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Chapter 49: Cold Man X Scheming Woman (3)
For several days, Cen Simiao never even touched the stone steps that roamed like a palace. Since that day, after drinking it, Fu Xuan seemed to have forgotten that she was alone in the hall, with some signs of purity and desire.
The other concubines in the harem breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing Cen Simiao's palace, couldn't help but sneer. From the bottom of heart, always wanted to say that Hu Meizi's methods will not last, and this will be sent back.
Fenghe was trembling with anger when he heard these rumours outside, but he did not dare to argue with others for fear of going against what the original owner once confessed.
I had to say a few words in Cen Simiao's ear from time to time.
Cen Simiao leaned on the couch in the temple, feeling the feeling of being served, and really enjoyed it, without thinking about things outside. Suddenly, hearing Fenghe's words, he was stunned.
Frowned.
The word is really inappropriate.
He has just opened the meat, I'm afraid this is the time for itching. Unable to bend his lips, Fu Xuan sent her back. He will definitely not call her again recently, and the other concubines are also useless. It is estimated that he can only solve it by himself.
Cen Simiao took a piece of pastry and took a bite. It was very sweet. Glancing at Fenghe, she frowned and called her, Fenghe hurriedly approached.
I only heard: "Now what do you say to me, when you hear it, where is your great energy?"
Fenghe paused, only feeling aggrieved, but didn't dare to say more. Cen Simiao was lying on the couch, his body slightly bent, his waist appeared very well, and there was a romantic flow between his eyebrows: "Remember, not only will I have to Go back, you have to take the initiative to find fault."
Fenghe only thought that she was speaking rightly, saying a few words that she didn't dare, and then he frowned when she saw her: "Why don't you dare, why are you so boring."
Fenghe hadn't reacted yet, Cen Simiao glanced at the furnishings in the hall and raised the corners of his lips: "Come on, first smash these obtrusive things to me, listen to it."
She moved her hands first, and the precious porcelain bottle fell to pieces.
The old one is gone, so naturally you have to make up the new one.
The person in charge of this matter in the palace has never seen this battle at all, and whoever dares to act like this is about to smash the entire palace. didn't dare to say anything, gritted teeth and filled it all up.
But in two days, it became fragments again.
These are all precious things, and really feel so distressed. After saying a few words, didn't let the people under hands make up for anything, and went quietly to see the emperor.
Cen Simiao immediately combed and dressed after listening to the news he brought back, and smeared her body fragrantly.
Fenghe is almost dying in a hurry, if the emperor blames it, how good would it be. Cen Simiao seemed to be very happy. He was drawing her eyebrows, and suddenly paused, looking at Fenghe in the mirror: "Can there be any movement with other women?"
These days, they have offended people very much, and the joy is really joy, just hanging heart. Several empresses had already gone outside Qiru Hall to beg to see each other, but Fu Xuan ignored them.
There is no way to even complain.
No one could swallow this breath. The maidens made an appointment to go together every day, and there would always be times when they saw Fu Xuan.
Maybe the person responsible for replenishing the items can meet a few women. Cen Simiao's brows twitched, it couldn't be better.
In the temple, several women knelt on the ground, crying, and said how they missed the emperor, the little lady next to them was uncomfortable listening.
Fu Xuan's face was calm, and after waiting, he glanced at them: "The harem needs to be friendly, you are so bad at each other, there is no courtesy."
Immediately I wanted to send them away, and a few people wanted to talk about it. The emperor asked the minister standing next to him: "What's the matter with you?"
He hesitated to say a word, a few of the empresses made a fuss like this, all perfunctory, protecting the shortcomings like this, he didn't know whether to put this matter in his eyes.
Fu Xuan frowned, the man panicked and didn't dare to think any more, and quickly said the matter.
Very quiet.
The concubine who was about to retreat stopped her feet, sneered in her heart, and quietly raised her eyes to look at the emperor, which was completely different from treating them. There was disgust between the eyebrows, and the coldness in his eyes made one breathless.
Fu Xuan squinted his eyes.
Cen Simiao got the will and went to Qiru Temple to ask questions. She pinched her thigh and her eyes flushed. On the road, he ran into a minister in the court. The man stopped and bowed to the emperor.
Cen Simiao saw him please, touched the wide sleeves, and lowered her eyelashes. This is the person next to the prime minister, who is indeed a bit talented, and he has concealed it from Fu Xuan and has become a confidant, which really hurt him.
With his eyes bent, he said softly and politely.
When she arrived in the hall, she didn't even see Fu Xuan's face, but directly heard the little eunuch's decree, asking her to enter the hall and kneel for three hours before going back.
Cen Simiao gritted her teeth and poked her head outside the door, and saw Fu Xuan follow the minister away.
