Chapter Eighty-Seven: Man's Words Are Terrible

Liangyu spoke: "Troublesome, my subordinate is Liangyu from Weiyang Palace, and I came here on the order of Fengjun." ”

The guards glanced at each other: "You wait." ”

After a while, the people who went in came out again, and the guard spoke: "Your Majesty announced that you are in." ”

"Thank you." Liangyu strode in, looked at the woman in red who was busy in front of the dragon book, and said respectfully: "My subordinates see Your Majesty." ”

Fang Ruxi raised his head and glanced at the person below, his hand still did not pause, and said lightly: "What's the matter?" ”

"Lord Fengjun's subordinates have come to inform Your Majesty that he has returned from Lianfu, and he will come over after changing his robe."

Fang Ruxi asked nonchalantly: "This is a notice." ”

Inform him that he is coming.

He only informed, not asked, or asked for instructions, which made Fang Ruxi disgusted, she was a king, and she also set him up to cut off his power.

So she doesn't dislike him either, but she definitely can't tolerate him being presumptuous.

"......" Liangyu was confused for a while.

"Go back and tell Feng Jun that the widow will be very busy, and when he is free, he will go to Weiyang Palace to see him, let him stay in Weiyang Palace if he is fine, and remember his identity." Fang Ruxi would never allow anyone to provoke her monarchy.

It's one thing to be on the bed, but now there are so many palace people standing around, everyone is waiting for her to reclaim this demon.

Moreover, the adults who are squatting in the corner to write historical records are still working hard, and she doesn't want her bad side to be passed on to future generations.

"......" Liangyu was even more confused.

It's not that he doesn't understand what His Majesty said, but he doesn't understand how His Majesty suddenly changed into a different person.

Fang Ruxi held the brush in his hand, and saw that the person standing below did not move, so he put down the pen, raised his head, frowned, and asked coldly: "Liangyu didn't understand?" ”

Awakened by the sudden cold breath, Liangyu bent down and withdrew from the imperial study: "The subordinates understand, the subordinates retire." ”

Seeing that Liangyu had withdrawn, Huan Xi said leisurely: "Your Majesty." ”

Fang Ruxi glanced at the ink painting that had just been successfully drawn on the bookcase, and frowned lightly: "The painting is good, and it has grown." Walked aside, picked up the teacup, and took a sip: "Xiao Xizi can say if he has something to say, widows don't like to twist and squirm." ”

If you have something to say, hold it, and the widow looks at the internal injuries.

"Does the slave think that if he says this about Feng Jun, will he be unhappy?"

Fang Ruxi suddenly glared at him coldly: "But if he is happy, the widow can't be happy." ”

"Is Your Majesty angry at those words this morning?" Huanxi asked cautiously.

Nangong Mingyu walked to the door of the imperial study, and when he heard this sentence of joy, his eyebrows frowned: What words?

Fang Ruxi thought about what happened before, and didn't mind being exposed at all, she pursed her lips: "The widow is the king, I thought that if I left him in the harem and became a widow, no one would threaten the widow." At this point she paused.

"Your Majesty......" Huanxi thought about comforting a few words, but he didn't know what to say.

"The widow has forgotten that people are terrible, even if the nineteenth brother becomes my person, but he is still the same as the previous dynasty, he is too strong, do you say that the widow can really suppress him?"

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