The murderous aura that permeated the air grew heavier and heavier.

Everyone else is a little untenable.

The young emperor's deep ink eyes were gloomy, and Su Ruxue, who was looking directly, was pale.

How so......

Fusang also felt Pu Yangtang's killing intent.

Su Ruxue's strategy failed again.

It's hopelessly stupid.

Although Pu Yangtang is rumored to be a tyrant, it does not mean that he is an ignorant emperor.

Su Ruxue took the initiative to offer medicine, clearly telling the emperor.

→That's right, I can cure your disease.

→I know why you have headaches.

→I'm in the same league as the man who poisoned you.

#女主总在作死怎么办#

Fu Sang held the young man's cold hand and said in a soft tone, "How was my flute just now?" ”

The topic was abruptly diverted.

Pu Yangtang retracted his cold gaze and lowered his eyes to look at Fusang in his arms.

The girl's moist eyes carried a little expectation, as if she had done something and wanted to be rewarded by her master.

Pu Yangtang's tight face lines are soft, and his slender and good-looking lips outline a faint smile.

"Very good, extremely pleasant, the aftermath lingers for three days."

The standard is to open your eyes and tell nonsense.

The little boy is really a love boy.

Fusang's beautiful eyebrows were dyed with a smile, and he hugged him and rubbed it.

"You're lying, but what you're saying is nice."

The young emperor's thick and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at the agile girl, and raised his hand to touch her head.

"I will never lie to you."

No matter what others say, she is the most beautiful in his heart.

Everything is cute, which makes him happy, and he wants to hold her all the time.

The two of them chatted as if no one was around.

Su Ruxue, who was waiting on the side, was completely ignored.

But she didn't dare to interrupt.

Because she had seen the majesty and violence of the young emperor before.

The moodiness of the tyrant.

Anger was given to others.

Xidu left it alone to the concubine in his arms.

The emperor, like ordinary men, likes women's beauty and is a vulgar man.

"You played the piano very well just now, why don't you play a few more songs to relieve my boredom?"

The girl's soft and melodious voice sounded.

Su Ruxue's eyes widened slightly, and she said, "I'...... Slave ......"

She wanted to refuse, but she could turn a cold eye on the King of God.

"The slave obeys." Reluctantly.

The lights in the cloister of the Imperial Garden are all lit.

The flowers in bloom exude a rich fragrant fragrance, and the rockery water flows slowly, reflecting a layer of silver light from the moonlight pouring into the water.

The palace maids brought fruits and pastries, and leaned over to pour wine for the emperor and the concubine.

Su Ruxue climbed the rockery in an embarrassed manner.

When she sat on the rockery blowing in the cool breeze, her fingers on the cold strings, full of grievances.

Looking at the teenager and girl sitting leisurely not far away.

Su Ruxue gritted her teeth and swallowed her grievances and anger.

That's a gesture of power.

A few words can grasp the power of killing, and easily trample people under their feet and humiliate.

The cool breeze blew her cold, as if she had fallen into an infinite cold abyss.

Fusang took a bite of the tender Sydney pear and looked at the woman in white sitting on the rockery.

"Su Xiunu, hurry up and play."

Su Ruxue bit her lip tightly and lowered her eyes to hide the resentment in her eyes.

The melodious sound of the piano slowly flows through the air, and the beautiful music is very enjoyable for the ears.

There was only one person, and he wasn't listening to the music.

There is only the girl next to her in her eyes, paying attention to her every move.

Even, personally feed her pastries.

The girl ate half of it and muttered no.

The emperor ate the rest of the pastry himself.