"Who the hell are you? Why is it in my room? ”

She got up and walked to Fu Jiuchen's side, and looked at Fu Jiuchen carefully.

The whole body exudes an aura of indifference, and the black eyes that are as bright and dazzling as obsidian shine with an awe-inspiring heroic aura.

The seemingly calm eyes are hidden under the sharp eyes, and the handsome face with a deep contour like a carving, which looks imposing, and makes people think of the scene when a cheetah hunts its prey, which is full of danger.

She seemed to have felt this feeling of oppression three days ago, but it wasn't as strong as it was now.

She remembered that when she faced Concubine Qi at that time, she was also full of oppression.

Concubine Qi?

Her son Fu Jiuchen?

Damn, this person is Fu Jiuchen? Her husband.

Thinking of this, Hua Xiangrong screamed and was paralyzed on the ground, only to feel a cold wind running through her whole body from the soles of her feet.

What's going on? It was still very warm in the house just now, but now it is surprisingly cold.

The man got up, paced, walked to her, bent over, bottomless black eyes stared at Hua Xiangrong who was half-lying on the ground, and his thin lips lightly opened: "Is this king so terrible?" Let you see this king as if you saw a ghost? ”

"Uh-huh, uh-huh......" Hua wanted to jerk her braincase.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly

She shook her head suddenly: "No, no, no, the prince is not terrible." ”

It's no wonder if it's not terrifying, the Fu Jiuchen in front of him and the Fu Jiuchen lying in the cave room three days ago are not like two people at all.

Although he woke up and choked her neck, he passed out after that, and it was not very lethal.

And the one in front of him, even if he looked at her, it was as terrifying as if he would be torn apart by him in the next second.

Fu Jiuchen snorted coldly, Tongren narrowed slightly, glanced at this woman who didn't know whether she was alive or dead, didn't speak again, turned around and turned to the chair and sat down, her legs naturally overlapped, and the power of the emperor made Hua Xiangrong feel even more pressure.

She was paralyzed on the ground, not knowing what to do, feeling that she was not up, and she was not up.

Fu Jiuchen sat slowly, holding the hand-warming copper stove made by the best craftsmen of the Apocalypse in his arms, and his slender fingers twisted back and forth slowly.

He just wanted to see how long this woman could stay in this position.

After a long time, Hua Xiangrong stiffened her body, pursed her delicate red lips, trembled her eyelashes, and asked in a low voice, "Lord Wang, why are you here?" ”

Isn't he unconscious? Wasn't he asleep in the Nine Kings' Mansion? When did you wake up? When did you come to Yunfu?

She lay there hesitantly, pinching her fingertips until they were pinched and reddened, and she didn't dare to move her body.

Fu Jiuchen hooked the corners of his lips contemptuously: "This king can stand here, not thanks to my lucky princess, because of you, married into the palace to give this king Chongxi, so, this king woke up." ”

He didn't have the slightest interest in this woman, but the one in the palace was very interested in her, which made him have to come to this Cloud Mansion to have a look.

What kind of Yun family, and what kind of daughter, can make the one in the court pay special attention to her, he wants to see.

As he spoke, his gaze moved to her embroidered cotton shoes.

The dignified emperor of the apocalypse actually went to the street in small clothes, braved the wind and snow, trotted all the way to help this woman buy cotton boots, and personally changed them for her.