MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 51 Indifferent male X scheming female (five)

The door opened.

It happened that a gust of wind passed by, and it was filled with sweltering heat, which was particularly uncomfortable. Cen Simiao looked up subconsciously, and saw Fu Xuan's gloomy expression, her jaw tightened, and she looked like she was about to kill.

Li Yungang just finished the refusal, but his voice has not fallen.

The last note was trembling.

Both were kneeling on the ground. Li Yun calmed down and let down his voice to plead guilty. Cen Simiao has been staring at Fu Xuan, her emotions are complicated.

After all, his eyes were down and he cried.

Pull the tight line in Fu Xuan's head completely.

Cen Simiao glanced at his clenched fist and pursed his lips. If he didn't calm down at this moment, he would have to take off. She got up and happened to be Fu Xuanmai walking over, Cen Simiao grabbed Li Yun's sleeve.

He stood in front of him: "The emperor, this is all I do, and has nothing to do with Lord Li, please don't be mad at me."

The sentiment is deep and profound, she is slender and has a very thin waist, which can only block people a little. This action even poured fuel on the fire. Fu Xuan's eyes fell on her, her eyes were cold, and the depressed anger inside was particularly terrible.

Suddenly her eyes were lowered, and her eyes rolled around her sleeves.

Raising his eyes again, Cen Simao was dragged over before he could see the emotions inside, and he exerted a great deal of strength, as if to crush her bones.

Can't help crying again.

Fu Xuan is even harder.

He looked at Li Yun: "You are so interested that you came to play in your uncle's harem and listened to the words of just beautiful women. Are you happy?"

Speech was full of anger.

Li Yun held his palms up, gave himself courage, and was preparing to justify. He heard: "Do you really want to live with this idea? I just slept in front of my bed, and forgot about it now?"

He's a little shy.

A subconscious glance at Cen Simiao, she bowed her head and leaned against the emperor, just like the eggplant beaten by Frost. Li Yun pondered that even if he received the penalty, he wouldn't care about him at this moment, he would retreat first.

Fu Xuan looked up and gave him a glance, Li Yun suddenly cooled from head to toe.

Cen Simao didn't wait for him to speak anymore. She grabbed Fu Xuan's waist, buried it in his chest, and said in a crying voice, "Chen Xuan misses you. The emperor has left me for so long and thought that I really hated me."

Fu Xuan cold pushed her away.

Cen Simao fell on the ground, and Li Yun ran out of the hall early. Fu Xuan glanced outside, and her gaze fell on her again.

His jaw was tense: "I love you, so come to my courtier ..."

The words behind it were not spoken, and the depressed anger in his eyes was exposed. Holding her shoulder, her eyes were gloomy. It was the first time she saw this expression, and Cen Smiao pursed her lips and heard, "Who would you allow you to be so mean?"

"Take away all your hypocrisy and look at disgusting."

With her hands slowly up, she fell from her shoulders to her neck and tightened slightly to choke her. Cen Simiao stared at him, bending her eyes, and her voice was as gentle as ever: "The emperor feels hypocritical?"

Hands began to strain.

She said strenuously: "Why don't you believe that Chen Min loves you so much? I have never hidden this, but the emperor has been resisting."

Fu Xuan was already anxious and lost her mind.

Cen Simiao's face turned red gradually: "Why the emperor cares too much about the other, but forget yourself completely. You are too restrained and too restrained. Even ordinary husband and wife things, you dare not enjoy yourself."

"The emperor, you obviously want me, and you almost broke the waist of the courtroom in bed that day. You want me, especially."

"But they just want to push me away, emperor, who are you hypocritical?"

Fu Xuan's eyes were straightened by her stimulation, she unconsciously gritted her teeth, and her body trembled. With more and more strength on his hands, Cen Simiao began to feel uncomfortable, and was out of breath.

She breathed out loud.

The system panicked, and wanted to open a finger to Cen Simiao, but she stopped it. It's been a while now, and then toss, let alone the mission is not completed, and life can't be saved.

Cen Simiao refused to live or die.

She stared at Fu Xuan, with a touch of taunt in her eyes, and more nostalgia, Fu Xuan frowned, never loosened, Cen Simiao reached out and touched his side.

He was stiff.

As soon as they met, she left, and her gaze shifted elsewhere. Cen Simiao laughed softly, provocatively, "The emperor, you are not only hypocritical but also weak."

This sentence was intermittent, exhausted the last breath, began to feel dull after speaking, the hand between the neck did not mean to stop at all. Cen Simiao gradually became blank, her eyes darkened.

I couldn't hear the wind in my ears.

Suddenly she felt relaxed between her neck and the air returned to the tip of her nose. She took a big breath and flushed her face with her head down and a dry cough. Feeling better, I looked up to see Fu Xuan, but I haven't seen it yet.

