My Queen, you are naughty again

As soon as Chu Li finished speaking, Murong Rui puffed a smile and conveniently pulled her beside him. That Wang affectionate was really envious of others and said intimately, "ah Li, this poem is really high! Prince Dongchang, what do you think of the princess?"

One only chants the beauty of peony, the other never takes the ordinary road directly. Singing white peony with a slight sense of story, anyone can comment on one high and one low.

Princess Qingcheng looked cold, shook her hand slightly unconvinced and said, "even if you win today, let's compete next time!"

Then he turned and strode away from Murong Rui's palace.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room finally made people breathe. Chu Li sat on the bench, looked at Mo Rongrui angrily and said word by word: "the Lord really trusted me and pushed me into the fire pit without blinking!"

But Murong Rui said faintly, "did the king push you into the fire pit? The king didn't feel it."

After that, he waved to xiaojingzi again and said, "go and heat the dumplings."

As a result, when xiaojingzi brought hot dumplings, the two were already in a quarrel. Xiaojingzi outside couldn't help laughing. When was there another person around the Lord who could flirt and scold.

But on this side of the prison, Lu Qianqian was still in prison clothes. The wound that had just been drugged was not sharp. He was beaten by their prison guards. The sour smell was filled in the cold cell.

The sound of pattering and steady footsteps came from the outside. Lu Qianqian tightened his eyebrows and looked over there with his eyes.

I saw a dark blue brocade robe, with auspicious cloud patterns embroidered with gold and silver thread on the skirt and cuffs, and a piece of high-grade lanolin jade pinned to the waist. With a faint light, I could see a royal character vaguely engraved on it.

"Why are you here?" Lu Qianqian frowned, looked up at Murong Yu and said faintly.

The jailer opened the lock, and the man standing behind Murong Yu came forward and pulled Lu Qianqian out. Murong Yu's low voice came from his ear: "the father wants to see you, and ordered the king to take you there."

When the emperor wanted to see Lu Qianqian, Lu Qianqian sneered and let the people brought by Murong Yu frame her out. The loose prison clothes were outlined by the breeze.

Seeing the sunshine again, Lu Qianqian felt very dazzling outside for a moment, subconsciously blocked. The torn wound was bloodstained and made Mo Rong frown.

After that, he took Qianqian to deal with the wound and asked the maid to change her clothes again before taking her to Daming Palace.

Golden red roof, silk curtain, jade wooden chair, Daming Palace is still prosperous and beautiful. Lu Qianqian's blue clothes and ink hair are only pulled up with a simple wooden hairpin. His face with a little powder has a little color. Even so, it makes people look back and stop.

The emperor's ink was covered in nine Golden Dragon robes, and the jade wrench on his hand flashed. He sat in front and looked at Lu Qianqian who was brought up.

"See the emperor for the prisoner Lu Qianqian."

The thin body knelt in front of Mo Shen. The original soft and gentle voice is now cold and strange.

Mo Shen said faintly, "get up."

"Thank you, Emperor." Lu Qianqian propped up his feet, got up carefully, stood there and looked at the emperor.

Slightly old face, but the facial features are still as young as they were.

"Qianqian, do you hate me so much?" Mo Shen just saw her, there was all kinds of tenderness in his firm eyes. Yes, he was ashamed, but he also hated.

Lu Qianqian on the other side was worried about his teeth, nodded and said, "don't hate. The emperor has nothing to do with me. Please give an order earlier. The prisoner should die!"

"You deserve to die, you deserve to die, should I have cut thousands of knives in your heart!" Mo Shen's green veins on the back of his hands were exposed, and a pair of thick sword eyebrows frowned together, so he couldn't help roaring.

In the huge Daming Palace, the bodyguard is holding his hand outside, and Murong Yu is beside Lu Qianqian. Looking at such a scene, no one dares to step forward.

For a long time, I only heard Lu Qianqian say again: "no, the prisoner dare not. The emperor is the son of heaven and has a noble status. Is it that we and other sinners can delusion?"

"You are the son of heaven, Lu Qianqian. Have you made up your mind to give up on me since the moment my identity was revealed?"

If Mo Shen is a Mingjun, but in this relationship with Lu Qianqian, he is a loser. Their hero saved the United States at the beginning, but there is no perfect ending, just because he is today's emperor, an emperor who can have 3000 beauties in the harem.

"Yes."

On the Daming Palace, only Lu Qianqian had a firm and undeniable voice.

The clean reflective floor reflects Lu Qianqian's eyes. No one knows that behind these eyes, there is also a Wang tenderness. Unfortunately, it has long been covered by these layers of deep palace.

I don't know how long later, with a bang, the jade porcelain cup used by the emperor fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Then he heard Mo Shen's voice as before: "Princess Xian Lu Qianqian assassinated the emperor. She committed a capital crime. Read her old love, give him heding red, and execute tomorrow!"

The crane top was red, Lu Qianqian raised his mouth, looked up at the ink in the noble Dragon Robe, and said, "thank you Lord longen." he knelt down slowly and buttoned his head.

Sitting in front of the Mo Shen eyebrows a cold, shake hands and turn away.

On the Daming Palace, Lu Qianqian got up slowly, dressed in white and blown up by the wind. A tear from the corner of his eye fell silently, rolling on the floor, and no one could see it.

"Why?" Murong Yu looked at the people on the ground and slowly opened his mouth.

"After all, it's free. Leave here, isn't it? It's good for both of us." Lu Qianqian's eyebrows relaxed. As soon as he got up, he was pressed by the bodyguard and took away the Daming Palace again.

For a moment, the news that Princess Lu Qianqian was given heding red spread all over the palace.

Some people are sorry, others praise, but they are all outsiders. They don't know what kind of past their current emperor and this Jianghu woman Xian Fei have.

No one expected to see Lu Qianqian of another identity one day in the future.

When Chu Li heard that Lu Qianqian was given heding red, the whole person had been covered, his hand holding the cup kept shaking, ran crazy to Mo Rongrui's study and banged on the wooden door.

I don't know what. There is a drizzle in the air. The whole sky is gray without any warmth.

"Murong Rui, Murong Rui! Open the door!"

Chu Li patted the door of the study with both hands and kept shouting. Tears filled my eyes and slid down my cheeks.