Fengyi Palace

At night, the fog sank to Fengyi Palace to rest, and after the palace people prepared the hot water for bathing, they tacitly and quietly retreated.

The fog was heavy and the moonlight was dim.

Su Qian put things on hold in his heart, and did not run to the chaise longue in the inner hall early, cross-legged Erlang's legs to read the painting book, but sat next to Jun Wushen, his eyes drooped slightly, and quietly helped him polish the ink, so well-behaved.

"Does Shallow have anything to say to me?"

Jun Wushen finished the last excerpt, put down the wolf pen in his hand, and hugged her into his arms with his long arms.

"Hmm." Su Qian's beautiful eyes were filled with a thin mist, and she hadn't figured out what to say yet

Jun Wushen waited patiently for her to speak.

He dropped a kiss between her foreheads, then turned to the small earlobes, and sharpened her sideburns.

Su Qian felt itchy, her earlobes were dyed with powder, and she spoke with a slight trill, "Your Majesty, the concubine has something to say to you." ”

As he spoke, he pushed Jun Wushen farther away, and the two of them distanced themselves and put on a posture of wanting to get down to business.

"Wait, wait, let the concubines finish their words first."

"Although the emperor may be unhappy when he hears it, he has to say that the concubine gave up this little life." Su Qian tugged at the corner of Jun Mist's dragon robe, so nervous that his heart beat faster.

After getting along with each other for these days, the big tyrant treats her well, and after thinking about it, she really can't get over the hurdle in her heart, and she can't watch the plot develop according to the plan.

Until the death of the great tyrant......

Jun Wushen rested his elbows on the bookcase, propped his chin, his eyes fell on the small hand that clenched his robe, his eyes darkened, and he said: "I want to hear it in detail, you say what is in your heart, I don't blame you." ”

Su Qian was overjoyed in his heart, "What the emperor said is true?" ”

Jun Wushen raised his big palm and patted her hairy head, and the corners of his lips curled, "I am the king of a country, and I am true to my word." ”

After Su Qian made full mental preparations, he mustered up his courage like a strong man breaking his wrist, and almost didn't dare to pause, and said it all in one go.

"That's it, well, the emperor, can you deal with things a little, a little more gentlely, don't fall to the ground at every turn, of course, the concubines know that the emperor is a very diligent and holy king, but you are too ruthless."

"Although you have executed all the guilty people, you do not bother to write more holy decrees stating all the charges of this person, if the ministers and the people can be clear, it is fine, if you meet a very few people who do not understand, if you misunderstand, you will think that the emperor is a cruel tyrant, which is not good for your reputation."

These two sentences were thought about by Su Qian for a long time, and she said them in a very gentle tone, still afraid of the big tyrant in her heart.

There was no response, and there was silence in the dormitory, and the silent needle could be heard when it landed.

Su Qian didn't dare to look up at the face of the great tyrant, and began to think crankily, and was even about to do a good job of psychological construction to die generously.

Jun Wushen's magnetic and hoarse voice finally sounded in his ears, "Shallow, I am a tyrant." ”

So, what about misunderstanding.

Su raised her head slightly, and her gaze collided into his ink-like eyes, full of complexities that she couldn't understand.

She had the courage to hug Jun Wushen's strong waist, wrapped her hands tightly, buried her head in his chest, and then said sullenly, "The emperor has never been a tyrant, just a ......"

It's just that his childhood was too miserable, but he was a prince who lived as well as a cat and a dog, and he was in the dark for too long, his personality became gradually distorted, and he never received love and warmth.

What she experienced in her childhood, caused Jun Wushen's personality to be uncertain, cruel and unkind, if it was her, she had experienced those things, maybe she would be more bastard and cruel than Jun Wushen.

In fact, in many places, she is very similar to Jun Wushen, they are like weeds, sloppy, stumbling and growing up, and she can also empathize.

"Shallow."

Jun Wushen let out a long sigh, the body of the little woman in his arms was trembling slightly, he hugged him tighter and tighter, her words came from the bottom of his heart, he could feel it, and he knew better that no one would say so many heart-wrenching words to him.

In short, at this moment, his heart was aching.

Jun Wushen buried himself in his chest, Su Qian's head was broken out, and he looked at her crying like a little cat face with his eyebrows, his fingertips gently wiped away the tears, and his tone was stiff and clumsy.

"I've said it, I won't blame you, what are you crying about, I won't break my promise, don't cry."

"Then the emperor will not be able to deal with things in the future, the concubines are really afraid that someone will hate the emperor, and before in the imperial garden, some people wanted to assassinate the emperor."

Su Qian cried very sadly, although she was still afraid of the big tyrant, but she had to admit that since she came to this world wearing a book, except for Zhiyun, the best person for herself is the big tyrant.

She couldn't do anything to watch him die a tragic death, and even tried to change the original ending.

Jun Wushen patted Su Qian's back over and over again patiently with a generous and warm palm, "Even if I become merciful, as long as I am on this imperial throne for one day, there will be no fewer people in the world who want me to die." ”

"Ah......h

Su Qian didn't know what to do, and suddenly felt that the great tyrant had made sense, and she couldn't refute it.

Jun Wushen chuckled, "Don't be afraid, whoever wants me to die, I will let him die first." ”

When he said this, his face, which was as handsome as the Nine Heavens Divine Mansion, was soaked with Sen Han's killing intent.

Su Qian's eyes widened.

Woo woo, what to do, wait online, the big tyrant seems to be hopeless, can he be rescued again?

"Ahem, you can give me a good idea about my brutality, and if I'm satisfied, I might as well go along with your wishes."

Jun Wushen said that I was not satisfied, and it all depended on my own mouth.

Su Qian: The great tyrant really paints cakes for her.

Although Su Qian knew that the Great Tyrant was trying to appease her by saying an unrealistic promise, she would find a way to always think of a way that would satisfy him.

The night was as dark as water, and the two slept in clothes.

In the early morning of the next day, Jun Wushen went to the morning court after eating in Fengyi Palace, and before leaving, he did not forget to tell Su Qian, "I want to drink fish maw and swallow ear chicken soup for lunch, don't forget to order the small kitchen to stew on a small stove in advance, hanging the umami." ”

Since Jun Wushen has eaten more times in Fengyi Palace, under the influence of Su Qian, his taste has also become picky.

Su Qian helped him tidy up the tassels of the jade pendant hanging from his waist, and responded, "I know, the emperor should go quickly, don't delay the time of the early dynasty." ”

The holy driver left Fengyi Palace in a majestic manner, Su Qian breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his sore waist, and secretly complained in his heart, the great tyrant slept too badly, and when he woke up in the morning, his body occupied most of the bed, and he was about to force her into a corner.

Su Qian dipped the handkerchief in warm water soaked in acacia flowers, wrung it out, wiped his face, and washed it, and a palace maid hurriedly ran in to report, "Niangniang, Miss Zhiyun is awake." ”

"Really? Quick, go and ask the Imperial Doctor to come over. Su Qian was overjoyed and hurriedly ran to the side hall to see.