Chapter 38: Are you sure you're not looking for death right now?
Xiao Anzi on the side was frightened and almost planted on the ground, and roared in his heart: Still have fun! Your Majesty, are you sure you're not looking for death right now?!!
The momentum of the gloomy measurement instantly spread throughout the hall, and all the little boys were so frightened that they didn't dare to move.
Feng Junqian walked in slowly step by step, and Yan Yu watched him walk through the crowd and towards her, as if he had the illusion that death was coming·······
Hongyan and the others "poofed", and knelt on the ground with a brush: "Regent Chitose!" ”
Feng Junqian looked at Yan Yu deadly: "It seems that I said in the morning to let these people get out, right?" ”
Yan Yu shrunk his neck and said innocently: "Isn't this getting out of Qixia Palace." ”
Then rolled to her Purple Dragon Palace.
Feng Junqian: "······"
She's right?!
Yan Yu raised his chin and looked lawless: "I kindly gave you a gift, you don't want it, I'll keep it for myself!" What's wrong! What's wrong! ”
This bastard, she didn't care about him kissing her yesterday, and she was embarrassed to lose her temper today! Just let her copy the Analects, and don't let her go out of the palace, Yan Yu drank some wine at this time, and the wine was also intimidating.
Hongyan and the others looked frightened, and slowly crawled to the door, not bothering Feng Junqian to say get out, they rolled first as respect.
After all, it's still a small life that matters.
Feng Junqian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he had a bit of a dangerous aura: "Huh? ”
Yan Yu was in a trance, only to find out that there was actually one in this hall! Not! Person! Finish!
This bunch of unrighteous things!
Yan Yu was instantly stunned, and said aggrievedly: "I was wrong." ”
This seems to be very familiar.
"What about the Analects I asked you to copy?" Feng Junqian doesn't eat this set anymore.
Yan Yu's little face wrinkled even more pitifully: "I haven't finished copying it yet." ”
"Did you not finish copying, or did you not start copying at all?"
Yan Yu: "Forehead ······"
it! She almost blew up, okay? How can you be in the mood to copy any book!
Feng Junqian obviously already knew the answer, he felt that his temples were jumping suddenly, and he didn't want her to stay with the male pet he sent him? This little thing has been messing around with these little guys in Qinglou all day today? Turning a deaf ear to his words?
It's a shame that he thought that this little thing would be sad because he couldn't go to the birthday banquet tomorrow, and he thought that she could honestly copy the Analects in the palace.
even planned to see her pitiful, and took her out of the palace tomorrow to play.
Now it seems that he really had this idea of having such a convulsion because his brain was infected by her.
Well, that's good.
The corners of Feng Junqian's lips hooked up a cold smile, which made Yan Yu panic.
Feng Junqian bent down, approached her, and looked at her with a fixed smile: "A hundred times of the Analects, I can't finish copying it, don't think about leaving the palace in this life." ”
With that, he turned around and brushed his sleeves away, and the sound of heavy footsteps could tell how angry he was at this moment.
Leaving Yan Yu alone to stand in the wind on the spot, his mind buzzing "a hundred times, a hundred times, a hundred times".
Until Xiao Anzi rushed in, crying with a handful of snot and tears: "My hard-working majesty! I knew that today, I shouldn't have done it in the first place, I blamed the minions, and I hurt Your Majesty! Xiao Anzi should not live, just hit his head and die! ”
"I'm suffocating!" Yan Yu glared at him fiercely.
Xiao Anzi was so frightened that he immediately sobbed and stopped howling.
Yan Yu slapped the table and said angrily: "This Jun Qian deceived people too much, and they all locked me up and killed me!" Speaking of which, isn't it deliberately preventing me from leaving the palace?! Don't you just want me to go to his birthday party?! ”
Xiao Anzi reminded in a low voice: "Of course, Your Majesty himself is indeed very dead. ”