Chapter 102: Anger

When the eunuch outside shouted "The emperor is coming", I had just swallowed the last mouthful of Chinese medicine, and Zhao Di was so frightened by this sound that she almost fell out of the small bowl in her hand, and looked at me with a frightened look at me at a loss.

It was Red Sleeves who was the first to react, quickly wiped my mouth with a handkerchief, and ran to the dresser to get a box of lip grease to help me apply it to my mouth.

Although I haven't gone out all day, I still don't dare to deal with my clothes and hair accessories, the palace clothes and jewelry are neatly worn, and the makeup is carefully put on every day, and now I just wiped my red lips after drinking medicine just now.

In fact, I'm a little scared, I've always been afraid of Huang Fuchen, he is not a tyrant, but he is much more terrible than a tyrant, just a look, a word, can make me pretend to be calm and collapsed.

But now that the arrow is ready to be sent, I can only pretend to be calm and take Zhao Di and the red sleeves out to meet them.

I knelt in the outer hall of the Qianqiu Palace, the whole person was prostrate on the ground, the skirt fell to the ground, but it was neat, this is a big gift, I must do it, because this is the first time I have seen the emperor after the concubine, but the fear in my heart has affected the voice, and I am a little weak-hearted, "The concubine welcomes the emperor's holy peace." ”

Although kneeling on the ground, I can still see the golden dragon boots in front of me, step by step calm, step by step domineering, that is the emperor will have a pace, not impatient, seemingly lazy but heavier than a daughter.

"No courtesy." These two words came out of his mouth lightly, cold and emotionless.

Huang Fuchen didn't even look at me and walked towards the hall beside me, his indifference made people feel shocked, if he would see my face later, would he be able to be so calm

I was apprehensive, but I didn't dare to say anything, so I had to stand up and follow him obediently into the inner hall, the eunuchs and palace maids were waiting at the door of the inner hall, the Biluo Chun on the table had already been boiled and soaked with the morning dew, and it also exuded a faint fragrance, I lowered my head all the way, did not dare to speak, covered my face with long bangs, and saw him sit down and quickly knelt on the ground, at this moment, my heart has been lifted in my throat.

"Why did you kneel down again" is still like that, the majesty makes people feel more stressed, and there is not a single word to blame.

I didn't dare to raise my head, and replied angrily, "The concubine bows to thank the emperor for his grace." ”

Hearing this, he actually laughed, "Excuse me, why don't I know you have so many rules." After speaking, he paused, "Looking up at me, my face is almost touching the floor, is it possible that I can eat you." ”

He said this casually, and there was some jokingness, but this tone was the same as talking to me before, but I rarely saw him get along with other concubines.

No, it can't be, I remember him saying, "If you want to die, then die." ”

"Why didn't you hear me?"

As I was in my reverie, his voice sounded again, this time a little aggressively.

"Yes, the concubine obeys." Anyway, I have already committed the crime of defrauding the king, and sooner or later there will be this day, my heart is crossed, and I raise my head.

is still that face, that pair of seductive peach blossom eyes, even if time has left some traces on his jade-like face, but the extremely small changes add to the charm of the years, like a jar of old wine, deep and mellow.

There was the surprise, shock, and anger in those eyes that I expected, and I didn't speak, and I didn't know what expression to use.

"What the hell is going on" Huang Fuchen was furious to the extreme, he couldn't care about any imperial majesty at the moment, he stood up and grabbed my wrist, and the whole person was pulled in front of him, forcing me to look at him.

I still didn't answer, not because I didn't want to explain or say, but because I really didn't know how to speak, it was like a joke, and I was the main character.

Huang Fuchen saw that I was silent, the wrinkled brows suddenly stretched out, and the flames in his eyes gradually extinguished, he looked at me, as if he saw an ant, grass mustard, the anger just now disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the rest was still as cold as ever. He shook off my hand, and perhaps by the force of inertia, I fell heavily to the ground.

The pain in the wrists, ankles, and body was not as good as the sudden onset of angina, the hairpin on the head also slipped to the ground, and the green silk that was pulled up hung down a few strands, and the sideburns were messy, only the beads in front of the forehead were still shaking, reminding me of everything that happened to me now.

"If you don't say yes, if you love to run, then break your leg." He said this sentence as if it were a free sentence, light and weightless, like gently breaking off a branch of plum, but he didn't care whether the plum tree hurt or not.

I expected him to be angry, to punish, and even to execute me, and was ready to die, but I didn't expect it to be like this, such a seemingly frivolous but painful punishment, breaking my legs is more cruel than being imprisoned, so that I will not be able to get out of this palace for the rest of my life

"Kill me, kill me." At this moment, I am also angry, what is the point of living like this.

He laughed, his voice deafening, "My concubine, you are a holy woman, how can I bear to let you die, I just want to keep you by my side." ”

At this moment, the roles were reversed, and he became the real leader again, my life was like a joke in the eyes of his Huangfu Chen, and like chicken ribs, it was a pity to abandon it if it was tasteless.

I thought he would forget the word saint, but I didn't expect that the things that have been on my body since I woke up will not leave when I die, and the saint is imprisoned on me like a name, and he still doesn't die after all, I don't know what the saint means to him, but for me, it's like a vicious curse.

After the anger, the palpitations became more and more serious, and my eyes began to blur again after a few days of getting better, I looked at his gradually distorted figure, and smiled, "Your Majesty, do you think you can really keep me if you don't kill me?"

He didn't say anything, just looked at me coldly, and as the minutes and seconds passed, my arms that were struggling to support my body became weak, and my body fell to the ground with a bang, and my head slammed into the floor.

I wanted to bite my tongue and kill myself, but the sweetness of opening my mouth forcibly deprived my lips and teeth of strength, I hated, hated him, and hated myself even more, and now I can't even die

I vaguely seemed to hear what he said, but I couldn't really hear it, tears had flowed down the corners of my eyes, seeping into my hair, floor, clothes, and gradually, the gorgeous and blurred ceiling in front of me lost its color, and my eyelids began to fight heavily, and my mouth opened slightly, as if I had breathed fresh air, and I felt that something was left at the corners of my mouth