Quick-wearing female supporting roles: the sickly villain is suicidal

Chapter 49 Your Highness, Please Respect Yourself 49
King Rong was so excited that he wanted to overthrow King Ming and perform meritorious service in front of the emperor, so he didn't notice the emperor's impatience for a while.

He stood up suddenly, lifted the hem of his robe and knelt down, frightened the emperor, and asked sharply, "What are you doing?"

His gang of bear sons would not do such a big gift if they had nothing to do. Once they did, it would definitely not be a good thing.

Countless conjectures had even drifted through the emperor's mind, but what King Rong said next was something he never expected.

"Father, my son came here today to expose Uncle Wang. My son suspects that he is deliberately pretending to be crazy, but in reality he is keeping a low profile, waiting for an opportunity, and intends to usurp power!"

King Rong spoke every word with force, every word hit the emperor's heart.

"What did you say?"

The emperor jumped up from his chair suddenly, his expression was filled with fear and fear, and finally turned into anger, "Say it again, how do you know he's just pretending?"

Facing the suddenly furious emperor, King Rong was not afraid at all, and told the emperor what Lan Yuning had said to him.

After hearing this, the emperor sat back on the chair in a daze, frowned and muttered: "Even so, I can't..."

"Father Emperor." Rong Wang interrupted the emperor's words. It would be disrespectful in normal times, but now the emperor doesn't care about it.

"Whether it's true or not, you can tell once you try it, but it's better to believe it or not. If a momentary negligence causes a catastrophe in the future, the loss outweighs the gain! This is the first time this son-in-law came to report to the emperor after knowing the matter." I just hope that Royal Father is prepared, and if Uncle Wang really harbors evil intentions, Royal Father will not be caught off guard."

What he said was sincere, as if he was really a good son who shared his father's worries.

The emperor fell silent, and countless images flooded up. He recalled the demeanor of King Ming back then, recalled that the late emperor once praised him as an ancestor, and recalled that unsmiling Taifu also said that he is a rare gentleman in the world. If he does not fall into the blue sky in the future, There will be great achievements and a famous name in history.

Another person might feel apprehensive about this kind of praise, but that person is the Ninth Prince, King Ming who is famous all over the world, he just laughed it off and accepted it calmly, that kind of self-confidence is enough to make countless people feel ashamed.

Will such a person really be devastated because of those blows?

Perhaps, he was really pretending, keeping a low profile, waiting for a one-hit kill.

As for who to kill...it's obvious, isn't it?

The emperor suddenly felt very cold, and he shivered from the cold.

He clenched the armrest of the chair and woke up. His eyes slowly swept across the spacious and simple imperial study room, and then at King Rong kneeling on the ground. He made a decision in an instant.

"You're right." The emperor said in a deep voice, "It's better to believe what you have or not to believe what you don't have. You step back first. You don't need to get involved in this matter. There should be no third person in the conversation between you and me today." I know, do you understand?"

King Rong raised his head to meet the emperor's dark eyes, and nodded: "Yes, I understand."

Only then did the emperor nodded in satisfaction, and waved his hand to let him back down.

When King Rong left, he called Li Jian and gave him one or two orders. Li Jian raised his head in surprise, then knelt down again after a while and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry about this slave's work. If something goes wrong, this slave will take his head to apologize. "

……

On October [-]th, the emperor held a family banquet in the palace and invited all the princes into the palace to have a talk.

The euphemism is: I want to see these siblings and sons.

Lan Shuang smiled when she heard the words, "Speaking is better than singing, so who will believe this? When did he value family affection so much?"

"It's all about the Hongmen Banquet. It's probably what Lan Yuning said to King Rong. Didn't King Rong enter the palace to meet the emperor a few days ago? He also spied on the imperial study with him for half an hour."

King Ming wrote while talking, but he didn't feel flustered at all.

Lan Shuang put down the hand holding the fan, leaned on the couch and asked, "Is the painting finished? Can I move?"

King Ming nodded: "Yes."

Lan Shuang got up immediately when she heard the words, and went to the back of King Ming and looked down at his painting.

In the painting, the beauty is lying on the couch in purple clothes, her body is exquisite, and the folding fan in her hand covers half of her face casually, as if she heard someone calling her, she turned her head slightly to look at this side, her eyes were full of smiles, and her red lips were full of smiles. Lightly pick, still want to speak.

Lan Shuang stared blankly for a while, "Is this me?"

Ming Wang was amused by her serious tone: "Otherwise?"

He gently helped the beauty draw her eyebrows, then stopped writing, turned around and stared at Lan Shuang again: "It doesn't look like it?"

Lan Shuang shook her head lightly: "How can I be so beautiful? Your painting is almost like a fairy."

King Ming finished the last stroke, put the pen back, and lightly tapped the tip of Lan Shuang's nose with his finger, "This is you, you are so beautiful in my eyes."

Lan Shuang threw a round fan at King Ming's hand and gave him a look: "I think you are a beauty in the eye of a beholder."

King Ming laughed easily, and then laughed louder and louder.

Lan Shuang couldn't laugh or cry: "Is it so funny?"

King Ming smiled and shook his head, took a step back, lost his footing, and fell into the armchair.

Lan Shuang: "???"

It just so happened that Yun Fu floated in from outside, muttering: "Hey, I heard that you are going to enter the palace for a banquet today, do you want me to prepare some antidote for you in advance—oh!"

The last sentence broke for some reason, Lan Shuang turned her head in doubt, Yun Fu stood at the door a little awkwardly, "Hey, I should have knocked on the door earlier, I didn't expect the princess to be here, sorry."

It sounded like they were doing something inside.

Lan Shuang put down her round fan and revealed her whole face: "Young Master Yun, come in, I'm just talking to the prince."

"oh, I see."

Yunfu Shi ran in and closed the door, but as soon as he got closer, his eyes fell on Lan Shuang's face, and he couldn't help laughing.

Lan Shuang: "..."

No matter how slow she was, she still realized that there was something on her face.

She frowned and turned to look at King Ming, only to see that he was quietly getting up to run, so don't be too obvious guilty.

Lan Shuang grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back, "I still want to run, so I stretched out my hand."

King Ming smiled sheepishly: "I didn't do it on purpose."

Lan Shuang smiled kindly: "Hand."

King Ming pursed his lips, and stretched out his right hand. Just now when he was painting, he accidentally got some ink on it. It didn't affect him when he was holding the pen, but just now he touched the tip of Lan Shuang's nose, and it rubbed on.

Lan Shuang suddenly felt her eyes go dark, she hurriedly looked for something in the room that could illuminate people, Yun Fu kindly handed her his small mirror: "Here, you're welcome."

Lan Shuang: "..."

She lowered her head to look at the exquisitely crafted small bronze mirror that was handed to her. Not to mention the intricate patterns engraved on it, there were also a few precious stones embedded in the handle.

Just as coquettish as its owner.

So here comes the question, what do you, a big man, carry a small bronze mirror with you all day long? !

　Yunfu: You can’t lose your son’s personality~
　　King Ming: Are you sure it's not a Sao Bao character design?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)