Tyrant he always wants to hit me

Chapter 161 She?

"Young master! Save me! Save me!"

Panicked, Luo Qingqing yelled helplessly.

Su Fuyao was startled, he held his saber and chased after him, with a single step, he used his lightness kung fu to leap into the air, and quickly chased after him.

The street scenes on both sides were reversing rapidly, the carriage was bumping violently, and she was about to be knocked down several times, Luo Qingqing firmly grasped the window with both hands to stabilize her figure, seeing that the carriage was about to hit the building at the gate of the city, The car crashed, and a white shadow quickly jumped down from the roof of the car, grabbing the reins.

After running wildly for tens of meters, the carriage finally stopped, and Luo Qingqing's heart was about to jump out of her throat.At this time, the car curtain was raised, and the young master in white clothes Shengxue leaned in and asked in a calm voice, "Are you okay?"

Losing control for a moment, Luo Qingqing pounced on him and hugged him: "I thought I was going to die!"

The body being hugged suddenly moved, and his cold voice rang in her ears: "My queen."

"I'm sorry." Luo Qingqing suddenly came to her senses and wiped the tears off her face in a panic.

The shadow of the candle turned red, Zhaojun played with Wei Ying's hair and asked, "Do you want to be the king's concubine?"

Wei Ying panicked, and subconsciously asked, "Why?"

"Why?" Zhaojun frowned, very dissatisfied with the answer, shouldn't the normal answer be good or bad?What does it mean to ask why?
"Does Your Majesty like Linglong?" Wei Ying asked very simply.

Ask?This routine is getting deeper and deeper, Zhaojun's star eyes are dark, and his sword eyebrows are slightly frowned.

"How do you want this king to answer you?"

"Do you really like it, or is it because Linglong is that crow??" Wei Ying asked calmly.

"crow?"

"Didn't your majesty once say that because it's a house, you like a crow, Linglong, isn't that the crow? Now that the house is gone, how long can your majesty's love for crows last?" Wei Ying sat down. Straightening her body, she said: "Linglong knows that she looks mediocre, and she has nothing special compared to other women. She is not sure that she will be favored by the king. Maybe the king is crazy about Linglong now, but it is just a momentary pleasure. Linglong, I don't want to. Please forgive me, Your Majesty, for a woman who has become a woman who has deep grievances in the palace because of a momentary pleasure."

After speaking, Wei Ying stood up and left gracefully.

The chest was empty, and it took Zhaojun a long time to come back to his senses.reject.She turned him down!

Even if she wears away her arrogance and turns her into a humble court lady, she still looks down on him, the supreme king of a country.

Unexpectedly, after losing her memory, she did not fall in love with him again. Zhaojun was full of disappointment, and at the same time, gradually developed a desire to challenge.

Wei Ying, you can't escape, just wait and see!
The carriage was destroyed, and the two could only walk. There were only a few hurried passers-by on the dark and empty long street.

The two walked slowly side by side, silently.The temperature difference between day and night in King Wei's city was huge in autumn, and at night, Luo Qingqing's thin clothes could no longer withstand the cold wind.

Her ten fingers were freezing cold, Luo Qingqing gasped on her hands from time to time, Su Fuyao hesitated, and finally took off the cloak on her body.

With a warm cloak on her body, Luo Qingqing looked down and was slightly taken aback.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly struck, Luo Qingqing was in a daze for an instant, she didn't pay attention to her feet, she stumbled and almost fell again.

"Be careful." Su Fuyao stretched out his hand to support her.

After standing still, Luo Qingqing didn't pull out her hand, but lightly grabbed one of Su Fuyao's sleeves, hesitantly said,
"My lord, the road is dark, and I'm a bit night-blind. May I lead you by the sleeve for a walk?"

"En." Su Fuyao responded.

"You're taking the liberty." Luo Qingqing said.

The road from the city gate to Zhuge's mansion seemed to be the longest that Luo Qingqing had traveled in her life. When she arrived at Zhuge's mansion, the birthday banquet was already half over.Almost half of the royal city's dignitaries gathered here, and the entire flower hall was full of guests. For a while, the sound of drinking and joking was endless.

Luo Qingqing couldn't stand the noise, because she was pregnant, she went through a cutscene and went back to the room in the backyard to rest, while Su Fuyao was still sitting at the table.

Maybe she is right. When looking for someone, you should look for it in a crowded place. Even if you can't find someone, you can still get some news about her.Even if you can't hear about her, it's good to listen to other gossip.

Sure enough, not long after sitting down, someone started chatting, and he heard his own name.

"Hey, have you ever heard that Su Fuyao, the king of Shu, has recently retreated into seclusion and does not ask about government affairs?"

"I heard that, but what is this retreat? The retreat is just an excuse. I heard that he is no longer in the country, so he went to find his little wife a long time ago.

"Little wife? What little wife?" A guest who didn't know the truth asked strangely.

"Just say, Mrs. Man, who once ran to Wu State and was detained by Zhaojun, I heard that she was pregnant when she left. I don't know whose child it is."

"Really? Isn't there a grassland above Su Fuyao's head? Hahahaha." The guests at the table burst into laughter.

With a "bang", the wine glass in Zhaojun's hand fell off.

What? !When she left Wu, she was already pregnant!Could it be. . .

"Is this news reliable?" All the guests looked at him curiously.

"Reliable, of course reliable." The man said triumphantly, "My friend is the director of the imperial hospital in Wu State. At that time, he was the one who took the pulse for Mrs. Man himself."

"Huh." Suddenly, Su Fuyao stood up, walked outside with a sullen face.

Someone asked curiously, "Who is this person?"

Several people shook their heads, "This is a man brought back by the empress, I don't know his identity."

The guests continued to drink and toast each other.

Su Fuyao returned to the palace, and Luo Qingqing came back early the next morning. The two met on the arched bridge in the Imperial Garden, as if nothing had happened. He passed by.

Su Fuyao stood there steadfastly, and a familiar fragrance came to his nostrils again.

Recalling the news he heard from the guests at the wine table yesterday, his eyes inadvertently glanced at her slightly protruding belly, Su Fuyao was startled suddenly, a crazy guess flashed through his mind, he was stunned like an electric shock Standing there in a daze.

He had gone to more than ten cosmetic powder shops in Wei State, but he couldn't find any cosmetic powder with the same smell as hers. Therefore, the smell might not come from the powder, but from the cosmetic powder. . .

Su Fuyao slowly raised his head, stared straight at her back, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

(End of this chapter)