Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

Su Xiaomo was gouged out by Su Yunqin's strict sight. He felt a little sad and swallowed his saliva silently.

Why don't you tell Jun that this is my aunt?

His inquiring eyes looked at his sister as if asking her what had happened.

But my sister just shook her head calmly at him.

For a moment, no one in the hall spoke again.

Jun Minghui also felt a little strange and looked at Su Yunqin, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing." Su Yunqin smiled, "brother Jun, do you want this maid?"

Fengjue dance stood behind her, her head hanging low, but her hands twisted her clothes because of tension.

At this moment, she was like a prisoner, waiting for the emperor's final judgment.

Jun Minghui glanced at fengjue dance with a cold look. His eyes were dark and cold. "No, my queen is the most jealous. If you keep such a woman around, I'm afraid you'll die."

After saying that, he pretended to inadvertently pick up the tea and took a sip.

Su Yunqin's eyes darkened and he was really disappointed.

It's not easy to create opportunities for them, but I didn't expect Jun Minghui to say he didn't want it?

These words blocked what she wanted to say. What else could she say?

Su Yunqin pursed his lips and said after a while, "in that case, it's all right."

Jun Minghui took another look at fengjue dance. The woman's white dress is the simplest style, just like the maid's dress, combing the maid's bun and hanging her head. He can only see her bright and clean forehead, half of which is on the bridge of her nose outside the veil.

He sank his voice and color, and then said, "Yunqin, how can you think of suddenly sending me a maid?"

Didn't you mean to ruin his wedding tomorrow?

"Brother Jun, I also see that you have been staring at others. As an emperor, you suddenly stare at a maid. Aren't you interested?"

This made Jun Minghui's face a little more embarrassed.

He coughed and clenched his fist to his lips to hide his emotions.

Has he been staring at other girls?

Su Yunqin smiled and said, "brother Jun, it's getting late. I'd better go back to wash and rest. I won't disturb you in dealing with state affairs."

Jun Minghui nodded.

Su Yunqin got up and walked out. Feng Jue danced and followed with his head down.

The two children also left skillfully.

As soon as the man left, the hall was very quiet.

The little eunuch beside Jun Minghui said, "I heard that the journey from Tianxuan to Tianyan was not smooth, and I met their Tianxuan rebels. Fortunately, general Wei's bodyguards helped."

"Is there such a thing?" He looked up.

"Yes, emperor, general Wei went to Tianxuan to look for a doctor, but the doctor didn't find it, but now he's completely better."

It's getting a little strange.

Jun Minghui raised his eyebrows. Although he was surprised, he didn't doubt it.

Wei Zifeng was originally a man who hated evil as hatred. He saved people only in the face of Su Yunqin.

What's more, Wei Zifeng's condition can get better, relying entirely on Su Yunqin's help?

Su Yunqin, once she wants to cure her illness, she has never missed it.

The little eunuch muttered, "but... I heard that general Wei always talks to the little maid."

"The little maid covered her face and didn't know who it was. She made empress Tianxuan love to take it with her."

The little eunuch's words made Jun Minghui's heart surge with a strange emotion.

Little maid

Wei Zifeng is also interested in fengjue dance.

He had already heard that they were colleagues from Tianxuan to Tianyan. Wei Zifeng was so willing to escort them, either asking or thinking.

With a "pop", he suddenly threw the memorial in his hand on the table.

This action startled the little eunuch.

The little eunuch looked at Jun Minghui puzzled and asked carefully, "emperor?"

"I'll go to the palace."

The little eunuch said.

The reason why he spoke like this was that he wanted to report what happened in the daytime to the emperor. There was no other meaning. He also wanted to remind the emperor to be careful of general Wei Zifeng.

……

A temporary imperial palace.

Su Yunqin had just entered the bath barrel to take a bath. Feng Jue dance stood on her side and said softly, "sister Huang, did you just deliberately remind him?"

"Silly girl, if I don't remind him, how can he know you are fengjue dance." Su Yunqin glanced at her gently, and the white mist floated on her beautiful face, with a bit of cunning in her gentleness.

The wind Jue dance picked up a handful of water and poured it on her shoulder.

"Sister Huang, don't force..."

And it's too late for Jun Minghui to hate her.

In the past, she was obsessed with her. I'm afraid he hated her very much. Now he should be happy to know that no one bothered him anymore.

Su Yunqin lay on the bath bucket and looked at her gently. She saw that she was drooping her eyes, all lost in her eyes.

"You actually want him to recognize you? After all, Wei Zifeng can recognize you. Why can't he recognize you?"

The wind never dances and bites his lips.

"Oh, well, he will get married tomorrow. If you don't fight for more, he will really leave you."

Su Yunqin's words are undoubtedly like a heavy hammer on the new of fengjue dance.

The wind Jue danced and hugged the water for a moment, but his heart was a little heavy.

