Kuaishou Little Ancestor: The God of Blackening is Begging for Responsibility Again

Chapter 157 The Emperor’s Brother, Don’t Be Violent (23)
His tone was sour, he could drink a can of vinegar.

Zhao Zhiyuan seemed to try his best to think back, and asked: "Why don't I know, when did I favor other court ladies?"

When mentioning this, Fei Jue became furious, turned over, faced him, and pushed a little distance between the two of them by the way.

"Since the emperor knows that the concubine has been to your Hall of Mental Cultivation, don't treat the concubine as a fool."

"Ok?"

Seeing that he still didn't repent, Fei Jue took two deep breaths, and said again: "At that time, that maid came out of your Yangxin Palace crying and disheveled. How dare you tell me that nothing happened?"

"Oh, that's right. It's not surprising that the emperor favors a little palace lady. It's the concubine who made all the fuss."

Before Zhao Zhiyuan could open his mouth, Fei Jue turned on him again.

Zhao Zhiyuan was a little helpless, put the hand on her waist, and hugged her with a little strength.

With the tip of the nose touching, Zhao Zhiyuan said, "Ah Jue's logic is inherently problematic."

Fei never paid attention to him.

He continued: "Since she is favored by me, which court lady would not want to take this opportunity to fly on a branch and become a phoenix? Why would she cry?"

Scarlet Jue: "..."

It seems so.

But she refused to admit it, and said bravely: "Not everyone is like this. What if that maid doesn't like you at all? What if someone has a sweetheart?"

"Then what if she wanted to climb my dragon bed and was kicked out by me?"

"..."

In this way, it seems that Zhao Zhiyuan's statement is more tenable.

Zhao Zhiyuan explained to her honestly this time, "You should also know that I was in a bad mood that night. I drank a lot of wine in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, so I got confused and called your name at that maid. , she thought of Yixin."

Using the excuse of pouring wine, the court lady rushed to him desperately. Although Zhao Zhiyuan was drunk, he knew that Fei Jue was never such a person.

He got angry and kicked her out.

If he had been a little more awake that night, he might have killed the maid directly.

The next day, the court lady was transferred to the Clothes Bureau.

"That's just your one-sided statement. Who knows what's going on."

Zhao Zhiyuan didn't bother to lie, Fei Jue knew it, but he didn't expect that he had been misunderstood for so many days, and his face was a little uncomfortable.

But Zhao Zhiyuan became a little anxious, raised his hand to support her head, and made her look at him very seriously, "If you don't believe me, I'll call that maid right now for you to interrogate carefully."

Fei Jue averted his eyes, and said firmly: "No need, I don't care."

Zhao Zhiyuan heard her unnaturalness, and also knew that her mouth was stiff now, so he asked with a smile: "Really?"

"Oh, you're annoying, go away, I'm going to bed."

Fei Jue pushed him and tried to turn around.

But Zhao Zhiyuan didn't follow her, and gently kissed her cheek and lips, and said in a low voice: "Now, would you like to sleep with me?"

She should have no reason to refuse now.

But when Zhao Zhiyuan was about to make a move, Fei Jue suddenly remembered what happened that day again, pushed him away slightly, and said with a guilty conscience: "The assassin of that day... the emperor won't pursue it?"

Zhao Zhiyuan paused, and for a moment, his thin lips hooked slightly, then he lowered his head and kissed her, "What about you? Do you want me to investigate?"

Of course Fei Jue doesn't want to.

So, she put her arms around his neck, kissed him actively in response, and said with a low voice, "The concubine now naturally wants to serve the emperor well."

(End of this chapter)