My Gentle Tyrant (43)

Ji Rong was honest after being slapped.

……

Fu Yue silently complained that this person's kissing skills were rotten.

I can't bear it, I don't need to endure it anymore.

She hammered him down with her backhand, pinched Ji Rong's face with her hand, and slapped it twice lightly, "You belong to a dog?" ”

Fu Yue raised her eyebrows, pressed Ji Rong to the ground with one hand, and her slender white fingers began to swirl from his eyebrows and then slowly moved down, across the bridge of his nose, chin, and then the slightly raised Adam's apple...... She looks like an uncle who walks in a flower building.

Frivolous and charming.

"You look so handsome, come to give Uncle Le?"

Attribute Tyrant's Ji Rong: "......"

It's okay to be pressed to the ground, and it's still being molested like this by a woman.

It's also fun???

Ji Rong felt that Qin Chu, this woman, was going to turn against the sky, and looked at the proficiency ...... This dead woman must have secretly gone to the bar behind his back to flirt!!

Otherwise, how could he be so skilled!

Fu Yue watched Ji Rong's face sink at a speed visible to the naked eye, faintly green, and before she could react, she was picked up.

Due to her height, Fu Yue was just a small one in front of Ji Rong, and she was grabbed by this person by the back collar and easily carried it in her hand.

“…… You let go, Ji Xiaorong, do you have itchy skin? ”

It's a pity that Ji Rong is not the baby who is only as high as her waist now, and she doesn't listen to her at all.

A dog has his day.

This made Fu Yue feel a little worried.

Ji Rong said compassionately: "Are you carrying me to Jumpy?" Did you flirt with a man when you jumped? ”

Fu Yue: "...... Fart. ”

Jumping on the grave of your dog emperor?

Ji Rong relied on his height and long legs, half carrying and half holding Fu Yue out, and before he walked a few steps, he saw a person leaning on the rockery with a sword.

The swordsman in black. Beautiful

The man looked at him with a silent, cold gaze.

When he saw Ji Rong carrying Fu Yue's slightly weird posture, a shallow difference flashed in Yu Li's eyes.

He was silent for a moment.

Thin lips moved.

"It's better to pay attention to the image, this is in the palace after all."

Ji Rongliang swished: "You also know that this is in the palace, so do you know that Qin Chu is my woman?" ”

He hadn't forgotten the idea of this assassin fighting Qin Chu.

Yu Li lowered his eyes and did not speak.

He turned around with his sword in his hand and walked away without saying a word.

The moonlight stretched the back of the black-clothed swordsman, and it sprinkled down coldly, making him look more and more thin and lonely.

Fu Yue: "??? ”

She twisted Ji Rong's waist violently: "What kind of are you talking about?" People have finally worn it with us to the modern age, how can this be regarded as a bit of revolutionary friendship, what are you yin and yang? ”

Fu Yue was glaring at him.

The white eyes rolled fiercely.

Ji Rong: "......"

Ji Rong: "Qin Chu, have you forgotten who I am?" I am the emperor, just because he wants to assassinate me, this crime is enough for him to die hundreds of times, it is good that I don't pursue his guilt now, what kind of face do you want me to have towards him? ”

Fu Yue said sadly: "! You don't have a heart! ”

The emperor's almost sharp side face turned slightly sideways, and he glanced at Fu Yue deeply.

…… Not to mention that he still thinks about you.

Ji Rong didn't say the second half of the sentence, because he knew that Fu Yue didn't realize Yu Li's feelings for her.

And he doesn't intend to make it clear.

Because, he was afraid.

The gloomy and beautiful emperor, half-hanging curly eyelashes, his eyes were extremely beautiful, like a shattered star, at this moment, there was a bit of fear in it, and obvious fragility.