Chapter 1168: My Gentle Tyrant (50)

Fu Yue choked at a word and Chen Wanru had nothing to say.
As soon as he came up to Gong Dou, Chen Wanru had never seen it.
Although Yun Bing and Jia Bing in the palace did not agree with her in private, they were all friendly and friendly on the surface. Chen Wanru had never seen Fu Yue's non-routine operation like this.
Fu Yue dragged her chin with one hand, her beautiful eyes raised lazily, and her thick black eyelashes stretched out a beautiful curve.
"My palace has never heard a few words about you from your Majesty. You don't have to make such a gesture in front of me to respond to me. I don't want this."
Chen Wanru: "You..."
Fu Yue fell back lazily, lying on the back of the chair as if boneless, her arms resting on the armrests, her palms resting on her cheeks, and she looked up and down at Chen Wanru.
Sneered.
"What's more, I don't think Ji Rong will have anything to do with you."
"He didn't dare."
Nonsense, if he dares, she will kill him.
Chen Wanru's eyes widened blankly, her pink lips turned into an O shape, as if she didn't expect Fu Yue to say this astonishingly.
"You dare to call your Majesty's name directly, Qin Chu, you are presumptuous! Have you put your Majesty in your eyes?
Fu Yue lowered his head and continued drinking tea.
"What's wrong with calling him by name."
"I dare to scold him and beat him, do you dare?"
Fu Yue glanced at her with a smile, as if she was just a clown.
Chen Wanru shook his head and muttered to herself.
"You are crazy, you are absolutely crazy..."
Qin Chu, this woman must be crazy, what did she say?
How could your majesty indulge a woman so much? Let her beat and scold?
"I think you are crazy."
At this time, a clear, low-magnetic male voice sounded, his tone was cold and emotionless, only a little unpleasant.
Chen Wanru and Fu Yue looked in the direction of the door at the same time.
I saw Ji Rong walking in casually.
Ji Rong glanced at Chen Wanru coldly.
Where did this crazy woman come from? She said Chu Chu was crazy?
Where is the courage?
Ji Rong had already thought about dozens of ways to die for this woman in his mind.
He walked towards Fu Yue.
A smile appeared on the pale yin bird's face, with a soft voice in his voice, "Chu Chu, I have retired."
In an instant, he changed from a fierce tiger to a clever little cat.
Chen Wanru was dumbfounded.
Fu Yue hummed lazily, a little bit disgusted with Ji Rong's clinging, "Don't hold me, haven't you seen anyone else here?"
Ji Rong: "..."
He turned his head to look at Chen Wanru, and said coldly: "Aren't you getting out?"
The tone is unabashedly disgusting.
There were tears in Chen Wanru's eyes, but she ran away crying.
But today Fu Yue was always in a bad mood, and even Ji Rong's temper became irritable, but he didn't dare to lose his temper with Fu Yue, so he vented his anger at the little eunuch.
Finally, Ji Rong finally understood why Fu Yue was angry.
It was the Concubine Shu who made her angry.
The beautiful emperor slightly narrowed his narrow eyes.
It turned out to be like this...
the next day.
After Fu Yue woke up, the maid happily told her that her Majesty had left a gift for her, saying that she would be happy to see it.
Fu Yue followed the maid out suspiciously.
Inside the hall, I saw a square box with delicate packaging.
Fu Yue suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Open the box and take a look.
It's a head, it's not bloody, it's treated cleanly, even with delicate makeup, but this scene is still very strange.
It is the head of the concubine Shu.
Fu Yue was taken aback: "...grass."
She didn't want to scream, but the maid next to her looked terrified, ah-screamed.
Fu Yue's forehead blue veins jumped straight.
Ji, Rong!
What kind of neuropathy is this? ? ? ?
How can anyone give a gift and a head?
Is it a surprise or a fright?
The woman's beautiful and immortal face looked slightly hideous, and she gritted her teeth and said:
"Ji Rong, your uncle!"