Ji Rong's dark eyes stared at Fu Yue almost without blinking, and her pale and slender hands stretched out in her direction, half lifted in mid-air.
"come over."
Thin lips opened and closed.
Can't hear the words of joy and anger.
The surrounding maids were all frightened, their faces were ashen, and there was an unconcealable look of despair on their faces.
It's over, it's over.
Now the imperial concubines and concubines will definitely be punished, and they will surely die under His Majesty's wrath.
Fu Yue put her hand against her red lips and coughed slightly.
"Actually, it's all a misunderstanding."
After finishing the first sentence, she fell into a strange silence.
hiss.
Isn't this what a scumbag must say when he is caught and raped
Ji Rong took the initiative to walk towards Fu Yue, and when he walked to her side, he glanced coolly at Yu Li next to him, and then, in the light eyes of the swordsman in black, he put his arms around Fu Yue's waist, declaring The meaning of sovereignty is self-evident.
"Misunderstand?"
"Then explain, Chuchu, why, why does he appear here? In the inner courtyard of the palace, why does there appear a man's figure."
Fu Yue narrowed her eyes: "..."
She felt that Ji Rong was drifting away.
How dare he speak to her like that.
"Can you say that again?"
The knife in Fu Yue's eyes swished towards Ji Rong.
The other party paused.
His tone softened a little: "I'm just asking, why is he here?"
Fu Yue stared at him: "Tell me again with the tone just now."
Ji Rong: "..."
Ji Rong: "I was wrong."
Honestly admit your mistake.
The domineering is only three seconds, and the second is cowardly.
Keeping an eye on Yu Li between the two of them: "..."
Holding the sword, silently looking at the sky.
The maids trembled: "..."
Has the weather changed
Your Majesty is bewitched
Noticing the expressions of the maids, Fu Yue's eyelids twitched, and he waved his hands to let them all go down. If Ji Rong said anything again, they were so scared that their little hearts couldn't stand it.
Only Fu Yue, Ji Rong, and Yu Li were left in the huge Weiyang Palace.
Without waiting for Ji Rong to ask any more questions.
Fu Yue strikes first.
She pointed to the square box on the table, her expression was indescribable, and the corners of her eyes were twitching.
"Ji Rong, won't you explain to me what this is?"
Ji Rong glanced at it.
"Concubine Shu's head."
He was a little puzzled, and didn't understand why Fu Yue had such an expression of eating a fly.
Fu Yue: "You sent this thing early in the morning to scare me? Are you itchy?"
Her fists were clenched.
Ji Rongli said bluntly: "Yesterday you were angry, and I asked you and you didn't say why. I found out later that it was this woman who made you angry. So I killed her and sent you her head. You shouldn't are you happy?"
Fu Yue: "..."
Yu Li: "..."
Fu Yue pointed to herself in disbelief, and then to the head.
"Should I be happy?"
She may really not understand the brain circuit of the tyrant.
Yu Li, who was standing aside holding a sword, also understood what had happened.
The expression on the black-clothed swordsman's face was indescribable.
Yu Li lowered his eyes, looked at Fu Yue, and said seriously: "Is there something wrong with him?"
Fu Yue nodded: "It should be."
Ji Rong: "...you think I'm dead?"
Fu Yue pushed away Ji Rong's hand holding her waist with a headache, and sat down aside, as if I wanted to be quiet and you don't disturb me.
As for Yu Li, he stared at Ji Rong for two seconds.
"Stupid."
For the first time in his life, the killer brother swears.