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

Chapter 75 Threatening with Young Children Just to Control Su Jiuer's Emotions
Su Jiu'er took a step back, looked at Yan Yunxiao and said, "Your Majesty, what do you want my concubine to say?"

"Or, Your Majesty wants to hear what the concubine has to say?"

Yan Yunxiao stepped forward with a smile, and forced her into a corner, "This palace won't let you out, so you too. You also watched the execution, why, don't you have anything to say to the widow?"

"No."

Su Jiu'er said two words crisply, without the slightest hesitation or hesitation.

"Really not?"

He gritted his teeth and stared intently at Su Jiuer's eyes. He didn't believe Su Jiuer's frank words at all.

What about your pitiful eyes?What about a teardrop of grief?Hiding it so deep, you dare not let him see it?

Su Jiu'er, how long do you want to deceive the widow?
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and slowly restrained Su Jiu'er's throat, his eyes filled with obscure and complicated emotions.

Su Jiu'er was startled, for an instant, she seemed to see the cold murderous intent flashing across Yan Yunxiao's eyes.

It's just that the trace of emotion seemed to be wrapped in some kind of struggling pain, and it was fleeting.

Su Jiuer was a little puzzled.

When breathing began to suffer, and Yan Yunxiao's big palm had already grabbed her throat, Su Jiu'er opened her lips and let out a very weak sneer.

This was undoubtedly a strong emotional shock to Yan Yunxiao who had observed Su Jiuer's expression for a long time.

He relaxed a little, as if he wanted to ask Su Jiuer why he was laughing.

But Su Jiu'er sneered without waiting for him to ask, "Is it important to have or not?"

"No matter what the concubine said, does your majesty believe it?"

Why is there such a question.

Her voice was very soft and hoarse, but there was no tremor in the slightest. When she looked at herself, her eyes were bold and bold, with a sense of ironic sympathy.

Su Jiu'er admits to suffering from mental hysteria, which cannot be blamed on the patients, just like patients with depression, suffering from this disease is not what they thought.But as long as a person is still alive, he will still give himself a ray of light to redeem himself from the bottom of his heart.

But there are also some people who are unwilling to face their own hearts, and just evade. This kind of deviant thought will only make them feel abandoned by the world.

Then, turn and turn against the whole world.

This sentence sounds very naive in the modern world, but under the monarchy, this sentence can become a real existence.

This is where Su Jiuer's irony lies.

Just like the current Yan Yunxiao.

Her sympathy is not unreasonable. Looking at him now, he looks pitiful and sad.

And for a person as high as he is, killing a person is as easy as crushing an ant. Does he need to be pitiful?Who deserves to give him sympathy?
Yan Yunxiao's pupils shrank suddenly from her eyes, her heart seemed to be grabbed by a big hand, her throat was as heavy as if it had been filled with lead, and even her breathing was stuck in her chest. It was burning fiercely, and it hurt him so much.

It seemed to uncover a scar that he had hidden, but he had nowhere to hide.

He felt that not only could he not control Su Jiu'er, but he was also controlled by her.

The familiarity of this scene brought him back to the time when he was in the imperial mausoleum.

At that time, Su Jiu'er was still willing to show weakness and wanted to show his ambition by death, although Yan Yunxiao could see that it was a strategy of retreating to advance, and in the end he succeeded so that he had to go back on his word.

Today's result is still the same as that day, forcing him to stop.

However, Su Jiu'er, who met him head-on like this, had firm and stubborn eyes, and a posture of frost and snow. The shocking power and lethality emanating from his whole body could be said to be condensed into a sharp blade, which stabbed heavily on his body.

But where is the wound?
He couldn't see it, he just felt a pain in his chest and a pain in his head.

There seemed to be another faint voice in his head.
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No matter what the concubine said, would His Majesty believe it?
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Why doesn't the father trust his children?The minister did not push Yunting, and the minister did not steal the queen's inkstone!
Why doesn't my father believe me?
Su Jiu'er watched his pupils change from astonishment to bewilderment, and then to suppressed hatred, but the corners of his mouth were raised, and his smiling face was a bit uglier than crying.

He let go of Su Jiu'er's neck, clutched his chest and stepped back step by step, struggling to breathe heavily.

It seemed that if he didn't breathe like this, he wouldn't be able to relieve himself in the next breath.

And Su Jiu'er also curled up in the corner, clutching her pinched neck, quickly calming down the ups and downs of her chest, and staring at him without waves.

His face was struggling in pain, and his body was twitching uncontrollably. After a while, he opened his bloodthirsty phoenix eyes again, looked at Su Jiu'er's unwavering face, and suddenly felt a strange feeling. A sense of hopelessness.

Su Jiu'er thought that today would be over like this.

She watched Yan Yunxiao's every physical reaction, thinking that he might be about to get sick.If Yan Yunxiao knew it in his own mind and could still control it, she would give him another step down and say a few nice words.

It will be easy for her when she returns to the palace.

But suddenly he heard a child cursing in his ear. "Hey! You big devil, eat me with a slingshot!"

"Go to hell, big devil!"

Su Jiu'er and Yan Yunxiao looked at it almost at the same time, and saw a child under the gate tower who was about the same age as Yan Yunlin was holding a slingshot and shooting it at Yan Yunxiao on the gate tower.

The tower was so high, the slingshot would not be able to hit Yan Yunxiao, the stone that was thrown up only fell into the air before falling down.

What made people nervous was that he yelled at Yan Yunxiao with the words "ghost, devil".

Su Jiuer suddenly frowned.

Twilight is approaching, who by chance ran out a child to "fake the might of a tiger" in front of Yan Yunxiao?
The military guards downstairs went to catch the child, and the child ran away, but after all, he couldn't run at the pace of an adult.

"Your Majesty! The child who uttered obscenities has been captured!"

After the military guard captured him, he reported to the higher authorities.

Su Jiu'er then turned her eyes to look at Yan Yunxiao, she moved her lips, intending to persuade her, but seeing her like this, Yan Yunxiao sneered sarcastically, and her voice stopped in her throat.

He seemed to have found a little more control over Su Jiu'er.

"Don't you have a fearless face? Why? Now that you show this expression, is it because you are afraid that the widow will kill the child?"

After finishing speaking, he sternly said to the military guard downstairs, "Send it up!"

The child was lifted up by both hands, kicking his legs and crying loudly, "Let me go! Let me go! You adults are bullying children! You are a big villain!"

Sure enough, when the child was brought up and she grabbed his front and lifted it up, Su Jiuer's pupils shrank slightly, and she looked at herself in horror.

Su Jiuer blurted out, "Yan Yunxiao! What are you going to do!"

As she spoke, she saw Yan Yunxiao gave her a provocative look, turned a blind eye to the child's cries and struggles, and slowly lifted the child out of the tower.

At the moment of volleying in the air, the child really became frightened, and burst out a sharp cry.

(End of this chapter)