The emperor's angry words rushed out of his dark lips: "I heard that you threw Concubine Lan's niece outside the palace. ”

Qing Li didn't say anything, her face was very calm, this is the case, she has nothing to defend.

The emperor's angry face was even worse, "It's really more and more rude, you act like this, but have you thought about what she will do in the future, what will her reputation become!"

The emperor paused, as if thinking of something, and his tone was slightly softened.

But after a while, the anger replaced the rare resonance, and said, "When your mother is here, she has watched over you, and she has not caused any trouble. Now that your mother has not been gone for a long time, you are so arrogant and domineering, and you don't know how to be polite!"

Qing Li saw her father mention her mother, the ice in her eyes was replaced by the burning anger, and her elbows ached faintly.

He knew in his heart why her mother died, if it weren't for his ruthlessness and his step-by-step pressing, how could her queen mother die, and he didn't even see the last side of his mother.

When she thought that her father, the emperor had acted as a loving father before, and at the same time connived at Nan Ling's kidnapping, the pain that emanated from her bone marrow buried her like a flood that erupted.

Her eyes were sore and swollen, and she replied coldly, "Do you remember the queen mother? I thought you had forgotten everything!"

Concubine Lan moved in the emperor's arms, and raised her little face with tears stained.

Hurriedly took the opportunity to add to the fire, and said in a soft voice that could drip water: "How can the princess speak to the emperor like this? The princess thinks that I am a little concubine and can't get into your eyes, and you insult me and bully my niece, but the emperor is your father, you are like this, like this..."

Concubine Lan's red mouth like a rose opened silently, as if she couldn't say it anymore, but the unspoken words were much better than the effect of her direct choreography.

The emperor's angry mouth was numb, his voice was like a war drum, and he roared: "It seems that it is not possible to punish you, you dare to talk to me like this, you are not allowed to leave your dormitory for a month, I will send a few steamed buns over, and let them teach you the rules well!"

Qingli's already thin body trembled slightly, her cuffs had been wrinkled by her, and her volume was raised, "Why did the queen mother die, you know in your heart, how can you mention the queen mother so plainly!

Seeing that the emperor's breathing was heavy, Concubine Lan hurriedly stroked the emperor's chest with her soft and boneless hand.

Then he raised his watery eyes and said: "In order to mourn the first queen, the emperor has not established a new queen, how can the princess say that the emperor is ruthless?"

Concubine Lan said this, which can not only further instigate the relationship between the emperor and Qingli, but also imply that after the mourning, you can stand up, but it is a taste of killing two birds with one stone.

After speaking, she looked at the emperor, as if she wanted to go through the skin and into the emperor's heart.

Her head moved slightly, and she retracted the emperor's chest, rubbing her little face lightly for a moment.

Qingli looked at them coldly, watching them sing and sing.

Qingli's lips, which were originally pale pink like petals, seemed to have a layer of frost at the moment, and she said, "Are you finished? I can go!"

Qing Li tried her best to resist the dark liquid that had broken through from the bottom of her heart due to strong mood swings and broke into her sandalwood sip.