She was pushed to the ground in a slaughtering pose.

Fu Xuan's cold look was still there, staring at Cen Simiao, seeing the finger marks on his neck, so red, the skin on his face was smooth and white and tender, he gently stroked it.

"Tell me what you just said."

Cen Simiao's eyelashes fluttered, raised the corners of her mouth, raised her arms around his neck, and slightly lifted her upper body. When he lowered his head, he saw a white snow.

"You are the emperor. Even if someone gets in the way, you won't gain the power. You are orthodox. You don't have to worry about the eyes, but you hurt yourself."

Fu Xuan's jaw tightened and she felt her breath fall on her face.

Cen Simao wanted to kiss him close, but left, and the tips of their noses were almost next to each other: "No one can control the emperor, and I am your concubine, from head to toe, even with hair."

Looking up at him, Fu Xuan's eyes were deep, but the gloom in his brows was a little less, and the tone was soft: "If you listen to those old ministers, if you want to live as they say, wouldn't you be them It's the emperor, but you're an obedient minister? "

Fu Xuan coldly said, "You are bold."

She pursed her lips and saw a trace of grievance in her eyes. She stopped looking at him and scratched his side. "If you want a courtier, what's the matter with the court?"

Biting his earlobe, his voice was low: "I should have been yours."

She felt her waist tight, her palms warm, her eyes bent, and her chin rubbing against his shoulders: "Yin Ni's restraint is not what you should do at all. You are the emperor and you can do whatever you want ..."

Before she finished speaking, her lips were hot and kissed hard, her clothes were ripped apart, and her ears were breathing hot. He did not see the indifference before, but was fierce.

Can't wait to get her in the belly.

The forbearance between the eyebrows disappeared long ago and was replaced by ambition. Cen Simao followed him completely, touching his waist with his hands, panting lightly.

The depressed emotion in his heart was picked up by her. Fu Xuan's thirst for power is particularly strong, but he has to bear it and cannot show it.

He did not touch the people in the harem, but he was afraid that the concubine used the means to conceive the child, and the rivers and mountains would be even more dangerous at that time. But in the end, even if restrained, over time, it is easy to do bad things.

Cen Simiao has stirred his nerve from the beginning, intuitively making him feel the desire | the joy of being satisfied. People are not afraid of not being, they are afraid that they will never be encountered again.

The words of her eloquence shifted his desire for power to her, blurring the line.

She also showed great obedience. How could Fu Xuan not be crazy, letting her desire hidden in the heart all be released?

The favoritism suddenly soared to 43 percent.

The door was wide open, and she was lying on the ground, especially cold, with a very hot body, and a thin layer of fine sweat. Looking at the person in front of me, the smile on his lips was always hanging.

Extremely tempting.

Fu Xuan stared at her, and the conquest revealed between her brows became more and more obvious. Cen Simiao kissed him, felt more vigorous, and chuckled.

It wasn't until dark that the subordinates were called over to serve. He bathed in a hurry, and was about to leave. Cen Simiao kept him eating, Fu Xuan glanced at her: "No need."

She turned around and left, she touched her nose, sat down to eat vegetables, and after a while, the **** brought the soup and medicine.

Still said to be replenishing.

Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows and smelled that it was not the same thing as the last time. She didn't talk much, just poured it down, and it tasted a lot.

She asked Fu Xuan: "Is the emperor ready to eat?"

The **** bowed his head and answered two sentences, and refused to say more to her. Cen Simiao bowed her head and ate vegetables, the system asked her aside: "Li Yun's office, you can harm others."

She took a sip of soup: "Bad? He wasn't unaware of it in advance, and it was all well negotiated."

The system snorted: "You are too unconscience."

Cen Simiao raised an eyebrow: "He will be fine, Fu Xuan is not so stupid."

She was stimulated during the day, so she wanted to kill people. Now she calmed down. It was just when Li Yun was used. Besides, she had always shown loyalty in the hall, not to mention excessive words.

Fu Xuan will not treat him, at most it is a symbolic punishment, maybe he can be promoted in the future.

It was just that he must vent his breath.

Perched in the temple.

Fu Xuanzhang wrote the book, which was full of righteousness and morality. But I couldn't see it anymore. He squinted his eyes and thought of what the old minister had taught him, only to feel bored.

Touching the corner of the book, his eyes became gloomy, and the corners of his eyebrows were unwilling.

The **** took the warm kettle from the charcoal fire and poured it into the cup. He accidentally knocked the lid of the cup and was frightened instantly. Fu Xuan heard the movement and looked up.

The **** had already kneeled down for mercy.

He was silent, walked over with the book, the charcoal fire suddenly went out, and the heat surged up against his brain.

The book was thrown in, and the charcoal fire, which was about to go out, ignited instantly, gnawing at the paper.