In the cold palace, on the withered trees are peach blossoms made of silk cloth. The incense burner burns smoke, and it burns the finest warm incense.

The tulle separated a space, and on the soft collapse, there was a bright red quilt.

"Xiao Qi, take all the people in the palace away, before dawn, all the people don't have to come back. ”

Speaking of which, there are more and more people in her cold palace. The Emperor of the Apocalypse will reward a few people to come in if he has something to do, and those concubines in the harem even arrange people to come in from time to time.

It's nothing to keep these people on weekdays, but tonight is different......

She even has a unique kung fu to charm people, but she doesn't want the concubines in the harem to learn it.

"Yes, mother, slave and maid, take everyone away. ”

Today is the day when Concubine Feng goes to bed, and Xiao Qi also knows how to measure it. As the most trusted person around Niangniang, she categorically can't let people spoil Niangniang's good deeds.

As soon as Xiao Qi took people away, the cold palace was really cold.

The sky will be dark.

The election of the palace has also come to an end. This time, the Emperor of the Apocalypse chose a newcomer. Of course, the title has not yet been drafted.

After everyone dispersed, the imperial concubine gathered her proud temperament and said softly: "Your Majesty, the concubine has recently practiced a new dance, you go to the palace of the concubine, can you show the concubine dance?"

It was a humble begging tone.

"Aifei, I still have something to do today, and I'll see you dancing another day. ”

What the Emperor of the Apocalypse kept thinking of in his mind at this moment was Feng Fei's demonic and cunning eyes.

Compared with Feng Fei, the imperial concubine is like a fish mixed in pearls, and she is not attractive at all.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Then you must remember to come to the concubine's palace another day. ”

The imperial concubine's voice was still obedient and gentle. But under her sleeves, the handkerchief in her hand was about to be crumpled.

"Hmm. ”

The Emperor of the Apocalypse only said a faint word, and then strode towards the cold palace.

The abrasive little goblin sent a message telling him to go alone today.

This one sounds like he's playing tricks.

He can't wait!

The imperial concubine looked at her back and said hatefully: "Fengfei, that little slut, this palace is going to chop her!"

She didn't know that there was something in the mouth of the Emperor of the Apocalypse, that is, to spoil Fengfei.

"Niangniang, the slave knows that you don't like Feng Concubine, but ......"

What the little eunuch has to say.

The imperial concubine threw a knife directly, and immediately said, "Enough! But if you don't clean her up, this palace is not happy. Go and pass Su Shangshu into the palace. Let's just say that there is something to discuss in this palace. ”

"No. ”

Cold Palace.

Feng Fei was ready. Just wait for the Emperor of the Apocalypse to come.

And the Emperor of the Apocalypse has arrived at the gate of the Cold Palace at this moment.

To his surprise, the cold palace was dark at the moment, and there was no one or light in sight.

But when others stepped into the courtyard of the cold palace, the red lanterns around them were instantly lit up.

This place is like fireworks in March, light and charming.

What's even worse is the beautiful person in a red veil of hazy pus.

"Fengfei, do you want me to pamper you to die on the couch when you make such a gesture?"

The Emperor of the Apocalypse's eyes were dark and his voice was hoarse. It's not that he lacks concentration, it's that goblin, who simply wants people's lives.

In the yarn mist. Feng Fei was wearing a special red robe, revealing the abundance of greasy snow and a slender waist that was less than a hand.

She held a crimson rose in her red lips, twisted her waist slightly, and the bell ringing around her crotch.

The wind is blowing under the feet, and under the slit red skirt, the slender and straight legs are unprovoked and confusing.

She was dancing, a dance that the Emperor of the Apocalypse had never seen before, but it must have been the most charming he had ever seen.

"Your Majesty, come ......" Feng Fei took off the red rose in her mouth, and her beautiful voice was the most warm invitation.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse hesitated, directly lifted the veil, and viciously threw her down on the big red quilt.

This goblin really made him unable to hold it.

"You brought it on yourself. Fengfei, today you were loved by me and died on this couch, and you also brought it on yourself. ”