Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

Su Yunqin bowed his head. The emperor's eyes were as sharp as a knife and gouged out her head.

She was not frightened, but the old man's eyes of the emperor made her extremely disgusted.

"Su Yunqin, look up." The emperor saw that she had been staring at her for a long time. She was unconscious and hung her head. Long Yan was unhappy in an instant.

Su Yunqin pretended to be frightened.

"The courtiers are frightened. How can long Yan let the courtiers look directly at her."

She has also heard that the emperor is a Yan Kong. She likes those who look good and hates those who are ugly. If the emperor looks at his face and can't think of bringing her into the harem, it will be troublesome.

Just thinking, the emperor's dignified voice was heavier: "raise your head, my order!"

Su Yunqin slightly turned his head and looked at Lin Wenyuan. Lin Wenyuan gently nodded at her. She had to look up at the emperor.

Looking at this beautiful plain face, the emperor's expression was so bleary for a moment.

He shook his mind for a moment and stepped back a few steps slightly. He felt unspeakable sadness. The melancholy mood lingered in the eyes of the emperor for a long time and disappeared.

Su Yunqin didn't understand the emperor's expression and looked at Lin Wenyuan puzzled.

But in response, only Lin Wenyuan shook his head heavily.

"Like, it's so like, Wen Yuan, don't you think so?" The emperor suddenly called Lin Wenyuan.

The expression on Lin Wenyuan's face was slightly stiff and nodded slowly, "emperor, you..."

Su Yunqin knelt there, cocked up his ears and listened to the words of the two elders. His eyebrows were raised gently, which was unbelievable. The emperor rarely called Lin Wenyuan "Wenyuan". When he often called Lin Wenyuan, it showed that his mood fluctuated.

Like, it should refer to her mother.

The emperor was still sighing when he came out of the small wind behind the screen.

"See the emperor." Xiaofengzi was not in a hurry when he saw the emperor. He made a mysterious etiquette towards the emperor, and his expression was neither humble nor arrogant.

Seeing him doing so, the emperor frowned and turned to look at Lin Wenyuan. "You're all flat."

He turned his head and looked at xiaofengzi. "How's the princess's face?"

"Your Majesty, the princess is all right." Xiaofengzi smiled and turned to call the person behind the screen, "princess, please come out!"

The emperor frowned.

It can be seen from xiaofengzi's etiquette that this is a person from Tianxuan country.

If it had not been for this, he would have sent someone to drag out the uncivilized slave and put him to death.

Behind the screen came the sound of flustered footsteps, and then came a startling cry of Leng Xingyue: "it's really good!"

She came out from behind the screen, carried the skirt corner, quickly avoided the residue on the ground and came forward a few steps.

"Father!"

Looking at the face of the cold star moon in front of me, it's as smooth as a freshly peeled egg, soft and white. It's hard to imagine that it was really disfigured before.

When she was happy, she quickly took the emperor's arm and shook it constantly with a little coquetry.

"My father, my son and minister are all right. My father won't dislike my son and minister, will he?"

The emperor heaved a sigh.

"Since the princess is all right, the emperor, the minister took Yunqin to leave first." Lin Wenyuan quickly arched his hands.

"Yes, there are no slaves here? Our majesty is still waiting for the slaves to go back and serve." Xiaofengzi also said with a smile.

The emperor looked at xiaofengzi strangely. Even if he had questions, he didn't say anything. He raised his sleeves and waved.

"All right, you all step back!"

He remembered that there was still a eunuch missing in the palace. At this moment, another eunuch emerged, who was still the close eunuch next to Emperor Tianxuan.

What the hell was Emperor Xuan doing that day?

Looking at the person leaving, Leng Xingyue first gouged out Su Yunqin's back.

That woman looks so good. No wonder she will fascinate the man she likes. What if she destroys it?

The bottom of her eyes twinkled with cunning light, and she had her own plan in the bottom of her heart.

The emperor turned back his eyes, "you, don't annoy Su Yunqin in the future, do you hear me?"

"Father emperor, my son and minister are wronged. Why did my son and minister ever provoke her? Those who are good will be destroyed, and my son and minister will be wronged."

"Well, don't mess with that damn man."

"But... My ministers have been fond of him for a long time." Leng Xingyue was in a hurry as soon as she heard it.

No one is allowed to stop her pursuit of love, not even the son of heaven.

The emperor's face suddenly sank and warned with a gloomy voice, "why do so many men like that man alone? Do you still like him? If you don't want to die, be safe. I'll choose a son-in-law for you in a few days."

Cold Xingyue suddenly shook her body.

But soon she was relieved.

If she chooses her son-in-law, can she let the ghost faced man join?

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Out of the princess's bedroom, Lin Wenyuan was about to leave the palace, but Su Yunqin called him.

"Uncle, I want to go to the palace." She glanced at xiaofengzi.

Xiaofengzi was annoyed by the eyes she delivered from time to time. She was a little hairy at the bottom of her heart and didn't dare to look at her.

