No one even saw how the emperor walked in front of Xuanji, and that sharp kick. Xuanji still lowered her head, staring at the dying little wolf without saying a word.
The chin was lifted by the slender fingers, and she saw the sinister and cold arc of the man's mouth, "Nine times? Very good!"
"Xuanji, do you really think that I am reluctant to hit you?" Long Feili said after each word.
"Chen and concubine dare not. Xuanji twitched the corners of his mouth, "The emperor can even kill his concubine. "
The emperor chuckled, "Not bad."
There was not the slightest smile in the deep pool-like eyes.
Squinting slightly, the little wolf whose breathing was getting weaker suddenly opened his eyes, let out a few hoots, and stared at the emperor fiercely... It didn't understand what he said, but the spiritual little beast still sensed the dangerous aura of the man in front of him.
Struggling to stand up from Xuanji's arms, it was frightened and angry, and the hair all over its body trembled, like a little hedgehog.
Normally, Xuanji wanted to laugh, but at this time she just wanted to cry.
Just, can't.
It is often said in novels that no one is worth your tears, and those who are worth your tears are reluctant to cry.
His nose was sore, so he could pretend to be indifferent after reciting these words a few times.
Momo looked at him.
The emperor squeezed her chin and stared at her. He was calm, but her stubborn and indifferent eyes made him irritable and angry.
This woman is blatantly challenging his authority.
"Xia Sang."
"The servant is here." Xia Sang's scalp was numb.
"Nine times. Do as Nian Concubine Niangniang said, and finish what has not been completed." The emperor let go of the woman, and the emperor made a solemn decision.
In the hall, there was suddenly a tense atmosphere.
"The servant obeys the order." Xia Sang replied in a low voice.
Do you want to do it? Long Zijin was slightly surprised... It seems that since childhood, he has never guessed the mind of his ninth brother. Then he smiled at Xia Sang and said, "This king can guess what you are thinking."
"You are slandering why the emperor didn't call Xu Xi, right?"
Xia Sang gave him a smirk but glanced at Xu Xi intentionally or unintentionally. The breeze on the side sneered slightly.
Xia Sang's appearance is easy-going and refreshing, but in reality he has a sharp eye and an unusually cautious temperament. He walked up to the emperor and glanced at the emperor secretly.
The young emperor stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowed.
Xia Sang thought, this time... he was inaccurate.
"Offended, Nian Concubine-" he said in a low voice.
Xuanji nodded.
At this moment, Diefeng had no idea where the strength came from, broke free from the hands of the two eunuchs who were holding her, blocked in front of Xuanji like a madman, knelt down hurriedly facing the emperor, kowtowed desperately, and choked: "Your Majesty, this servant beg I beg you, the master who spared the slaves, it was the slaves who made the mistake, and it was the slaves who were supposed to be punished."
"Xia Sang, didn't you hear my will?" The emperor was slightly impatient.
This Diefeng's words are not haunting him, just like transparency and air.
Xuanji stretched out her hand to hold Diefeng, and shook her head gently, "Don't..."
Give the little wolf to her again.
The little wolf stretched out and pulled Xuanji's shirt, screaming loudly, but refused to leave.
Diefeng shook his head desperately and cried, "Master, why don't you justify to the emperor?"
Did it work. Xuanji felt sad in her heart, and she also had a little thought, even though she knew that the chance was slim... but she would rather be silent, just wait until she was slapped.
"Oh, concubine Nian, do you have anything to say to me?"
The voice was indifferent and cold.
Xuanji glanced at the emperor, and Long Feili raised her eyebrows lightly.
She had seen that kind of attitude on Long Zijin's face just now, and it was a playful sarcasm.
After swallowing hard, she walked up to the emperor, gritted her teeth and knelt down slowly.
This is the world of imperial power, and kneeling is normal.
However, it was indeed the first time she knelt down to the emperor.
"Can I ask you one thing?" She heard her voice... a little humble.
The emperor said nothing.
She thought—he was listening, for she could vaguely feel his gaze on the top of her head.
An overwhelming sense of oppression.
She raised her head suddenly, and sure enough, he saw his eyes glaring at her lightly.
It's never been clearer that she's... just a thing to him. He was waiting for her to beg for mercy.
Of course, whether to let it go or not depends on his mood.
Gently put the little wolf on the ground.
The little wolf seemed to feel her slowness, and squatted obediently on her lap, narrowing his eyes.
The emperor reached out and touched the scar on her cheek, "Do you want me to take my life back?"
The inadvertent laziness in that tone will give people the illusion of warmth.
"Chen and concubine dare not." She smiled bitterly and reached out to brush the hair from her forehead.
The mark on the bed was a bit ugly, she deliberately pulled a strand of her hair down to cover it up before going out.