025, this king will see you tomorrow

On this day, Shen Ji'er suddenly came to see Fu Yi, and the two exchanged a few polite words. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Fu Yi was still guessing her intentions in her heart, and Shen Ji'er suddenly changed her words, "You are good in everything, but you are straighter." If you offend people, you don't know it, and you will be punished for nothing. Others didn't know what was going on, and they thought that His Royal Highness couldn't get along with the Queen Mother. ā€

Fu Yi has always been unable to understand why he was grounded, listening to Shen Ji'er's words, how can there be a reason not to ask.

Shen Xi'er originally refused to say it, but she was anxious to ask by Fu Yi, so she told her - a few days ago, His Royal Highness's injury was taken care of by Su Huan......

Before he finished speaking, Fu Yi interrupted with a sneer, "I see." I'm underestimating her. ā€

"She was in the palace and didn't know the rules. Even the Queen Mother collided, so Her Royal Highness thought about it. It's just that in the end, I helped His Highness, you look at His Highness, you can pass it. ā€

Fu Yi raised his eyebrows and interrupted in a cold voice, "I have my own opinions on this matter, Shang Yi can rest assured." ā€

After sending Shen Hui'er away, Fu Yi went to the main hall to ask to see Xian Yushu, under the pretext of the messy stacks in the back corridor, hoping to avoid Su Huan's punishment and let her out on a business trip.

Xian Yushu's cold starry eyes swept towards her, and only agreed, "Got it." ā€

Fu Yi stood in place and didn't move, his eyes were cold, "Anything else?" ā€

"Beichen wants to ask, Su Huan ......" Fu Yi dared to continue to ask, but was cut off by the chill in Xian Yu's eyes.

Fu sometimes stepped forward to play a round game, "The waiter is busy, we will watch this thing be done." ā€

Fu Yi was annoyed in her heart, and in front of Xian Yushu, she didn't dare to show the slightest, and left the hall in response.

Standing outside the door, his cold eyes looked at Su Huan's courtyard, resentful and vicious!

Su Huan, you will fall into my hands one day.

At the wrong time at noon, Su Huan just got up after a noon, wearing a plain gown, her long hair was still braided into two braids, and she sat alone under the porch to mend old books, looking serious and focused.

Xian Yushu watched by the door, and there was a feeling of anger in her heart - these days, she is so upset, why is she so leisurely.

"You're idle. Is this a punishment, or a blessing! ā€

Su Huan was startled, raised his eyes, and saw the cold starry eyes, and a light sigh unconsciously overflowed from his lips, and he got up to salute, "Your Highness is a thousand years old." ā€

It's the appearance of this rejection of thousands of people again!

The disputes that night were all returned, and Xian Yu was cold when he was on the board.

Su Zhe happened to take the paste, and when he saw that Xian Yushu was coming, a touch of surprise quickly flashed on his meticulous face, and he was busy smiling and saluting, and asked Cao Yousheng to pour tea and hold it himself, "Huan'er's own jasmine slices, Your Highness tastes them." ā€

Xian Yushu took it and tasted it, "It tastes good." His eyes swept over the small case and picked up an old book casually, "Since you have the strength to do these idle things, you can serve tea to the main hall from tomorrow." ā€

Forget it, it's always herself who cares about suffering, so why bother.

Su Huan raised his eyes in amazement, and before he could speak, Xian Yushu narrowed his starry eyes coldly, "What, don't you want to?" ā€

If this woman dares to say yes, I will resist her now!

Su Huan lowered his head, "The maid is a palace maid, and she is not qualified to serve tea in Suichutang." ā€

Xian Yu was slightly stunned, leaned forward, put his thin lips to her ear, and laughed in a low voice, "Are you asking me for a seal?" ā€

This look, this speech, is like a prodigal son who climbs steeply.

Su Huan subconsciously frowned, took half a step back, and twisted his head.

Xian Yushu sensed her annoyance and knew that he was Meng Lang. There was some sneering on his face, he opened his mouth to explain, and even wanted to accompany him, but he really couldn't say it in front of people.

Finally, he straightened up and lifted the regent's shelf, "In short, the king of tomorrow wants to see your people in the Suichu Hall!" ā€