MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 49 Indifferent male X mindful female (three)

In the next few days, Cen Simiao had not even encountered the stone steps of the dwelling house. Since that day, after drinking it, Fu Xuan seems to have forgotten her, and she is alone in the hall, with some unsophisticated signs.

The other concubines in the harem were relieved.

When I saw Cen Simiao's palace, I couldn't help sneering. I always said in the bottom of my heart that the method of Humeizi could not grow, wasn't it sent back?

Feng He heard these rumors outside, trembling with anger, but did not dare to argue with others, for fear of violating what the original owner had explained.

Had to say something from time to time in Cen Simiao's ear.

Leaning on the couch in the temple, Cen Simiao felt a sense of waiting, she really enjoyed it, she didn't think about anything outside. Leng Buding, heard Feng He said, and hesitated.

Frown.

Insincere, the term is really inappropriate.

He had just opened his throat, I'm afraid it was the right time to feel itchy. Could not help but bend her lip corner, Fu Xuan sent her back, and she will definitely not call her again recently, and the other concubines are okay. I guess he can only solve it by himself.

Cen Simiao took a piece of pastry and took a bite. It was sweet. Glancing at Fenghe, she frowned and called her, Fenghe quickly approached.

I only heard: "What do you do when you look down?"

The wind was full, but I felt full of grievances, but I didn't dare to say more. If you want to go back, you have to find out. "

Fenghe only said that she was afraid to say anything, and she saw her frowning: "What's so daunting?

Feng He hadn't responded yet, Cen Simiao glanced at the furnishings in the eye hall, and raised the corners of her lips: "Come, first smash these eye-obstructing things to me and listen.

She started by herself, and the precious porcelain bottle shattered.

The old one is gone, so you have to add the new one.

The person in charge of this matter in the palace has never seen this battle. Whoever dares to act like this will almost smash the entire palace. I dare not say much, gritted my teeth and made up for it.

But two days later, it was fragmented again.

These are all expensive things of gold, and I really felt really tight. After speaking a few words of the scene, I didn't let people under my hand to make up things and quietly went to see the emperor.

Cen Simiao listened to the news brought back, immediately dressed up and put on her body.

Feng He was dying. If the emperor blame it, how could it be better. Cen Simiao seemed very happy, frowning, and suddenly paused, looking at the wind in the mirror: "How can there be movement among other women?"

These days they have not offended people too much. Several niangniangs have gone to Qiru outside the palace to meet, but Fu Xuan ignored them.

There is no way to sue.

No one can swallow this tone. The **** girls are going to go together every day, and there is always a time to see Fu Xuan.

At this moment, the person in charge of supplementing things may meet some mother-in-law. Cen Simiao frowned, that couldn't be better.

Perched in the temple, several women knelt on the ground and cried, and said how they thought about the emperor, and the little lady beside her was all uncomfortable listening.

Fu Xuan looked calm, waited, and then glanced at them: "The harem is to be harmonious. You are so evil words, no politeness."

Immediately, they wanted to send them away, and a few people would say more, and then they saw the emperor asking the minister standing next to him, "What's wrong with you?"

Hesitant to say no, several mother-in-laws made trouble this way, they perfunctory things, protect the short-cut like this, he did not know what to do with this little matter.

Fu Xuan frowned. The man was so anxious that he didn't dare to think about it any more, and quickly said something.

Quiet.

The concubine who had just stepped back, stopped her feet, chuckled in her heart, and quietly raised her eyes to see the emperor, which was completely different from treating them. His brows were all disgusted, and the coldness in his eyes could not help but hold his breath.

Fu Xuan narrowed his eyes.

Cen Simiao got the will, and went to Qiru for questioning. She pinched her thigh, her eyes suddenly red. On the way, I met a minister from the Central Government, who stopped and went to the court to meet the emperor.

Cen Simiao saw him please, touched the wide sleeves, and opened her eyes. This is the person next to the prime minister. It does take a few minutes to learn. He concealed Fu Xuan and became a confidant, which really hurt him.

Bending his eyes, he spoke softly.

When she arrived in the hall, she didn't even see Fu Xuan's face. She heard the eunuch's mission directly and asked her to kneel in the hall for three hours and then go back.

Cen Simiao gritted her teeth, and looked out the door, and saw Fu Xuan followed the minister and went elsewhere.

After the **** had conveyed his intentions, she went out of the palace door and did not look at her, leaving her alone. Cen Simiao dropped her eyes and knelt on for a while, feeling her knees sore, she lifted her skirt, and got up when she was a little bruised.

Sitting on the couch and poured a cup of tea.

