"This king asks you, what is the relationship between you and Fu Ningyuan?"

"Your Majesty?" Hua Xiangrong opened a pair of big innocent eyes.

"Yes."

"It seems that I knew each other before, but I don't seem to know it, and the concubine doesn't know it."

How could a man's gloomy and eccentric personality suddenly care about this?

With him, she was always terrified, for fear that she would be killed by him by accident.

Even the reply had to be cautious, for fear that one of them would accidentally lose his life, and he would also affect the Yun family.

Judging from this man's temperament and danger, if she knew that she was not the eldest lady of the Yun family, but just a substitute maid, she estimated that she would die worse than his first seven wives.

However, in terms of time, her eighth wife has lived in this house for a long time.

It's been ten months, and she hasn't died yet, thanks to the fact that she is hiding in a place like the Orchid Garden, and she can't leave the Orchid Garden.

"You don't know?" The man's tone was grim.

It's strange that she doesn't know.

If she didn't know, the king of the apocalypse would run to buy her cotton shoes on a snowy day and put them on for her with his own hands?

She doesn't know? Fu Ningyuan will sneak into the Nine Kings Mansion Orchid Garden countless times, turn over the ground for her to grow vegetables, and put this bracelet worth 20,000 taels on her wrist?

She didn't know that Fu Ningyuan would ask the Oriental Dance of Monogatari Flower to take away the flowers she planted at five times the price when she needed silver to help her?

His Nine Princesses must not have a simple relationship with the one in the court.

"The concubine really doesn't know."

Hua Xiangrong looked at Fu Jiuchen with a gloomy face with innocent eyes, and sighed in her heart, this uncertain man seemed to be even more angry than just now.

A pair of plain hands were clenched together, the slender body shrunk, trembling slightly and shaking the eyelashes, casting a shadow on the eye sockets, Chu Chu's pitiful little appearance, which made Fu Jiuchen's anger in his heart instantly reduce a lot.

Somehow, the more she looked so pitiful, the more he felt the urge to bully her.

I can't wait to crush her under me now, and let her flower bloom under me, how wonderful it would be.

Suppressing the anger in his heart and the urge to bully her, his hand suddenly wrapped around her thin waist.

He whispered in her ear in a low voice: "You and him had nothing to do with the king, but in the future, your man can only be me." ”

He wasn't interested in this Chongxi princess who someone else had arranged for him, but his Chongxi princess had such a close relationship with the one in the court, so he had to pay attention.

After all, the emperor is the emperor, and the emperor of the apocalypse is related to the future and lifeblood of the apocalypse, and there can be no mistakes.

And this person who can make the emperor ignore it will eventually become the emperor's weakness.

In the future of the Apocalypse, he will hand it over to Fu Ningyuan, and he will not allow him to have any weaknesses.

This weakness can't come from his Nine Kings' Mansion.

Hua Xiangrong was hugged by him, stiffened for a moment, turned his head, and looked at him inexplicably.

I don't know if it's because I grow flowers all day.

There was always a faint fragrance on her body, close to her, and he only felt a fire rising in his belly, wanting to bite her.

He swallowed, his throat rolling, and his arms around her thin waist tightened, pulling her closer to his body.

Hua Xiangrong was close to his chest, and she could feel the warmth of his body through her clothes.