Five-year-pregnant concubine: the emperor's favor is too much

Chapter 72 A Bright Sadness (Part [-])

"Oh? Your Majesty has praised you, and I really dare not be a humble minister to ask for advice."

Xue Qingcheng bowed slightly, smiling brightly, showing no emotion.

But he was a little upset in his heart, not knowing what kind of tricks Nangongyan wanted to play.

"Then why don't we go to the refinery to have fun?"

While Nangong Yan was talking, her eyes never left Hong'er.

"Okay!"

After finishing speaking, he turned and followed him towards the direction of the court order.

Hong'er's heart, the heart that wants to die is all there.

How does the emperor want to punish her? Why does he have such a strong premonition.

I will be very unfortunate!

Very dissatisfied, super dissatisfied, what, I can't get in a word, and I was stared at innocently for so long.

The sun suddenly came on.

The scorching temperature is really burning, and the thirst is unbearable.

I don't know what the two men in front of me are going to do. Standing there, I seem to think of the house, it's so hot here.

Under the scorching sun, the weapons shine brightly, dazzling, dazzling.

Huge iron chains, blood-stained stakes, and sharp guns.

Watching her burst into cold.

Are these two going to fight to the death?

No, absolutely, absolutely must not let him hurt the prince.

"How do you compete?" He rushed to the emperor without using honorifics at all.

Eunuch Cao, who was standing next to her, gave her frequent winks, signaling not to provoke the emperor.

You know, right now, he is on the verge of anger, but he is just covering it up so deeply.

"Oh? Are you interested?" He stared at her bitterly, looking at him with interest, but really wanted to know what she wanted to do.

"No, it's just, don't hurt the prince!" The stubborn words did not show weakness.

Like a bolt from the blue, it hit his heart very painfully, very painfully.

The sun was very dazzling, so his eyes slipped a little wet for a moment.

Her big eyes just stared at him like that, but he avoided and packed up his emotions.

"Okay, I came up with a game rule. The previous games were very boring."

"Oh?" Xue Qingcheng was puzzled, looking at him to see what kind of tricks he would have.

"How about using her as an archery target? Somebody pulled her 100 meters away and put an apple on her head." The tone was firm and unquestionable.

Xue Qingcheng was stunned, never expecting that he would have such a move.

It's just that I can't rest assured in my heart.

Although he is a well-known archery master in the whole city and has never made a mistake, but this time...
Seeing her being dragged away in a panic, so frightened, his heart couldn't bear it.

He even doubted his skills for the first time, because this is a human life, or...

"What? So unconfident? Not like you?" Nangong Yan finished speaking and handed over the bow and arrow.

"Today, whoever wins, she will be his, ha ha," added a sentence.

While talking and laughing, carefully observe his expression, the expression is so dull, but the clenched fists reveal all his emotions.

"Okay!" Pretended to be relaxed, but ended up bowing and arrowing, striding, pressing the waist, and drawing the bow.

He squinted his eyes to aim, but the bow and arrow in his hand was as heavy as a thousand catties, and thin strands of sweat were already oozing from his forehead under the scorching sun.

The distance was too far, Hong'er's crying sound became more and more indistinct, and she could only vaguely see the shape of her mouth opening and closing.

And her distorted face because of fear, so terrified, so heart-wrenching.

Nangong Yan stood aside with a calm expression on his face, but in his heart he was filled with endless anger and worry towards her.

He clenched his fists quietly, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

If he dared to miss his shot and hit her, he would not let him go.

However, there was a little bit of regret in my heart again, regretting my impulse.

He was suddenly terrified, very afraid that he would hit the shot, and very afraid that he would miss the shot.

The heart has never been so contradictory.

(End of this chapter)