MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 56 Indifferent male X mindful female (ten)

In the palace, the furnishings are the same as before. The panic scene was gone a while ago. The eunuchs of the palace kept their duties and were holding plates in preparation for lunch.

Cen Simiao felt a little loose again when she was lying in bed. The dishes on the table were particularly rich and smelled of fragrant fragrance. She waited for the maid to put the dishes together, first picked up the pastries on the half table and ate.

The sun outside is poisonous. Fortunately, there are ice cubes in the temple to cool it down.

She wiped her forehead with a handkerchief, and the wind load next to it held the copper basin, let her wash her hands, looked around her eyes, and lowered her voice, saying, "You said you would meet him today. If you really want to see him, let the slaves talk . "

The water flowed from the fingers, and Cen Simiao froze for a while, then she seemed to think of it. She wiped her hands and indifferently said, "You don't mention this, I'll forget about it, naturally I will see you."

Feng He don't sigh too much.

Now she was really afraid of her own lady. When she saw that person, her heart softened, and her mind was released to release the heat. If you let him relax, I don't know how much trouble it will take.

Although we have power at the moment, we haven't reached the throne in the end, and the ceremony will be busy for a while.

Cen Simiao took chopsticks to eat vegetables, drank two soups, and stopped. Feng He quickly asked if the food was not delicious, but saw her glance outside the door of the temple.

Only the servants waiting to be served.

Cen Simiao rubbed her forehead: "Don't call him, I'll go over and see for myself."

I ate half of my lunch, took my chopsticks, and went to Qirudian. Cen Simiao let others guard outside, and she stepped in alone. It was a little stuffy inside, and the furnishings were fairly clean, without dust.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew through, and she looked at it, and one of the windows was not closed, her feet moved, and the other windows also opened.

Relieves a touch of dryness.

There was no one to see in the temple. On the east, where the bed was resting, the curtain was lowered, and the wind was fluttering, and one or two could be seen through the gap.

She walked over and opened the curtain.

In the middle was an iron cage nearly two meters high. Fu Xuan's hands and feet were locked tightly, and they were locked on the railings. They could only sit and couldn't stand up. His expression was bleary, and the hatred in his eyes was about to drown Cen Simiao, with a trace of coldness between his brows.

Cen Simiao pinned her broken hair behind her ears: "Emperor, how are you?"

There was a mocking smile on Fu Xuan's lips. Xu was hot because of the weather, and his neckline was open to reveal his chest. Leaning back against the railing, he slouched casually: "Who are you calling?"

Cen Simiao raised his lips: "I'm used to it, but I didn't change it for a while."

Her feet moved, as if looking at the temple, and getting closer to him: "This place is where you lived for a long time. There should be nothing unaccustomed to. Sleep well at night."

Fu Xuan raised his eyes: "Aren't you killing me?"

Cen Simiao froze and nodded: "If you don't kill, you can't bear it."

He narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a long while. Cen Simao didn't move, and stood there. Fu Xuan's face turned black, as if he thought something, and the whole man was angry.

Cen Simao raised her eyebrows and leaned closer: "Aren't you saying you want me to stay with you for a lifetime. I promised you, so I can't break my promise."

Fu Xuan's jaw tightened, her body tightened, and she was so angry that she grabbed her forward, but couldn't break the iron chain, only hearing the sound of the iron chain's friction.

Cen Simiao looked cold: "Being obediently by the side can make a temper, but it must not pose a threat or even a child. As long as you do this, you will give me a lot of grace."

"The emperor used to be so cautious that I could stay by my side. It was a blessing for outsiders to see."

Suddenly she said softly: "Now that I have changed, why does the emperor feel wronged? I also have a dilemma, to keep you by my side, I don't know how many mouths to block.

Fu Xuan's face was cold, his teeth were clenched, his chin lifted: "Look for death, can you stop it?"

She frowned. "You haven't lived well these days."

Coming out of Qi Rudian, the system didn't understand it. Why did Cen Simiao have to die like this?

Cen Simiao asked it: "What do you think I do now, can he appreciate it?"

The system was silent and unconvinced: "Then you can't die."

Cen Simiao: "If you don't do this, how can you arouse sorrow, and let him turn me over again."

Fu Xuan became the winner of life. There was only one way to pull her from the throne again. How difficult the world really is this time. Cen Simiao hates it, what a task it is. The system was awkward and did not dare to speak.

Back to the residence, early in the evening, Cen Simiao leaned on the couch, took the memorial, and was a little annoyed. After a while, just about to look in, suddenly Li Yun was looking outside.

As soon as he entered, he said he would resign.

Cen Simiao sighed, Li Yunxin suddenly hung up, for fear she did not agree: "Chen also wants to serve the court, but it is true ..."

She answered.

Li Yun was stunned, very surprised, and waited until he reacted. Although she had succeeded in rebellion, the situation was not stable in the end, so she let him go so easily.

