Everyone, you say a word to me.

Only the queen walked in front and did not speak.

Concubine Ming saw that the queen was silent, so she quickened her pace and followed.

"Queen Mother, do you think what the concubines said is not important?"

Hearing this, the queen stopped, then turned around and swept towards everyone.

After a brief pause, she pursed her red lips.

"No matter how reasonable you say, it is most practical to get the emperor's favor, and if you have time to play tricks here, it is better to think more about what does not please the emperor."

When the words fell, a look of embarrassment flashed on everyone's faces.

The queen didn't finish her words, and continued to add: "The queen mother's words just now have been made clear, no one is allowed to bully her on the eve of the night, if you want to risk yourself, this palace will not stop you, but don't come to cry and beg this palace for help when the time comes." ”

After speaking, the queen left quickly accompanied by the palace maid Maple Leaf.

The concubines stopped in place, each with the word depressed written on their faces.

"Hmph, the Queen Mother is clearly protecting her shortcomings, and the Queen Mother is doing everything possible to please the Queen Mother, how could she be an enemy of Concubine Su! The queen asked us to think about where she didn't please the emperor, she herself was in the palace before us, why haven't you figured out where she doesn't please the emperor! ”

Concubine Ming muttered dissatisfiedly.

Concubine Jing, who was holding her wrist, gently tugged her arm and hinted at her, and then she pursed her lips unconvinced, and walked forward with Concubine Jing.

Concubine Wen, who had not intervened at the end, looked at the queen's distant back, gently hooked her lips, raised her eyebrows higher, and a flash of mystery and speculation flashed in her eyes......

The Temple of Nourishing the Heart.

Ling Juncheng sat behind the desk, his slender fingers rubbing his eyebrows.

The two sword eyebrows frowned deeply, and there was a layer of haze that was so thick that it could not be dispersed on the handsome facial features.

The entire Heart Cultivation Hall was filled with extremely low air pressure.

Zhang Deming stood aside with his waist bent, wanting to say something, eager to try a few times, but finally stopped talking.

He glanced at the delicate and small mahogany box on the desk, and then at the long live lord who had rubbed his eyebrows for more than half an hour, and his heart was full of doubts.

I think that when the Queen Mother gave her marriage, Long Live did not agree.

Su Guifei is so sticky, not to mention that Long Live Lord doesn't like it, even he is scared when he sees her.

But yesterday, how could Long Live the Lord ......

"Zhang Deming, how much did I drink yesterday?"

When Zhang Deming was thinking, the man suddenly opened his mouth, and his voice was extremely magnetic.

"One, two,......"

Zhang Deming broke his fingers and remembered thoughtfully.

Finally, he held out three fingers and shook them.

"Three glasses?"

The man frowned with a good-looking sword eyebrow.

"No, Your Majesty, it's three jars...."

Zhang Deming replied cautiously.

"Dog minion, why don't you stop me!"

As soon as the king's subwoofer was fired, Zhang Deming was so frightened that he shook his body violently.

I only felt that suddenly a cold air invaded his internal organs, and he pressed his waist even lower, as if his whole body was almost sticking to the ground.

"Back to the emperor, the slave wanted to stop you, but you kicked it out of Qingle Palace."

Zhang Deming is full of desire to survive.

Thinking back to yesterday's situation, he felt that he was really wronged.

Long Live Lord drank three jars before going to Qingle Palace, and when he went to Qingle Palace, he looked like a nobody.

He was thinking, the master drank so much wine, let's give it a hand.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was kicked away by the Long Live Lord.

The master asked him to get away, saying that he was upset......

He was blown away when he was sober!

"If I tell you to go, you'll go?"

Ling Juncheng's tone intensified.

"The emperor, the emperor, the emperor just told the slaves to die, and the slaves have to die!"

Zhang Deming stammered, feeling that the head on his neck was a little farther away from his neck...

He was very puzzled, according to the amount of wine that Long Live Ye had, the little wine from yesterday was not a problem for Long Live Lord at all.

Could it be because Banzai Ye is not very open, so he deliberately borrowed wine to do something, but he felt faceless afterwards.

After all, he is a king, and face is more important than life.