After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 7 Confine Concubine Su in Fuyang Palace!

As soon as the words fell, the corners of his lips became cold and hard, and the bottom of his eyes were undisguisedly cold-blooded and ruthless.

Su Jiuer's heart was chilled, and she thought that the man in front of him couldn't keep everything together because he was mentally abnormal?Why is there always an inexplicable hostility towards her?One mood and one anger are fickle and unpredictable.

She was not a woman brought up under the feudal system. She didn't have any fear from the bottom of her heart. What she had was just a sense of oppression in the face of this high and low status.

Simply following his words, "The world belongs to His Majesty, not to mention my eyes."

"If your majesty likes it, you should leave it on my face. As long as your majesty is willing, it can still be appreciated by your majesty every day. Take it off, and it will never open again."

Yan Yunxiao listened, and suddenly laughed again. He rubbed Su Jiu'er's pink lips with the pulp of his thumb. This intimate movement made Su Jiu'er tremble unconsciously.

He said faintly, "Your mouth is very clever."

Su Jiuer's words are also risky. If the man in front of her can't let her stay today, it will be even more difficult for her to see him again after she goes back, not to mention that she will be buried with the late emperor in two days. She couldn't help thinking about it.

She doesn't want to worry about whether the two are connected anymore, it's better to save her life now, is she afraid that she won't be able to find out the reason in the future?
But the moment Yan Yunxiao approached her, she still smelled that elegant and sharp fragrance, just like the young man in the fire scene.

Why couldn't Yan Yunxiao hear her intention of flattering her?But Qingzhi's reply made him keep testing whether Su Jiuer was sent by King Qi.

Maybe her death has nothing to do with him, but if she dies, King Qi and Queen will send more eyeliner, so why not leave an interesting one?

He just did it, let the long line go, and caught big fish.

Thinking about it, he let go of Su Jiu'er's face, stood up with a flick of his sleeves and looked down at her.

Su Jiu'er covered her painfully pinched face as if she was about to be pardoned, and slowly looked at his face from bottom to top, but when her eyes swept across Yan Yunxiao's buttocks, her eyes paused for a moment.

The young man in the fire scene was kicked out by her when the palace gate was smashed down. She remembered very clearly that the kick was at this place.

She is not a weak woman, and that kick must have been kicked to the point where it was not purple but also bruised.

Yan Yunxiao noticed her gaze and frowned, as if he was suddenly seen through, a little displeased.

The imperial doctor checked his injury and only found a piece of his arm was burned by the fire, and did not find any other abnormalities, but a bruise appeared here the next morning, and Yan Yunxiao kept silent about it. It stands to reason that no one knew about him here's the hurt.

Because he didn't remember what happened that night at the fire scene, he didn't dare to talk about it, and he didn't want others to find out about his abnormality, otherwise King Qi would definitely grab him and trip him up.

He said displeased, "What are you looking at?"

Su Jiu'er looked away from under his buttocks, looked at Yan Yunxiao's face, and couldn't help but try again. "I don't know Your Majesty. Is the injury better?"

At this moment, something quickly passed through Yan Yunxiao's mind, but it almost disappeared in a flash, Yan Yunxiao didn't grasp that feeling.

This made him very unhappy, he couldn't help frowning, staring at Su Jiu'er and said.

"Why don't the concubine take a look at the widow, how long will the widow's injury heal?"

Then he ordered in a cold voice, "Come here! Confine Concubine Su to the Fuyang Palace!"

(End of this chapter)