I came here this time to make a gamble. Otherwise, he might not be able to get away if he waits for the big picture.

Cen Smiao rubbed her forehead, and the pain of going to work was unwilling.

Before leaving, she ordered: "If there is a hiding place, just avoid it. If something goes wrong in the future, it won't be overwhelming."

Li Yunning, he is not stupid. The meaning of these words, if you ponder a little, you can understand. After hesitating for a while, Cen Simiao asked him to step down as soon as he was about to ask.

He pursed his lips, saluted, and turned to walk outside the temple.

Walking halfway, he suddenly heard the sound of neat footsteps. He was surprised in his heart and turned to look at it. A dozen individuals carried the iron cage, struggling very hard, and it seemed that they were still shut.

He didn't wait for him to look closely, followed by the **** who sent him, he said, "Master."

Li Yun looked back, afraid to look any further.

Sighing in her heart, she can really toss and doesn't know what she's thinking all day.

It was getting darker. Before dinner, Fu Xuan arrived at Cen Simiao's place, and was still closed. She bent her eyes: "Hungry, I will have dinner later, what do I want to eat?"

Fu Xuan was cold and ignored her.

Cen Simiao softened her voice: "Why are you angry again, you used to come here before, don't you like it?"

Your Majesty said this, and she turned to go aside, and did not dare to look at his expression, which was so irritating. While eating, she was facing Fu Xuan, and she brought the tableware to her, and the corner of her eyebrows showed tenderness: "Specially ordered someone to do what you like, can I feed you?"

Fu Xuan looked down.

She clipped chopsticks, no one ate it, and frowned into her mouth.

People who watched him said that Fu Xuan hadn't eaten, but forced to fill in some water. In the past few days, she has been pondering the method, and when she feels that the time is almost up, she hurries over.

She bit her tongue.

Before going to bed, you should bathe. You should go to the back bath. The place is large and the water is warm. Cen Simiao ordered people to carry a bath bucket in the temple, so that people would fill the water and go down.

Only her and Fu Xuan remained in the temple.

Cen Simiao untied the covered tulle, exposed the tube top inside, and gently faded off. Her skin was fair, and even more seductive under the ambiguous lights.

There was no wave in Fu Xuan's eyes.

She didn't even go to see it, she couldn't feel her inch, went into the tub, picked up a handful of water, her action was particularly tempting.

After a while, Cen Simiao got up and wiped off the water droplets on her body, her cheeks were flushed with the flushing, and she glanced at Fu Xuan. He closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

However, the corner of the mouth is slightly hooked, and this radian vividly displays the disgust.

Cen Simao sighed, dressed her clothes, and whispered, as if to herself: "Open your eyes if you have the ability."

Fu Xuan's eyelids moved, still closed, her brows frowned, she didn't want to listen to her at all. Before going to bed, Cen Simiao looked at him again, still maintaining the same posture as before, motionless.

She lay down and closed her eyes.

The hall was dim, leaving only one lamp on, and the doors and windows of the hall were tightly closed, especially quiet, and even breathing was heard. Fu Xuan suddenly opened her eyes. The emotion in her eyes was particularly appalling and dark.

He looked up at the temple, the coldness between the eyebrows became heavier, and finally his eyes fell on Cen Simiao.

His eyes were a little crazy, straightforward.

In the past two days, no matter how Cen Simiao talked to Fu Xuan, he looked like he didn't want to talk about it. This Cen Simiao was not in a hurry, just because he was afraid he didn't eat and was starving.

But she couldn't say it, let alone show the slightest anxiety.

Cen Simiao took the memorial on the table, turned it absently, stared at the window for a while, and suddenly saw Fu Xuanzheng looking at her with a cold look.

Her eyelashes trembled, and her heart was a little flustered. However, if you have hate, just hook him up and let him eat.

At lunchtime, Cen Simao didn't make any further arrangements, said that he would feed him, and after taking care of himself, he lay down in bed for a while.

She became aloof.

Feng He handed over the tea next to her and almost tripped over the cage. Cen Smiao frowned. "It's been a few days. Why don't you remember it and don't know to go around."

Feng He grieved: "The slave is stupid."

Cen Simiao glanced at the cage, her head bowed, her voice low: "It's a bit of a hindrance to put it here."

The iron chain on Fu Xuan's arm rang.

Looking up, he changed his posture and lay down.

When bathing at night, Cen Simiao still took off her clothes and took a bath in a tub as before. During this period, she hadn't seen Fu Xuan at all, and she had inadvertently met and ignored him.

She was drying her body, her skin was exposed to the air, and the water droplets were crystal clear from the light. Hearing the iron chain again, her eyes dropped.

Suddenly Feng He outside the hall shouted, "The son of Master Lin's family has seen you a few days ago and would like to meet again long ago. He is waiting outside now, but he wants to pass him in?"