Fatal Concubine

Chapter 47
After finishing off a lion, Nangong Yufei flew to Zhuling's side, with an unconcealable teasing in his voice.

"Hmph!" The queen's pretty face was already livid, and she would probably vomit blood if she said a word.

Spiritual kindness?There will be no vicious people in the world!

"Empress, I think you have to take off your clothes." Zhu Ling's simple words were enough to make the queen hit the wall.

Is there such a domineering one?In public, to let the queen of a country take off her clothes in front of everyone is too...

The queen turned from anger to consternation. She really suspected that there was something wrong with her ears, and her eyes were bigger than light bulbs: "What did you say?"

"I said, empress, you have to take off your clothes too, or I'll help you..." After speaking, Zhu Ling smiled, and the silver sword in his hand flickered.

"You...you dare..." She was scared, really scared, really afraid that the long sword in Zhuling's hand would fall on her body, and then her naked body would be exposed in front of everyone.

"Okay, now that the lions have been dealt with, everyone is frightened, so go back to rest." The emperor's voice sounded.

She was afraid that something out of the ordinary would happen to Chasing Spirit. Although he was dissatisfied with the queen, the queen was the mother of a country after all.

"Your Majesty, you have to decide for Chen'er and your concubines." Nangong Rui leaned on him, wiping away tears as the queen watched.

"The emperor Ling'er was just helping the prince and queen. Their clothes were stained with pollen, and pollen is what drives the lions crazy, so they kept attacking the prince and queen. Ling'er cut the prince's clothes to pieces, Lions will naturally not attack him." Zhu Ling looked at the emperor, presumably he should have felt it too.

On the emperor's handsome face, there was only a faint expression, and he did not speak or refute. I am afraid that no one knows what he is thinking in his heart. When he looked up again, he looked at Nangong Yu who had been silent all this time. , a little more cautious.

Under the protection of Feng Ruoye, Feng Lingzhu was not hurt by the lion, and looked at the dead lion angrily, it must be some girl who did it, a stern look flashed in her eyes, and she couldn't help but think in her heart that this hatred is not enough. Tell her to swear not to be human.

"Your Majesty, forgive me. This Izumo country's mistake has brought panic to the Emperor. Please forgive me." In a moment of silence, Feng Ruoye's voice suddenly appeared coldly in everyone's ears.

"Beasts cannot be tamed by humans, and this will not change you. I am talking about the seriousness of your casualties today, so I will not pursue them today." The emperor glanced at the envoy of the Izumo Kingdom.

Most of the dozens of people in Izumo are dead now, and they have nothing to lose, just a shock, so it is not easy for him to pursue it.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." It seemed to be saluting, but there was no sense of humbleness in the words.

"Your Majesty, today the princess will choose the third concubine as her husband. If not for the third prince, the princess will not marry anyone." Feng Lingzhu, who was in a state of embarrassment, did not change her mind, and did not change her mind at all because of this incident.

When Feng Lingzhu appeared, there was a sound of gasping all around, and it immediately attracted everyone's attention. The clothes were already in a mess, and the sleeves and skirts were scratched by the lion.

She showed her snow-white skin, but she didn't feel shy at all, she was still here and said that she wanted to marry the third prince.

Whether Princess Izumo is a fool or a brain-dead, everyone on the field at this time knows that the little princess is not easy to mess with, but she pulls out her teeth in the tiger's mouth, isn't she looking for death!
Nangong Yu raised his head slowly amidst the gasps of the crowd, looked at Feng Lingzhu, who was overwhelmed by the country, and with a slight glance, he looked away. No matter how beautiful the women in the world are, it seems that they can't shake his cold heart However, the only person who can shake his heart is the ten-year-old girl beside him.

But with a cold glance, in front of everyone, there is a scene where the sister is affectionate and the man is interested, isn't it, does the third prince want to marry Princess Izumo?
The empress clenched her fists secretly in the arms of the emperor. Today, she and the crown prince have been humiliated so much. In the future, even if they are noble, it will be difficult for them to raise their heads in front of everyone. This may cause the son to lose the position of crown prince.

Now, if Nangong Yu is marrying Princess Izumo, it will be even more serious. The future emperor will not be her son, but Nangong Yu!
No, I can't let him succeed, but what can she do now?

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhuling next to him smiled lightly and said, "I really don't know how to repent."

The emperor looked at his son, and at this moment he didn't know how to answer: "Yu'er, what do you think of the princess?"

Nangong Yuxin was surprised, what does the emperor mean?Asking this way, it meant that he had promised Princess Izumo to him, and Junrong replied very calmly: "I won't marry her."

"But, this princess has fallen in love with you, don't you want Izumo and Daxing to meet each other?" Feng Lingzhu looked at Nangong Yu, that look is absolutely inevitable.

"I Daxing will definitely not lag behind you in Izumo. No one will be able to tell who wins and loses in a sword fight." Nangong Yu's eyes became indifferent, how could he be afraid of her threat.

"You..." Feng Lingzhu was a little speechless. He thought he would put the overall situation first, but he didn't expect that he would rather go to war between the two countries than marry her. Is it because of the girl next to her?

"Lingzhu, don't make trouble." Feng Ruoye scolded in a cold voice, Nangong Yu admired him somewhat, he had heard about his deeds long ago, but he didn't expect that he was still a sentimental species.

Feng Lingzhu's beautiful eyes were stained with a layer of frost, and there was a murderous aura hidden in the pupils.

"Is it because of this doll?" Feng Lingzhu completely ignored Feng Ruoye's words, and turned her eyes to Zhuling again, "Tomorrow at noon, my princess will have a duel with you at the gate of the imperial city. If this princess wins, he will be mine." .”

Zhu Ling stood beside Nangong Yu in a funny way, and fought her duel?When the people around heard this, they were all horrified. This is a bet with the Third Prince, whoever wins will win...

"What if we lose?" The tone was calm, but it was more powerful than Feng Lingzhu.

"Losing? This princess will never lose." She challenged Zhuling arrogantly.

Zhu Ling frowned, looked at Nangong Yu, she was worth doing for this perfect husband.

Seeing Zhuling's silence, Feng Lingzhu was a little contemptuous, "Why, don't dare? You are not so arrogant, disdain anything, dare to say anything? Are you afraid today? Well, since you dare not accept my challenge, then give it to me. This princess knelt down and gave him to me."

In a blink of an eye, Zhu Ling looked at the arrogant Feng Lingzhu with a cold face, and said coldly: "I will give you a chance to reconsider."

"What? Haha..." Feng Lingzhu picked out her ears, as if hearing some extremely funny joke, raised her head and laughed, "Reconsider? You deserve to say this, haha, yes Don't look at your own virtues, dare to speak boldly in front of this princess."

Zhuling glanced at the laughing Feng Lingzhu with cold eyes, and a trace of absolute cruelty flashed in his eyes: "If that's the case, then don't regret it."

Tomorrow's duel was decided, and the ministers withdrew one after another. Today, the banquet really made people lose their lives.

When Feng Lingzhu left, she still looked back at the cold Zhuling, just a doll, you are lucky today, and you will definitely not let you go tomorrow.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Ling raised his eyebrows, after today, a flower may not die but will be disabled tomorrow.

Night, deep and blurred.

The sky is like thick ink, so deep that it cannot be melted away, but the full moon is unusually bright, like an incandescent lamp, hanging high on the dark curtain.

The autumn wind blows gently.

The fallen leaves, flying into butterflies, rolled down from the high branches and fell to the ground. After being swept away by the autumn wind, they made a rustling... rustling... whispering and light sound.

(End of this chapter)