The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 842
Before Zhang Deming could finish his words, Ling Juncheng had already turned away with his slender legs and walked a long way.

Zhang Deming stood at the same spot, watching the figure go straight towards Qingyue Palace and turn back, he swallowed in shock, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

You read that right, the master actually went back to Qingle Palace.

If the master is angry, no one can persuade him.

Now he lost his temper so quickly.
Uh, after all, he still became a wife slave!
After standing still and reacting for a while, Zhang Deming ran and chased him with a slavish look on his waist.

He re-examined the imperial concubine silently in his heart with an attitude of looking up.

When Ling Juncheng returned to Qingyue Palace, he found that the door of the bedroom was locked from the inside.

Locked out of the door, he turned his head to look at Zhang Deming behind him, with a slight embarrassment floating in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, this servant suddenly has a stomachache, so please go and make it easier for me."

With a strong desire to survive, Zhang Deming's brain reacted quickly. He found a reason to withdraw and left hastily. He was afraid that if he was not careful, he would become a fish in the pond.

When he turned around and fled, he finally couldn't hold it back, and ran while covering his mouth while secretly laughing.

The master and son were actually locked out by the noble concubine, he must regret it now and should not have left in a fit of anger.

Then there is a person who wants to save face, but there are people who can subdue him.

Why is he so happy.

Suddenly there was a "plop", because Zhang Deming was so absorbed in laughing, he accidentally stepped on a stone under his feet, and fell to the ground.

Ling Juncheng, who was standing in front of the sleeping hall, looked at him coldly.

The brows that were originally slightly frowned were suddenly deeply frowned.

Even at a distance, Zhang Deming could feel a chill from his back that penetrated into his bone marrow. He shuddered several times in a row, endured the pain and got up from the ground as fast as he could, not daring to look back. My master ran away in a hurry.

It's really joy begets sorrow!
Ling Juncheng exhaled heavily, his face was extremely ugly.

The moonlight gently hit him, making him look charming and confused under the night, but looking at him, he felt a little cold.

He glanced at the direction Zhang Deming was leaving, and after confirming that he had gone far, he relaxed his tense expression.

His eyes were projected on the two closed doors again, and his slender phoenix eyes narrowed and narrowed.

The little goblin looks like a sick cat at ordinary times, but it is a tigress that looks like a vivacious tigress.

Dare to shut him out?
Why didn't you close the palace gate together!
I need to clean up!
Angry is angry, but he still stood in front of the door and didn't turn around to leave.

Stretching out his slender fingers with well-defined knuckles, he rubbed the center of his brows. After a while, he knocked lightly on the door.

In the sleeping hall.

Su Xi was lying on the soft couch in a daze and was about to fall asleep again, but was awakened by a sudden knock on the door.

She turned her head to look at the door, turned over and continued to sleep.

Just as she closed her eyes, there was another knock on the door.

She ignored it.

Just by hearing the knock on the door, she knew that Ling Juncheng was back.

But she didn't intend to open the door.

As soon as he gets angry, he walks away, and when he loses his anger, he comes back whenever he wants, not used to his stinky habit.

The sleeping hall is tightly packed all around, and there is no gap at all. He stood at the door and paced back and forth.

At this moment, he deeply regretted that he turned away in a fit of anger just now.

Now I want to go in, but I can't.

(End of this chapter)