Both parties held their own opinions, and the Holy Father frowned.
His eyes first looked at the queen who was surrounded by all the maids. He didn't know the origin of this dress, but he just felt that the queen today was particularly gentle, and her whole body exuded the aura that made his heart beat in the past.
But now she was sitting on a low stool, clutching her chest, with a look of pain on her face.
Suddenly, my heart tightened.
"Fengru, how are you?"
In his anxiety, the Holy Emperor blurted out the queen's name.
Concubine Wan Gui's pupils shrank and she looked at the Holy Lord in disbelief. The blood in her body seemed to flow backwards at this moment, and she was trembling all over.
The maid looked at Concubine Wan Gui with distress. She wanted to speak loudly to attract the attention of the Holy Emperor, but she was stopped when she was about to open her mouth.
Concubine Wan Gui bit her lip hard and shook her head sadly.
She knew that she would lose when the Holy One chose the first one to respond to the Queen.
She lost to the Queen once again.
The Holy Emperor's bright yellow back was facing her, just a few steps away, but it was enough to make her heartbroken. She thought that if she gave up her true love and entered the palace, she would just have to play tricks to win the emperor's favor in the future, and she would be able to live a good life and win.
Queen.
Unexpectedly...
If she had known this, she might as well have taken the previous path and followed it to the death, maybe she could make that man look back.
With all kinds of thoughts in her mind, Concubine Wan Guifei's eyes were lonely and sad, looking particularly fragile at this moment.
Ling Yutong secretly glanced at Wan Guifei and was shocked.
Her shock just now has not gone away, but now the look in Concubine Wan Gui's eyes, maybe she has not forgotten it even now...
Stop it.
She slowly exhaled. She knew about the harem in her heart. If she thought about it more deeply, she might get involved in something terrible.
"Your Majesty, your blood is rising, please rest more."
It can be said that the Holy One turned into a chatterbox in an instant and kept saying words of concern. The scene was far beyond their original expectations.
However, if he were to continue talking, the veins on the empress's forehead would pop out.
It's noisy.
The Holy Spirit paused for a moment, then understood the hidden meaning behind Ling Yutong's words, and his mouth stopped making any sound.
But the queen felt uncomfortable staying outside all the time. The emperor was embarrassed and didn't speak, so Ling Yutong had no choice but to say: "Come here, bring the queen into the palace. Lying down on her back can alleviate the pain a little."
When the powerful maid comes up to carry someone, the Holy Emperor will follow him into the palace.
From beginning to end, Concubine Wan Gui and the others were completely ignored as if they were transparent.
The maid couldn't help it any longer, looked at His Majesty's back and said loudly: "Your Majesty, your Majesty is still kneeling!"
"My Majesty has been kneeling for nearly a day. She even forgot to confess to the Queen at night and just spent the night in front of the palace gate. Take a look at my Majesty!"
The saint's figure paused for a moment.
Then he looked back coldly, his voice cold and stern.
"You want to repent but also criticize others harshly. Is this the sincerity of your mother-in-law?"
"Your Majesty, I don't have..."
The maid hurriedly explained, but was forcefully interrupted by the Holy Master. Her eyes narrowed, giving her a creepy and cold feeling.
"I see, your mother-in-law's repentance is not adequate, please continue to kneel!"
"When will the Queen feel comfortable? Your wife will go to the palace to admit her mistake again."
After saying these words, the Holy Emperor turned around ruthlessly, and there was no trace of the tenderness and sweetness of the past on his face.
It was so cold that Concubine Wan Gui's heart trembled.
The maid turned her head hastily and fearfully, her eyes blurred with tears: "Your Majesty, what should we do now..."
The beautiful crotch on her fingertips had faded. Concubine Wan Gui clutched the corner of her skirt tightly, feeling her stiff and painful legs, she gritted her teeth and said, "I can only kneel."
There were unknown emotions burning in her eyes, and she thought to herself that the only solution now was to see if that person was capable enough to save her.
…
At the gate of the capital, the swaying carriage stopped. The people inside opened the curtain and glanced at the guards with sinister eyes.
The guard felt numb all over and immediately ordered to give way.
The person who does not need to show any tokens, but only needs his face as a pass, is Zhou Luoyu.
It's just that although he is usually domineering, he is not gloomy.
The carriage slowly walked away, but the guard could not forget the fear just now.
In the car, Zhou Luoyu, who had lowered the curtain, had a displeased expression on his face, and his grinning expression instantly shattered his previous gloominess, making it a bit funny.
"I feel so sorry for this prince! This broken carriage, the first thing you do when you return to the palace is to dismantle it!"
"Tear it to pieces!"
The tightly clenched fist was about to hit the carriage seat angrily, but it stopped awkwardly just before hitting it.
Zhou Luoyu curled his lips, looked at the person at the other end of the carriage who was playing with the folding fan leisurely, and spoke in a bad tone.
"You didn't even try to stop me?"
As soon as the shaking of the folding fan stopped, Qi Yan raised his eyebrows, and his voice contained a faint smile, which was catchy and casual.
"Your arm is not injured."
Zhou Luoyu's face suddenly stiffened, his chin lowered, and he screamed in his heart.
My arm was not injured, but my fist hit the carriage and the injury on my shoulder hurt!
His tone was firm.
"snort."
Qi Yan raised his eyes: "Want the second prince to go to the palace first? Or go first..."
As soon as he said this, Zhou Luoyu's emotions were instantly aroused, his tone suddenly became gloomy, and his face cast a shadow.
"Go to the Yu family!"
The coachman from the front responded and the carriage turned around.
Zhou Luoyu was so immersed in his emotions that he didn't notice Qi Yan slightly curling up the corners of his lips.
In Yu Mansion, Yu Jinghong's eyelids twitched, he put down the book he was studying, and suddenly frowned.
He stood up and opened the window, looking out the window at the scenery countless times, his heartbeat rate rising crazily.
I always feel a little uneasy.
A dark light flashed across his eyes, and he thought to himself, Concubine Wan Gui, he tried his best, but if he failed, he would have to sacrifice her. After all, no one can stop her...
There was a "bang" sound that made his eyebrows tremble.
His door was kicked open unceremoniously by the visitor, making a huge noise.
A gloomy and domineering voice suddenly burst out.
"Yu Jinghong, get out of here, my prince!"
The visitor's footsteps made a sound in the house without hesitation, and suddenly, Yu Jinghong broke out in cold sweat on his back.
When did he offend the second prince, his ancestor!
He quickly regained his composure and went out to meet people with a blank and polite smile on his face, without any anger at all.
"Second Prince? As a noble person as you are, why don't you say hello in advance when you come to the mansion, so that I can greet you at the door of the mansion..."
"Oh, you know that this prince is a noble person and you dare to attack him? You are so brave!"
Zhou Luoyu's surging anger was not restrained at all, and he was all angry at Yu Jinghong.
The smile on Yu Jinghong's face faltered.
Only then did he see the bandages wrapped around Zhou Luoyu's sharp tone and...Qi Yan behind him.
Yu Jinghong's pupils contracted violently.
Qi Yan!?
How could Qi Yan stand in front of him intact! He knew the level of those people clearly. Even if Qi Yan had the ability to withstand one attack, what about the second and third times? Qi Yan had not recovered from his old injuries, how could he...
Zhou Luoyu was covered in scars, and due to the raging anger, the bandages were bleeding.