Outside the palace gate, xiaofengzi said softly, "empress, your majesty Tianyan wants to see you."

The sound of xiaofengzi just broke the depression in the bathroom.

Su Yunqin pushed the wind Jue dance, "you go."

"He came to see you..."

"No, he just came to you with my head. Go and see him." Su Yunqin squinted.

She's still in the shower and it's inconvenient for her to meet people.

Wind Jue dance gently bit her lower lip, and she was still thinking about how to refuse.

Su Yunqin seemed to be able to see through her mind at a glance and said in a voice, "you girl, why are you so stubborn? I'm taking a bath now. How can I see him? It's inconvenient."

"Then I'll turn him down for you." Feng Jue danced, his eyes flashed slightly, and finally walked out.

Su Yunqin, lying on the bath bucket, smacked her tongue secretly. She didn't know what the girl was uncomfortable with.

"Mom, Hei hei..." Su Xiaomo's strange laughter came from the bath bucket.

Su Yunqin lay down beside the bath bucket and looked down. He just saw Su Xiaomo coming with a small bench.

"Mom, I'll rub your back."

"Brother, why are you fooling around? Only my father and I can rub my mother's back. If my father knows, he will clean you up." Su Xiaoye also said with great dissatisfaction, "Dad is a vinegar jar."

Su Yunqin smiled and looked at the two children quarrelling over such a small matter. It was very interesting.

Su Xiaomo puffed up his cheeks.

"Mom, Dad, when will there be news?" Since the mention of dad, there is a little sadness on the little faces of the two children.

If only my father were there, there would be four of them.

Su Yunqin's eyes darkened.

Yes, why hasn't Feng Qianmo heard from you yet?

As before, the rebel assassin suddenly said that Feng Qianmo was dead. Although he knew it was false as soon as he heard the news, it caused a ripple in his heart.

……

When Feng Jue danced out of the palace, he saw the Qingjun tall man standing outside the palace.

She saluted on the.

"See the emperor, long live the emperor."

Her voice was deliberately soft, like an artificial cover up.

Jun Minghui's eyes darkened for a few minutes, walked to fengjue dance and said gently, "You raise your head."

Feng Jue danced with his heart pounding.

"Look up." Jun Minghui ordered again.

There is no coldness in the past at this moment. Instead, they are domineering and awe inspiring.

Feng Jue danced and pursed her lips. She still raised her head. Anyway, there was a veil, and she didn't worry.

Seeing these eyes, Jun Minghui's pupils suddenly shrunk.

That day, a woman bumped into his arms at the gate of Tianxuan Royal College. He doubted whether it was fengjue dance. However, she ran too fast, so he didn't study it deeply.

Today, the man knelt in front of him. He was so slow that he didn't recognize him at the beginning.

Aren't these eyes the eyes of fengjue dance?

Feng Jue danced and pursed his lips, "emperor?"

"Get up." He came forward and picked her up.

The attendants and palace people behind him were stunned. Looking at Jun Minghui, he took the initiative to help up a maid. What's special about this maid?

Fengjue dance was picked up by someone. His heart missed a beat and quickly stepped back.

She thought about how to ruin the man's wedding before she came.

But now, she suddenly figured it out.

The man may not be suitable for her at all.

Why should she linger if it suits her?

She suddenly retreated, which was obviously a evasive move, which made the man's heart sink suddenly, and there was a trace of complex emotions that were difficult to tell wandering in the bottom of her heart.

"Emperor, our empress is taking a bath. If you have something to do, wait in the hall for a moment?" Wind Jue dance, drooping eyes and eyelids, gently explain.

Her voice, which was deliberately covered up, still let Jun Minghui hear a little.

Jun Minghui gave a gentle, calm voice.

He entered the temple and waited for half an hour.

Half an hour later, Su Yunqin hasn't come out yet.

Jun Minghui leaned slowly on the back of the chair and said, "OK, you're all waiting outside the palace."

The palace men and the bodyguards withdrew.

Feng Jue was stunned and hurriedly wanted to get up and leave, but he was called by Jun Minghui.

"You stop."

After the wind Jue dance, the spine was stiff, and the whole body stood very firm.

It's over. Does he really recognize himself?

This recognized emotion is somewhat complex, like joy and panic.

"Jue dance?" Just when she was upset at the bottom of her heart, Jun Minghui in the rear gently called her.

The wind Jue danced, and his body was extremely stiff.

"What is the emperor talking about?" She pulled the corners of her mouth reluctantly and turned to see him.

Jun Minghui has been very sure that this woman is fengjue dance. Sure enough, I'm not dead

He strode towards her.

Fengjue dance was shocked and turned around to run, but her legs were not as long as Jun Minghui. A man's one step was equal to her two steps, easily blocking her way.

"What are you panicking about?" He blocked her way.