Lin Wenyuan looked at her strangely and nodded after a long time.

"OK, I'll go back to the house first."

"OK, I'll see my uncle another day." Su Yunqin grabbed xiaofengzi's collar and left.

Xiaofengzi suddenly strangled his throat and struggled for a while. He wanted to cry without tears and looked at Lin Wenyuan for help. Unfortunately, Prime Minister Lin didn't see it at all and had raised his feet and left.

"Miss Su, Miss Su, if you don't run away, you're going to strangle me!"

Su Yunqin let go of his collar.

"Is your master in the palace now?" She asked on purpose.

This is full of tempting words, which almost caught xiaofengzi.

"Of course... Yes." Fortunately, he was quick witted and immediately changed to in.

Feng qianluo is still in the palace, but his master is not in the palace. If you say you're not there, don't you tell Su Yunqin in disguise that Feng Qianmo is his master?

Su Yunqin's eyes were slightly dark, and his steps kept going to the palace.

Xiaofengzi followed and gently stroked the cold sweat on his forehead.

The girl is so smart.

Walking to the gate of the palace, xiaofengzi was first pushed to the front to lead the way.

As soon as I stepped into the palace gate, the sound of silk and bamboo came from the palace. Besides being pleasant, there were the voices of girls.

In the hall, five dancers in Tulle whirled and danced with charming and wonderful posture. The gauze in their hands intertwined into a barrier in front of them, so that they couldn't see the situation in the hall.

In the high position, the man in snow-white grabbed the wine lamp in one hand and shook the folding fan in the other hand.

Su Yunqin approached, and xiaofengzi coughed awkwardly.

Hearing the cough, Feng qianluo put down the wine.

"Ah, Huang... Miss Su." It was breathtaking. He almost called out "sister-in-law Huang". Fortunately, he changed his words in time.

Su Yunqin didn't pay attention to his tone and words. He looked around the hall and didn't see the figure of wiping Xuan clothes.

"What's wrong with Miss Su?" Feng qianluo took back the folding fan and looked at Su Yunqin sharply.

She's obviously looking for someone.

"It's nothing. I just came to see your majesty." She turned her eyes back and lowered her eyes slightly, as if she really respected her.

Feng qianluo already knew her true character. But today, Su Yunqin didn't apply powder on his face, so he knew what national beauty is.

His royal brother is really brilliant. He can see how beautiful Su Yunqin looks through such thick powder. He really admires him.

However, you can't see more.

Fengqianluo didn't respond. There was only the sound of silk and bamboo in the hall.

"Cough, your majesty, servant..." xiaofengzi stretched out his hand and pointed to himself.

In fact, he wanted to express whether he had to continue to follow Su Yunqin according to his Majesty's orders.

Feng qianluo nodded.

"Oh, by the way, looking at Miss Su alone, it's a little tired to take care of the two children, so put this xiaofengzi next to Miss Su and take care of Miss Su."

"No." Su Yunqin frowned and refused directly.

She looked again.

The man is weak and dandy. He doesn't know what disease he has.

"There is no need. If not, Gu will... Kill xiaofengzi."

Feng qianluo said with a serious face, learning the tone of his royal brother.

Xiaofengzi's face changed greatly and quickly knelt at Su Yunqin's feet.

"Miss Su, take in the slaves!"

Su Yunqin's eyebrows shook twice.

Clearly see that they are deliberately acting, also clearly know that Feng qianluo is impossible to kill xiaofengzi, but she still agreed.

"OK."

According to her intuition, xiaofengzi still has many secrets, but xiaofengzi refuses to say it.

Feng qianluo happily opened the folding fan, "that's good, that's good, you get along well!"

"..." always felt something was wrong.

Su Yunqin glanced at the hall again, coughed softly, lowered his voice and asked, "Your Majesty, when will Mr. Murong come back?"

It seemed awkward for her to ask.

Feng qianluo smiled and bent his eyes. The color of joy was completely happy for his royal brother.

If brother Huang knew that a woman was thinking about him during his departure, I'm afraid he would be very happy?

"Well, I don't know. Brother Wuxin is also the leader of the demon sect after all. He is not an ordinary person."

Su Yunqin didn't say anything. He didn't even bother to salute. He turned and walked out.

She seemed to be thinking and stroking her chin out.

Xiaofengzi looked at her back, looked back at Feng qianluo, and quickly caught up with her footsteps.

He turned his eyes and whispered, "Miss Su, in fact, just the eight Princesses' face, don't you wonder what the slave did?"

Su Yunqin glanced at him.

"Did you give her a temporary repair ointment?"

"Oh, the sect leader is really powerful." Xiaofengzi nodded with a smile, looked around, came up to Su Yunqin's ear and said, "the slave gave her the medicine and told her to wipe it every three days, and then her skin must be smoother and more moist. It's a long time... Basically, that face will rot in a year."

"Or your master's orders?" Su Yunqin narrowed his eyes.

Well, is this cruel method really ordered by the dandy looking man in the temple?