Mad concubine comes: Prince husband take it easy

"Well, it's time for us to go back."

"Yes!"

In the front hall, the emperor and Empress Dowager had been waiting for a long time.

"Long live the emperor! Long live the Empress Dowager!"

"All free and flat!" the emperor waved his big hand.

"Thank the emperor! Thank the Empress Dowager!"

As soon as she sat down, someone whispered a few words next to the Empress Dowager. The Empress Dowager's eyes brightened and then looked at the people, "Ai family didn't expect that one of you really got huowuliuyan. Which one got it? Stand up and let AI family have a look."

Who? Who is it?

Everyone's eyes wander back and forth among the most competitive candidates they think.

"How is she?"

Suddenly someone exclaimed.

Oh, how can you shout it out? It's too impolite. The people reacted half a beat slowly and turned their heads blankly——

"Cough poof!" when Su Muyan stood up, even the emperor who had just had a drink accidentally choked himself, and the eunuch quickly handed over his handkerchief.

The emperor coughed and covered up his gaffe, "Mu Yan... Well done, well done..."

The whispers below are almost overturned. Why does this waste wood want fire dance Liuyan? A good baby is useless to her! It's a monster!

"Elder sister is so powerful. Did you get it just now? Why didn't you tell me?" Su Lingyue said in a low voice, very happy for Su Muyan.

But in my heart, I scratch my heart with a hundred claws, and my teeth will be broken!

"Ha ha..." Su Muyan said.

Then Su Lingyue waited and waited... No more? What happened?

The Emperor didn't want to ask Su Muyan how he got it. Seeing the dark face of the empress dowager, the emperor smiled, "then open the brocade bag next, empress mother?"

The Empress Dowager instantly recovered her smiling face and nodded, "it's good."

Immediately there was another excitement. The woman put the things in the brocade bag she got in front of her, while the man lined up with keepsakes. When he saw his things, he had to wait for the woman to confirm whether the man was holding his own keepsake.

Su Muyan casually felt out the brocade bag she had taken before. What's in it? She hasn't seen it yet.

When Su Muyan took something, his left and right eyes stared at him at the same time.

With a slap, a half moon shaped jade pendant rolled down to the table.

"Shameless!" Feng zining suddenly scolded.

Su Muyan was inexplicable. Before he could ask anything, a shadow stopped in front of her case

Suddenly, he looked up and suddenly looked at a very aggressive and beautiful face. The edges and corners were as sharp as knives and axes. A pair of obsidian eyes vaguely showed the unstoppable unrestrained momentum of the youth. The tight lips were with a sharp arc. This man, the whole man, was as sharp as a sword that needed to be scabbard!

"Sure enough, I can't relax at all." the voice was extremely cold, and there was an undisguised disgust in his expression.

Su Muyan subconsciously winced and rose in her heart, but she had been pressed down for only a moment.

Su Mu Yan's long eyelashes were light and collected. He covered his eyes and said, "Your Highness King Jing should have been used to it long ago?"

Although Su Muyan pursued her passionately for three years, he was as arrogant as king Jing, but he never paid attention to her as a grass bag princess. He had no mercy on her.

Rong Jincheng hesitated. He had never seen Su Muyan dare to refute him face to face. She always followed his heart, didn't she?

King Jing is still wondering. How can he know that Su Muyan's heart is crying out for evil. He can pick up King Jing's brocade bag easily. Isn't this a bad fate?

"Stop your anger, sister. She doesn't want to make you angry. Maybe she just happened to... Get the prince's brocade bag?" Su Lingyue immediately came out to persuade her when she saw that the atmosphere between the two people was wrong, but the second half of her sentence was skeptical, and others believed that Su Muyan was not "just right".

Although the fact is really so "just"

But when Su Muyan and Su Lingyue are put together, everyone is more inclined to believe in Su Lingyue.

Su Lingyue's existence is almost an antonym of Su Muyan.

Su Muyan is good for nothing, and Su Lingyue is both talented and beautiful; Su Muyan is unruly and willful, and Su Lingyue is gentle and lovely; Su Muyan ran after the man, and Su Lingyue was admired by countless imperial princes.

Such a Su Ling month who compares Su Muyan everywhere and wants to make su Muyan low in the dust, but everyone thinks she has a good relationship with Su Muyan.

Good?

As soon as the word jumped out, Su Muyan couldn't help laughing.

Rong Jincheng frowned and was even more bored in his eyes. "Oh, of course she didn't want to make me angry. I know what her mind is."

"Oh, what's that thought?" suddenly a stupid question.

Rong Jincheng and Su Lingyue were stunned at the same time. They thought they had heard wrong. However, when their eyes unconsciously followed the voice, they saw Su Muyan slightly raise his chin and look at him directly. His eyes were as black as jade.

Rong Jincheng sneered, "I wish you and I knew it. It seems that in your brother's face, the king doesn't want to do things too well."

"King Jing is right," Su Muyan said calmly and smiled. "In fact, I just want to tell you what you have in your hand, no, yes, I, East and West."

She smiled calmly, without any guilty conscience of being caught. She was not humble, silent, impatient or impatient.

Rong Jincheng's deep eyes darkened. For the first time, he felt that the face he had seen for a long time suddenly became vivid.

At the moment, Su Muyan didn't stare at him as usual, but narrowed his eyes slightly.

Rong Jincheng found that her eyelashes were very long.

The long eyelashes are covered with a pair of black eyes with the general color of black jade. There is no emotion, but there is a kind of indifference and brilliance that makes people palpitate.

The lead is beautiful, and the fragrance is beautiful

This seems to be his first time to seriously see Su Muyan.

There seems to be no difference, and it seems... It's completely different from Su Muyan he knows.

No, it's just an illusion.

Rong Jincheng thought, sneering, "do you think the king will believe -"

"That's my hairpin!" Feng zining suddenly whispered, and her eyes fell directly on Rong Jincheng's hand.

Do you think the king will believe your casual lies? Before he could say this, he was slapped by reality.

The corners of Rong Jincheng's mouth seemed to smoke for a while, and then he returned it to Feng zining, "that's just right for you. Take it."