you to go and you go?"

Ling Juncheng's tone became more serious.

"Even if your majesty tells the slave to die, the slave must die!"

Zhang Deming stammered, feeling that the head on the neck was farther away from the neck
He was very puzzled, according to the drinking capacity of the Long Live Lord, the little drink yesterday was not a problem for the Long Live Lord.

Could it be because Long Live Lord is not easy to let go, so he deliberately borrowed wine to do something, but afterwards he felt humiliated.

After all, he is a king, face is more important than life.

(End of this chapter)