Cold king's poisonous spoiled concubine

A black figure fell from the air and went straight to the study. Looking at the simple study full of bookshelves, Fu Pingyan twisted his eyes, looked at the scene in front of him and looked at the surrounding environment.

When I came to the bookcase, I touched the vase on one side. I couldn't take it down if I wanted to take it, so I immediately turned it. The bookcase on one side also turned slightly, and I saw a partition with a small groove exposed inside.

Fu Pingyan took out the jade pendant in his hand and put it inside. He saw a partition opened with several accounts in it. A sneer flashed across the bottom of his eyes.

Then he took out all the things and put them in his skirt to restore everything to its former appearance.

The next day.

Fu Pingyan returned to the house with accounts and letters in his hand. The more he looked at it, the more gloomy his face became, and the cold on his body couldn't stop coming out.

"Ping Yan, what's the matter with you?" Gu Jingrun and Qian Boyuan came in from the door. They looked at him wearing a night clothes and his face was also gloomy and ugly.

"Ping Yan, you don't look very good. What's the matter with you?" Gu Jingrun came over from one side and wanted to take out the booklet in his hand.

"Don't move." Fu Pingyan said coldly, took out the account book in his hand, put away everything on the table, turned and left, ignoring the two people behind him.

"What's the matter?" Gu Jingrun couldn't help but be afraid. His eyes were really terrible just now.

"Did something happen?" Qian Boyuan touched his chin and looked at his disappeared back.

"But what will happen? What about this invitation?" Gu Jingrun took out the things in her hand and put them in her hand.

"Just give it to the servant." Qian Boyuan, who stood there, called a servant and gave him the things in his hand.

But for a moment, I heard the servant's scream, "what's the matter? Gu Jingrun just sat down and heard a loud voice.

"I don't know." Qian Boyuan also looked sideways and saw Fu Pingyan chasing the servants there, with a sword in his hand behind him.

"What's going on?" Gu Jingrun looked at Fu Pingyan in front of him, hurried over and knocked Fu Pingyan to the ground.

"I'll do it lightly. Now I'd better carry him back. Boyuan, you call Shen Zhuohua." Gu Jingrun said, and Fu Pingyan carried him in.

Shen family.

Qian Boyuan came to Shen Zhuohua's courtyard and just saw Shen Zhuohua dressing up.

"Young master Qian, what are you?" the moon shadow said with a puzzled look when he saw him coming in.

"Yueying, I have something urgent to see you, miss." Qian Boyuan knew it was unreasonable, but the situation was urgent. He was worried that Gu Jingrun could not control Fu Pingyan.

"What happened?" Shen Zhuohua heard the sound and came out of the room with a frown.

"Miss Shen, I'm sorry, but something happened to Pingyan. I need your help." Qian Boyuan saw him and quickly bowed.

"What's the matter with Pingyan?" Shen Zhuohua frowned and looked worried.

"I'll know when Miss Shen goes with me." Qian Boyuan hurried over and took Shen Zhuohua in his arms. "I've offended."

Marquis house.

"Offended." Qian Boyuan put Shen Zhuohua on the ground and said respectfully.

Without waiting for Shen Zhuohua to speak, he heard Gu Jingrun's voice from Fu Pingyan's room behind him. Shen Zhuohua hurriedly pushed the door in and saw Fu Pingyan chasing Gu Jingrun behind.

"Miss Shen, I'll leave it to you." Gu Jingrun closed the door and left Shen Zhuohua standing there.

"Ping Yan." looking at the man in front of him, his eyes were scarlet and angry, and Shen Zhuohua's heart clicked.

Fu Pingyan's eyes were also scarlet, but his movements were stiff.

"Pingyan." Shen Zhuohua felt distressed when he saw him like this. "Pingyan." his indifferent voice was also distressed. He walked over in three steps and held him in his arms.

"Burning Hua..." Fu Pingyan still put his sword on the ground and held her tightly in his arms.

"Ping Yan, you..." before Shen Zhuohua finished, he was held to the bed by Fu Ping Yan. Without waiting to speak, his thin lips were blocked, and his lip petals immediately felt painful.

This is not a kiss, this is gnawing. Their breathing is gradually heavy, and the bloody smell is also strong between them.

For a while, Shen Zhuohua felt that his breathing was not enough, "uh... Pingyan..."

Fu Pingyan's Scarlet fundus also gradually recovered Qingming. He was stunned when he looked at Shen Zhuohua's lips red and bloodstained.

"Huohua, I'm sorry." Fu Pingyan held her in his arms and buried his face in her neck. His voice was also a little stuffy.

"Ping Yan, what's the matter with you?" Shen Zhuohua raised his hand around his neck and asked in a low voice.

"Zhuo Hua, I got Meng Li's account and correspondence. My Fu family was loyal to protect our country. Finally, my father died in the hands of the emperor."

Fu Pingyan's voice was also sour, unspeakable bitterness.

"How could it?" Shen Zhuohua's heart was also shocked and couldn't believe looking at the bed curtain above his head.

"Ah..." Fu Pingyan sneered, loosened his waist and picked up those letters from himself.

Shen Zhuohua looked at the letter in front of him, and his face was gloomy. It was strange that he would be so angry.

"What are you going to do?" Shen Zhuohua couldn't help looking at him.

"Huohua, if I were the emperor, would you like to be the queen?"

After a while, Fu Pingyan explained aloud.

"Good." Shen Zhuohua heard the speech, his eyes drooped, and said faintly.

This time it's Fu Pingyan's turn to be stunned, "it may be very dangerous. Have you thought about it?"

"If I don't agree, will you let me go?" Shen Zhuohua smiled and looked at his face.

"No," Fu Pingyan said aloud without thinking.

"Since I won't, what am I afraid of? There's no turning back, is there?" Shen Zhuohua chuckled and glanced at the man in front of him.

Fu Pingyan's eyes were gentle and a smile flashed across him.

"Just don't be too hasty and come a little." Shen Zhuohua opened his mouth indifferently.

"OK." Fu Pingyan, with a dote in his eyes, picked up one side of the ointment and gently applied it to her lip flap.

"Sorry to hurt you."

"I know how you feel." Shen Zhuohua shook his head and said softly. I'm afraid it would be crazy to be his own.

Fu Pingyan stood there, took her hand and walked out together.

"I said that as long as Miss Shen was there, everything would be fine." Gu Jingyu teased.