Devil Emperor, your mad concubine is beating someone again

Chapter 36 The prince is angry?
She narrowed her eyes and glanced at Ye Er, "Where's Ye Mosha?"

Ye Er felt the chill in Yin Qingxian's body getting deeper and deeper, and hesitated for a moment, "My lord, he is in the study."

Yin Qingxian looked up at Lu Yi, "Lu Yi, you go back to Shiyaxuan first."

After that, she walked towards the study with cold eyes, leaving the guards in a daze.

"The princess just called the prince by his name?"

"Did I hear you right? The princess is too courageous, isn't she?"

"This must be allowed by the prince. Don't forget, the princess is the only woman in the palace. The prince must be unusual to the princess."

……

Ye Er stroked his forehead, pretending to be majestic and said, "What are you talking about, let the prince hear, be careful with your tongues."

"Yes," the surroundings slowly fell silent.

study.

The moment Yin Qingxian pushed the door and entered, she saw Ye Mosha standing next to the book of war with his hands behind his back. His eyebrows were as cold and firm as a sword, and his black hair outlined his side face like a magic axe. He was domineering, and his aura seemed to be The emperor in the dark night is not to be underestimated.

"It looks like a dog," she murmured to herself.

Ye Mosha had already sensed her presence, threw the book in his hand on the shelf, and Mo Tong seemed to glance at her shoulder, "What are you doing here?"

Yin Qingxian's eyes dimmed, and suddenly the corners of her crimson lips curled up into a smile, "Didn't your lord ask this knowingly?"

Ye Mosha's bottomless magic eyes turned to her.

Yin Qingxian shook the folding fan in her hand, took a few steps forward, and sat down on Ye Mosha's seat leisurely, lazily picked up the teacup on the table, poured herself a cup of tea, completely ignoring There was a ghostly chill on Ye Mosha's body.

At this moment, if someone came in, they would be scared to death when they saw the scene in front of them——

The prince stood, his whole body feeling more and more cold, while the princess sat on the prince's seat unaffected.

Ye Mosha's magic eyes, which were as cold as an ice cellar, glanced at the woman who was catching up with him, and their eyes were cold.

Looking at each other, Yin Qingxian smiled, "My lord, what are the concubines doing, do you want to drink tea too?"

After finishing speaking, she slowly picked up the leftover tea she had just drank, "My lord, please."

Everyone knows that the Night King is obsessed with cleanliness, and women are not allowed to be closer than three feet, let alone sit on his seat, and dare to let him drink the tea left by others.

Ye Mosha glanced at the tea in Yin Qingxian's hand, his dark and murderous eyes turned to Zou, and then to Yin Qingxian, his voice was so cold that there was no warmth, "Yin Qingxian, do you want to die?"

The corners of Yin Qingxian's crimson lips curled up, and she put the tea in her hand on the table, "The concubine has always cherished her life and lived a good life, so why would she want to die?"

She stood up slowly, as if thinking of something, she patted the armrest of the seat, "By the way, my lord, your seat is really hard, I think it's time to change it."

The shadow guard who was hiding in the dark almost fell down at this moment. He originally wanted to report the affairs of the Underworld Pavilion for the past month, but he heard these terrifying words——

The princess has been sitting on the prince's seat, and the prince is standing beside her, she still thinks the seat is hard.

Suddenly, seeing Ye Mosha's icy eyes and the freezing temperature in the room, he swallowed in fear, and disappeared in the same place in an instant. Come back later.

inside the house.

Ye Mosha's magic eyes glanced at Zuo Xun, whom Yin Qingxian had patted, and slowly locked onto her, walking towards her with chills all over his body.

Yin Qingxian raised her eyes and looked at him provocatively, "What? Is the prince angry?"

suddenly.

Almost at the same time, Ye Mosha's hand pinched Yin Qingxian's neck, and Yin Qingxian's hand pressed Ye Mosha's Achilles' heel.

The room was eerily quiet, and neither of them seemed to want to let go.

Yin Qingxian narrowed her eyes, eyes full of coldness, "Ye Mosha, why do you restrict me from leaving the house?"

　Little Red Doudou, let's go~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)