Before Zhang Deming's words completely fell, Ling Juncheng had already walked out with his slender legs bent over for a long time.

Zhang Deming stood in place, watching the figure turn back towards Qingle Palace, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva in shock, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

That's right, the master actually went back to Qingle Palace again.

If the master is angry, no one can persuade him.

Now he lost his temper so quickly......

Well, after all, he still became a wife and slave!

Standing on the spot and reacting, Zhang Deming ran after him with a full waist and a slave look.

He silently looked at the noble concubine in his heart with an upward attitude.

When Ling Juncheng returned to Qingle Palace, he found that the door of the dormitory was actually locked from the inside.

Locked out of the door, he glanced back at Zhang Deming behind him, and his embarrassment floated slightly in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, the minion suddenly has a stomachache, so the minion will go and make it easier for ......"

Under the strong desire to survive, Zhang Deming's brain reacted quickly, and he left in a hurry after finding a reason to withdraw, for fear that if he was not careful, he would become a pond fish that was affected.

When he turned to flee, he finally couldn't hold back, covering his mouth and laughing secretly as he ran.

The master was locked out of the door by the concubine, and now he must regret that he is dead, and he shouldn't leave in a rage.

So a person who wants to save face, but there are also people who can subdue him.

Why was he so happy?

Suddenly, there was a "plop", Zhang Deming was too involved in laughing, and he accidentally stepped on a stone under his feet, and the whole person fell and ate.

Ling Juncheng, who was standing in front of the door of the dormitory, stared at him coldly.

The brows that were originally slightly frowned suddenly frowned deeply.

Even after a distance, Zhang Deming could feel an awe-inspiring chill sinking into the bone marrow from his back, he shivered several times in a row, endured the pain and got up from the ground as fast as possible, not daring to look back at his master, and fled in a hurry.

What joy and sorrow!

Ling Juncheng let out a deep breath of turbidity, and the expression on his face was extremely invisible.

The moonlight gently hit his body, setting off him under the night with a bit of charm and confusion, but looking at it, it was a little cold.

He glanced at the direction where Zhang Deming had left, and after making sure that he had gone away, he relaxed his tense expression.

His eyes were projected back onto the two closed doors, and his slender phoenix eyes narrowed and narrowed.

The goblin usually looks like a sick cat, and a tigress who has come out alive.

Dare to shut him out?

Why didn't you close the palace gate together!

Lack of cleanup!

Angry to angry, but he still stood in front of the door and didn't turn away.

Stretching out his slender fingers and rubbing his eyebrows, he knocked softly on the door a moment later.

In the dormitory.

Su Xi was about to fall asleep in a daze on the soft couch, but was awakened by a sudden knock on the door.

She turned her head to look at the door, rolled over and went back to sleep.

As soon as I closed my eyes, there was another knock on the door.

She ignored it.

Just by listening to the knock on the door, she knew that it was Ling Juncheng who had returned.

But she wasn't going to open the door.

When he is angry, he brushes his sleeves away, and when he is angry, he will come when he wants to come, and he is not used to his stinky problem.

The dormitory was so tight that it was impossible to see at all, and he stood in the doorway and paced back and forth.

At this moment, he regretted it so much that he turned around and left in a fit of rage.

I want to go in now, but I can't.