After the little eunuch had conveyed his will, he left the hall, not watching, and she was the only one left. Cen Simiao knelt for a while with her eyelashes down. Feeling her knees sore, she lifted her skirt and got up when she was a little bit blue.
Sitting on the couch, poured a cup of tea.
The little eunuch had seen it from the edge of the door a long time ago, and Cen Simiao did not respond after coughing a few times. This was obviously just acting, and didn't intend to make her kneel down, no matter whether Fu Xuan killed her in his heart or not, it would never hurt her on the surface.
Waiting until three hours passed, the little eunuch outside reminded him.
Cen Simiao knelt on the ground again, lowered her head and cried deeply: "I can't stand up, are my legs broken?"
The eunuch was shocked and hurriedly opened the door to come in. Seeing a beauty who looked unbearable to torture, he was startled. Isnβt this just eating snacks and drinking tea?
Cen Simiao stalled for time and refused to leave.
He repeatedly persuaded him, but saw Cen Simiao's face changed, where there was still a pitiful meaning, with a cold expression: "What are you still waiting here, don't you ask me a doctor. I have recovered from a serious illness, Ben Because I was weak, the emperor just fined me to kneel. If it really hurts my life, can you afford it?"
The eunuch gritted his teeth and left without daring to say anything, fearing that something might happen to him. After a while, the sky darkened, and Fu Xuan came back, thinking that Cen Simiao should be gone.
I felt a little tired without being waited on. I walked toward the bed, and suddenly heard someone ask for a meeting outside. He just responded with a sudden glance, and he tensed. The bed curtain was actually lowered, and his voice was cold: "Who is here."
A hand with cardamom-colored nails came out gently, fingers slender, and opened the dull curtain, revealing a lovely little face.
The tears on the cheek haven't dried yet.
Fu Xuan's breathing couldn't help but tightened, and his anger suddenly came up, and he said in a deep voice: "You are still here, three hours have passed, are you not putting my words in your eyes?"
Cen Simiao's expression was flustered, and she quickly explained. In a hurry, she opened the skirt to reveal her white and tender calves, making the bruise on her knees worse.
She bit her lip: "It hurts, I can't walk."
Fu Xuan was full of anger and was about to reprimand, when he heard footsteps, the minister had already entered, he almost forgot.
Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows. This was a rare veteran who was loyal to Fu Xuan. He especially valued her. If she saw her here, she would be unhappy.
Fu Xuan frowned, as if to ask her to be quiet.
Cen Simiao directly let the system open the golden finger, gently hooked his belt, and immediately lay on the bed. Fu Xuan struggled, but she had already kissed on the cheek.
The lip prints are particularly obvious, even if you wipe them off, you can still see some.
The anger in his eyes became more and more intense, and he directly pinched Cen Simiao's arm. She heard the footsteps getting closer, her eyelashes dropped, and she squeezed out of her throat: "It hurts."
The fragile mosquitoes still made Fu Xuan's expression change, as if she wanted to kill her and couldn't help it.
The minister is outside: "The minister has something important to report, your emperor?"
Fu Xuan looked coldly: "I was resting on the bed. I was a little tired, so I might as well come back another day."
The minister was particularly persistent, talking about some things that had missed the country because of his greed for beauty, but Fu Xuan was relieved, knowing that Cen Simiao would not be allowed to hear important things.
It is up to him to go.
These words are directed at Cen Simiao.
She looked up at Fu Xuan in no rush or annoyance. The disgust between his eyebrows had not yet receded. She leaned forward, and Fu Xuan reached out and pushed away. Cen Simiao leaned forward and fell into his arms.
The apple in the neck moved, and she bit gently.
I only felt that the arms on his body were stiff, and he glanced at the curtains of the bed. The man was still saying: "This is the evildoer who is ruining the country. I came here in human skin, specifically to confuse the emperor."
He raised his head and bent his eyes and kissed his earlobe.
The hand went down slowly, really hot. She chuckled lightly and was pushed abruptly away. A trace of clarity was restored in Fu Xuan's eyes, but the desire between her eyebrows was very obvious.
Cen Simiao pursed her lips and said softly, "The concubine usually rests early on weekdays and is a little tired. Please let the emperor let me squint here for a while."
Before the voice was over, she went to unbutton it.
Fu Xuan reached out to stop, Cen Simiao glanced at her and held her hand, then lowered her head and kissed it gently. He endured it, and felt her bite again, and his heart suddenly itchy.
Immediately moved his hand away.
Cen Simiao took the opportunity to untie her clothes, and the whiteness of her chest and neck came out. Fu Xuan's brows frowned. She ignored her, and took off her water-red apron, without an inch.
Fu Xuan pinched the palm of his hand, his ear was the veteran's indoctrination, and the stereotyped voice came in through the curtain of the bed.
In his eyes, there was a white jade body, lying there without reservation. Cen Simiao had a fascinating smile on her lips, and closed her eyes, seeming to be really sleepy.