Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 757 The Tyrant’s Little Princess (9)

"Princess Chu Yang doesn't come, does that mean... you don't take me seriously?"

The man is not angry and majestic, standing with his hands behind his back, blocking the light from the sun, wrapped in black clothes with dragon patterns, understatement, covering his hands is a life.

The guard who was holding Yingchun pulled out his knife and put it on her neck.

The shining blade reflected the sun's light, making it extremely sharp.

Yingchun's face was pale, she was so frightened that she forgot to shed her tears, trembling, "Return to Your Majesty... Your Majesty, no...it's not like this..."

"Princess, she's just...just...she's just feeling unwell, so she couldn't come to greet her in time."

"Also...Please forgive me, Your Majesty, slave...I will go now..."

"Kill it." He was impatient, his beautiful lips parted slightly, and his words were indifferent.

The guard grunted without changing his face, and raised his knife.

With a knife in hand, a life can be ended soon.

The abbot, the abbot, looked at it, and he was kind-hearted. He couldn't bear to see a little maid lose her life, so he clasped his hands together,

"His Majesty."

"Wait!" A crisp sound suddenly sounded from behind the crowd.

This time, the abbot's persuasion was interrupted, and the guard's knife stopped.

The crowd looked over.

A woman in a plain gray sarong was panting, holding the hem of her skirt and standing at the back of the crowd.

Perhaps it was because she came in a hurry, a little blush appeared on her thin and fair cheeks, and a pair of watery eyes were slightly filled with water mist, making her so beautiful.

Seeing that Yingchun was pinned to the ground and her body was shaking, she took a deep breath and trotted over.

"Your Majesty, Wan An," she said in plain clothes, but gave him a standard princess salute.

Xiaozui was still panting slightly, and it looked like he was running over in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, it is Chu Yang's fault that he failed to greet him in time due to his unwell body, and lost courtesy. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Her body was thin and her complexion was a little pale. When her eyelashes drooped down, covering her full eyes, her nose appeared to be straight.

She lowered her head, bent her knees, and spoke in a respectful tone. The back of her neck was exposed, and traces of being pinched could still be vaguely seen on it.

The handsome and indifferent His Majesty the Emperor fixed his eyes on her.

His dark eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers unhurriedly turned the cold jade wrench, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Especially when he touched the back of her somewhat red neck, his expression was unclear, but a strangeness flashed in his black eyes.

"Heh" There was a faint smile on his scarlet lips, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.

Yun Si lowered her head, glanced at Yingchun who was terrified out of the corner of her eye, the stone in her heart couldn't go up or down, as if she was being hoisted.

Seeing the time passing by, no one dared to speak.

The guard's knife was always on Yingchun's neck, and it seemed that as long as the emperor nodded, he could cut it off immediately.

Yun Si felt that her knees were a little sore, and only then did she hear the uncertain man in front of her say, "Be flat".

He took a step forward and touched her chin with his cold fingertips.

That temperature was as cold as the snake letter of a poisonous snake.

He slowly raised her face, his eyes fell deeply on her face.

Looking left and right, it seems to be looking at some valuable commodity.

Then he said in a vague way,
"In recent years, my Chu Yang has become more and more beautiful."

(End of this chapter)