The little **** had seen from the edge of the door long ago, and even coughed a few times, Cen Simiao ignored him. This is obviously to do something, not to make her really kneel, no matter whether Fu Xuan killed her in the heart, on the surface will never hurt her.

Waiting until three hours passed, the **** outside reminded.

Cen Simao knelt on the ground again, crying with her head down: "I can't stand up, is my leg broken?"

The **** was shocked, and quickly opened the door to come in, seeing that a beautiful woman couldn't bear the torture, and froze. Isn't this just eating snacks and drinking tea?

Cen Simiao delayed her time and refused to leave.

He persuaded repeatedly, but saw Cen Simiao's face changed, where there is a pitiful meaning, with a cold look: "What are you still doing here, and you are not happy to ask me to go to the doctor. I have recovered from my serious illness, He was weak, and the emperor just punished me to kneel. If it really hurts my life, can you afford it? "

The **** was bitter in his heart, and gritted his teeth and walked away. He was afraid to say anything, for fear that something really happened, and the disaster would fall on him. After a while, the sky darkened and Fu Xuan returned, thinking that Cen Simao should have left.

No one was waiting, I was a bit tired, and I walked to the bed, and suddenly heard someone asking for an answer. I suddenly answered, and suddenly tightened my body. The bed curtain was lowered, with a cold voice: "Who is here?"

A hand stained with cardamom-colored nails, protruded gently, the fingers were slender, and the dull curtain was opened, revealing a charming little face.

The tear marks on the cheeks have not dried up.

Fu Xuan couldn't help breathing tightly, her anger came up suddenly, and she cried, "You are still here. Three hours have passed long ago. Do you want to keep the words in your eyes?"

Cen Smiao's expression was flustered, and she quickly explained that, in a hurry, she opened the skirt open, exposing Bainen's calf, and the blue and purple on her knees became more serious.

She bit her lip. "It hurts. I can't walk."

Fu Xuan was full of anger and was about to reprimand. He heard footsteps. The minister had already come in. He almost forgot.

Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows. This is a rare old official who treats Fu Xuan with loyalty. He especially values ​​it. If she sees her here, she will be unhappy.

Fu Xuan frowned, as if to tell her to be quiet.

Cen Simiao let the system open the golden finger, and on his belt, gently ticked, and immediately lay on the bed. Fu Xuan struggled, but she already kissed on her cheek.

The lip print is especially obvious, even if you wipe it off, you can see some.

The anger in his eyes grew more and more, holding Cen Simiao's arm directly, she heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, her eyes drew, and squeezed out of her throat: "It hurts."

The flimsy mosquitoes still made Fu Xuan's complexion look, and she looked like she couldn't help but want to kill her.

The minister was outside: "The minister has something to report, emperor?"

Fu Xuan cold looked: "I was resting on the bed, a little lacking, so I might as well come again."

The minister was particularly persistent, talking about some things that had missed the country because of his **** for beauty, but Fu Xuan was at ease, knowing that Cen Simiao would not be allowed to hear important things.

So he went.

These words are directed at Cen Simiao.

She was not anxious or annoyed, looking up at Fu Xuan, his disgust between his eyebrows had not receded, and he leaned forward, Fu Xuan reached out and pushed away. Cen Simao fell over softly and happened to fall in his arms.

The throat around her neck moved and she bit her gently.

I just felt that my body was stiff, and I looked at the bed curtain, and the man was still saying, "This is the evil of the country. It came out of mankind and was specially made to confuse the emperor."

He looked up, bent his eyes, and kissed his earlobe.

Hands slowly down, it really is particularly hot. She laughed softly and was pushed away sharply. Fu Xuan's eyes regained a sense of clarity, but the desire between her brows was very obvious.

Cen Smiao pursed her lips and said softly, "Chen Ye rests early on weekdays, and is a little lacking. I ask the emperor to let me sit here for a while."

Before the words fell, she went to unlock the buttons.

Fu Xuan reached out and stopped, Cen Simiao glanced at her hand, bowed her head and kissed gently. He put up with it, feeling that she was nibbling, and his heart was itching suddenly.

Immediately moved his hands.

Cen Simiao took the opportunity to unfasten her clothes, and the white snow on her chest and neck was revealed. Fu Xuan frowned, she ignored her, and unbuttoned her red bellyband.

Fu Xuanzhang held his palms, and the old minister's teachings were in his ears. Stereotyped sounds passed through the bed hangings.

In his eyes was a white jade body, lying there without reservation. Cen Simiao's lips were smirking, her eyes closed, she seemed really sleepy.