But before Leng Shuang could get up Concubine Qi regain her composure, she then coldly spit out a word: "Get out." ”

The words are correct and round, and they don't take Concubine Qi and others in their eyes at all.

Concubine Qi's face turned green with anger, and she almost jumped up to teach the disrespectful maid in front of her.

It's just a humble maid who came out of the Zhenguo Mansion, thinking that serving in front of the queen is so lawless? The master is the master, the subordinate is the subordinate, even the queen's person can't mess up the rules like this.

Just when Concubine Qi's slap was about to fall on Leng Shuang's face, her wrist was unexpectedly tightly restrained by a huge force.

Cold Frost grabbed her wrist with one hand, and without even moving her brow, she forced the hand to sink a little bit with strong force.

For a moment, only two clicks of dislocation of bones could be heard, and Concubine Qi let out a cry of pain like killing pigs.

"Ahhhh

In the end, Concubine Qi left as she came, and she didn't even see the shadow of the queen.

The only difference is probably that she was still alive when she came, but when she left, she had to be carried away by a few maids.

When Yu Fuyao in the house heard Concubine Qi's terrible scream, he almost couldn't help but sympathize with her for a moment.

Poor Concubine Qi, it's not good to work against anyone, but you have to do it against Cold Frost, isn't this asking for hardship.

You must know that Cold Frost is her dead soldier, a tendon, and no one will stop except her orders.

"Little painter, don't be afraid, keep painting, there are many rewards for painting well."

Seeing that there was a lot of sweat on the little painter's face, Yu Fuyao smiled at him very gently and comforted him softly.

The little painter wiped his sweat with his sleeve and coped bitterly: "No, no, no, how dare the grass people ask for a reward, just ask the queen to let me leave the palace completely." ”

Yu Fu frowned slightly, slightly dissatisfied; "Little painter, what you said is too much, this palace is not a demon, of course I will let you out of the palace completely."

Little Painter: "......"

No, even the maid is so fierce and insured master, what kind of good lord can it be?

Although Yu Fuyao has always been smiling, in the eyes of the little painter, she is a smiling tiger that is hidden deeply, and may reveal her true face at any time and swallow him alive.

Woo woo, Master, how did you survive every time you entered the palace before!?

Yu Fuyao didn't stop for long, and then Concubine Ru and Concubine Su came one by one, all of them as if they had been arranged in advance.

However, like Concubine Qi, they were all blocked by the cold frost.

At first, they were just as noisy as Concubine Qi, but after all of them were deflated by the cold frost, they could only leave angrily.

"This queen is really good at characterizing, the emperor has been drafted, and she is not in a hurry at all."

"But no, even if she relies on her family background to be illustrious, she will not be abolished, but after a long time, the emperor has a new love and it is difficult to dislike her, so she will not compete for favor for herself at all?"

"I really don't know what our queen mother is thinking."

Today, these concubines who have a bit of status in the harem came to the queen to inquire about the situation because of the queen's draft.

Anyway, Yu Fuyao is also a queen and a wife, how many people in the harem are not jealous.

Everyone thought that after this incident, the queen who had been rotten all the year round would start to move a little, and they rushed to discuss countermeasures with her.

But who would have thought that the queen would close the door to them, but with that or something

The cold frost stopped one by one until a bright yellow robe passed by, as if it would break if it was a little tighter.

Duan Yunchi tilted his head, staring at his master's sleeping face, his eyes were interesting and ambiguous, and a strong desire was about to come out.

Facing each other like this, the breathing of both of them can be heard clearly.

One, long and even, with the unique fragrance of a girl.

One, heavy and hurried, with a man's irrepressible desire.

The two breaths lingered, getting closer and closer, until the soft lips touched gently.

At that moment, there was a noise from the roof.

Immediately after, a figure suddenly fell.

Behind Duan Yunchi, there was an uninvited guest.

Duan Yunchi didn't even turn his head, put down his master carefully, covered the quilt for the person, and after everything was done, he looked at the person slowly.

He licked his lips, and after the aftertaste, the emotion in his eyes faded, and only the unhappiness and irritability after being interrupted by the good deed.

"Who did I think it was?"

As if seeing an insignificant person, he reacted calmly, put away the silver needle he had taken out, took out the handkerchief from his sleeve as usual, and wiped his hands clean.

Ye Changfeng folded his arms around his chest, looking at Gu Tangtang who had slept on the bed, his face that was rarely unmasked revealed the innocence of not knowing the world, as if he had taken off the shell that rejected people thousands of miles away during the day, this was her true side.

But that side was coveted and tarnished by others first.

Ye Changfeng couldn't see emotion on his face, but the fox eyes, which were always half-open and half-closed on weekdays, widened at this time.

He coldly spat out a few words: "You, damn it." ”

The night wind waved his hand, and a gust of wind came from nowhere, the window opened, and the incense was extinguished.

In an instant, the musk in the house dispersed.

Duan Yun was indifferent, and after putting the dirty handkerchief and gloves together and storing them, he ran to the cabinet and groped for a few bottles and cans, poured out a few pills of different colors, sat down and took the cup and bowl by himself, and grinded it into pieces.

One stands, the other sits.

Although he didn't do it, there was a lot of murder in the air.

After a while, Duan Yunchi gently opened his mouth to break this invisible contest: "I should die or not, it's not up to you to decide." ”

The night wind stared at him.

"If the master wants me to die, I will have nothing to say." He hooked his long hair, looked at the void, and the dusty jade ring on his right index finger glowed in the night: "But if others want my life, I'm afraid it's not so easy." ”

Ye Changfeng raised his eyebrows slightly: "You really don't know martial arts?" ”

Duan Yunchi lifted his eyelids: "Don't believe it? ”

Unbelief.

But the night wind is not interested either.

He is only interested in Shizun.

"You have dirty thoughts and misdeeds towards Shizun, Shizun knows that she will not keep you."

The night long wind fell, and Duan Yunchi's face turned pale.

Yes, he is right, the master knows that he will not keep him.

"What about you?"

Duan Yun took a moment to move his gaze to the face of Ye Changfeng hidden in the night.

"Wudang Hong Shizu."

***

When Gu Tangtang woke up, it was in the middle of the night.

She was groggy and had absolutely no idea what was going on.

An oil lamp was lit in the room, and the view was bright.

Gu Tangtang looked around, only to realize that he was in Duan Yunchi's room.

She was stunned and stared blankly at the quilt that covered her.

She remembered that Duan Yunchi helped her get the needle, and she was so sleepy that she seemed to have fallen asleep.

So......

Oh my God, she actually slept in Duan Yunchi's room!

After this realization popped up in his mind, Gu Tangtang didn't know what kind of face he would face his apprentice in the future.

What to do?

Does she snore when she sleeps? Is there any drooling? You won't still grind your teeth, will you?

Finished! Finished! There is no image at all, just these black histories, what will she pretend to be thirteen in the future, should she still talk in her dreams?

Cover your eyes with shame. JPG。

"Master?"

A familiar cry rang out in the room.

Gu Tangtang was stunned, it turned out that there were still people in the room.

Shame +100, Critical Hit!

She let go of her hand and looked to the other side, just as she saw Duan Yunchi sitting at the table with a brush in his hand, as if he was painting.

He still looked cold and lazy, and the smile on his face did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "I woke up so early, I thought you would sleep a little longer." ”

"I ...... I don't know how I fell asleep. Gu Tangtang scratched his head, embarrassed and eager to find a hole to get into.

But the other party didn't seem to want to answer.