Love in Xuancheng

At noon four days later

"Madam, miss, I've locked myself in the house for four days! If you don't eat or drink, something will really happen! Think of a way!" Caiyu hurried to ask her for advice with a cry.

Shen Hao paced back and forth in front of the hall with his back hands. From time to time, he looked up and looked at his three listless sons lying on the table.

On the battlefield, the confident and resourceful generals were wilting like frost eggplant, and none of them had an idea.

Jin Palace

Luo Chen stood upright in front of Duobao pavilion with his sword. He looked nervous and anxious. He stared at the bottle of jade tripod, as if he wanted to see through it.

"Why hasn't the master come out? It's two days later than expected. Nothing will happen?" Luo Yin turned his head and frowned at Luo Chen on his side.

Luo Chen frowned and kept staring at his jade tripod.

"Do you want to go to ghost cliff to inform Duan moisture?" Luo Yin asked again.

"Don't bother to break the moisture!" as soon as the voice fell, I saw the jade tripod emitting a dazzling light, and the wind moye whirled steadily into the hall.

"Master!" Luo Chen and Luo Yin turned to salute Feng moye.

"Hmm" Feng moye responded faintly and raised his legs to go out.

"Master, I'll..."

Before Luo Chen finished, Feng moye interrupted: "I'll report something when the king comes back."

"It's about the princess!" Luo Chen shouted anxiously to Feng moye.

The foot that Feng moye was about to step out paused in the air, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, turned and picked his eyebrows to look at Luo Chen, who seemed very satisfied with the name Luo Chen called Shen Xingyue.

"The next day the master was closed, the queen made a clear order and withdrew the master's marriage! If Princess Ruoxi humiliated the princess in public in shouxianju, she was divorced because..." Luo Chen lowered her head and secretly aimed at her master, afraid to say anything.

"Go on!" the cold and fierce eyes stared at Luo Chen. The powerful and terrible pressure forced Luo Chen to kneel down.

Luo Chen knows that the Lord is angry! I thought: this group of overestimated mole ants actually implicated him in suffering! Hum! Seize the time to enjoy the limited life quietly and wait to bear the anger of my master!

"Unruly and willful - Waste - stupid - ugly - lazy - steal - steal a man!" at last, Luo Chen pulled out the high voice line, closed his eyes and raised his face, looking like "you have said it and let you dispose of it".

"Death!" for a long time, Feng moye bit his teeth and spit out two words.

Then, there was silence in the hall. After a long time, Feng moye said faintly: "swallow all the branch properties of the Qu family in five days, and let the criminal evidence of the Qu family appear on the desk of Feng Xuancheng ten days later!"

Feng Xuancheng is the name of the current emperor of shangqiong state. Feng moye disdains to regard him as his father. He offered a solemn and quiet sacrifice to the seven princes of Xuancheng, and was awarded the title of King Jiuzhu. He is also the prince. His dignity is self-evident. Therefore, in his eyes, all sentient beings are mole ants, not to mention people in this lower level.

"Yes, master!" Luo Chen was ordered to retreat. Feng moye's voice sounded again: "where is the princess now?"

"Back to the master, Luo Yu sent back the news that the princess locked herself in the room after Shou Xianju returned. It's the fourth day now." Luo Chen's expression was as ugly as eating a dead fly.

The resentful eyes seemed to accuse: why is it always me who reported this kind of news? Who did I provoke? I'm not the one who curses, and I'm not the one who resolves the engagement. Why is it just me who suffers? I want to cry!

The expected punishment didn't come. Luo Chen raised his eyes slightly and looked around. In addition to himself or herself, the master had already disappeared! Master, is this another promotion? Luo Chen scratched his head in doubt.

Shangqiongguo Palace

A thick stack of letter books fell on empress Qu's small table.

"Seven days later is the wedding day between the king and Shen Xingyue. Before noon tomorrow, the decree of marriage must be issued to the Shen family. If you can't do it, you will bear the consequences!" Feng moye's voice is as deep and calm as the lake, without any ups and downs. It's like talking about what to eat for lunch.