Chapter 48: Indifferent male X scheming female (two)

The news that Cen Simiao woke up spread immediately, and even the prime minister who took the palace gate got a letter and sent him back. The was respectful, and what he said couldn't fault it, but it wasn't so much in his ears.
Mother is no problem, what are you still doing here, wait for the emperor to have time, then call you over.
The words were full of meaning.
The Prime Minister couldn't bear it. The anger of his anxious daughter had not gone on just now, and the anger was burned again. With an eyebrow gloomy, sneer: "His Fu Xuan started from a half-bigger hairy child and dangled in front of my eyes, but now he's playing the music."
A word suddenly scared the people present.
Fu Xuan was the emperor's name, but he was so uttered without any respect. On the contrary, Jay's anger gradually faded, glanced at the palace door, and turned away with a beard.
Fu Xuan was in front of Cen Simiao's bed.
The window in the hall opened, and the smell of traditional Chinese medicine dissipated. Cen Simiao's eyes turned red, her lips were squeezed tightly, and when her eyes were turned, she was about to cry.
She was disheveled and clutching Fu Xuan's hand, her voice choked: "Chen Ye thought he would never see the emperor again, and couldn't accompany you to grow old. I really hated my uncontested body."
When Fu Xuan moved between her eyes, she wanted to pull the hand out, but Cen Simiao was still tighter, and put her hand to her heart. Before she spoke, she dropped two teardrops.
So touching.
Fu Xuan had a smile on her lips, but she was very disgusted. She coaxed her gently: "You will not be disturbed if you listen to the doctor, and you must think more."
Cen Simiao didn't speak again, suddenly lowered her head and touched the back of his hand with her face. The touch was warm and delicate, and Fu Xuan wanted to avoid it, but he heard: "The emperor, Chen You missed you."
The voice is so charming that it drips water.
He frowned, before the mildness on his face had disappeared, and he was much indifferent: "Lying well."
Cen Simiao's eyes bent, and she seemed to be incomprehensible, raising her eyes. It was full of confusion. Instead, she moved forward, the collar spread out, and he saw all the white snow inside: "What's wrong with you?"
Fu Xuanxuan tightened her thin lips, and the disgust in her eyes could not be covered up.
She raised her eyebrows, lay directly in his arms, and rubbed her face with his face. Anyway, there was no solution to the situation. Taking one step at a time, he was so annoying to her that it would not help.
Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes to see who could die of nausea.
As soon as the two were hypocritical, the outside hurriedly reported that something had happened. Fu Xuan resembled Ming Jing in his heart. This was sent by him to the Prime Minister.
Come here at this time, naturally cannot be separated from the prime minister.
Thinking of this, Cen Simao dragged her hand on the cheek hard, and unconsciously gave a hand. She whimpered, and looked down like a cat. Her face was full of grievances, but she didn't even have a defensive attitude, and let him bully.
He tightened his chin.
The made a false accusation, but the man hesitated for a few minutes to see that Fu Xuan's appearance didn't seem to be a fake. He sank his heart and told the prime minister the truth.
Immediately lowering his head, he did not dare to pant loudly, fearing that the disaster would affect his head.
Fu Xuan's fingertips were cold, and he casually stroked on Cen Simiao's face. He didn't speak for a long time. The hall was very quiet, and even the wind from the window came in, he could hear it clearly.
He lifted his eyes, Cen Simiao's weeping expression had receded, and her brows were frowning, and she looked at the with an angry look.
Fu Xuan was going to listen to how she justified the prime minister.
Seeing her angrily, she said, "Why should my father not talk about the courtesy of the monarch and the court? It is the crime to be punished!"
He has a delicate expression.
Why did you fall ill and learn clever. Fu Xuan couldn't get the prime minister, but if Cen Simiao talked about something here, he could take the opportunity to deal with her. He had already thought about the rhetoric.
He got up and went back, Cen Simiao dragged him away.
Fu Xuan was a little angry, and she lowered her head and wept softly. She didn't affect him at all. She walked out of the temple and suddenly heard Cen Simiao shouting, "The emperor."
He stopped and did not look back, soothed a few words, and was ready to leave. Suddenly, the back of his hands was hot. Cen Simiao knelt on the ground and took his hand. Soon after waking up, his face was very pale, showing a weak Look.
Fu Xuan faintly felt something in his blood.
She said, "Please, stay with me."
At the extreme low, he squinted his eyes, holding back the urge to destroy her.
For several days, Fu Xuan was staying with her. The two people spread outside had a strong affection. In the mouths of other concubines, she was about to become a demon concubine who would bring disaster to the country and the people.
The truth.
She took the tea cup from the girl, looked at Fu Xuan, and looked down at the memorial. Gently set the tea cup aside, and without saying a word, you were ready to leave.
He frowned, "Who will allow you to bother you while you're doing business? There is no rule, how the prime minister teaches his daughter."
Cen Simiao knelt hastily, weakly and weakly: "I beg the emperor for punishment, so I should not be angry."
Fu Xuan was purely venting, and all the memorials had been read by the prime minister, and then presented to him. In fact, this is already a common occurrence. He has endured a lot, but the anger in his heart has become more and more uncontrollable.
In particular, Cen Simiao went to the side, her eyes were affectionate, and the whole person was unreserved and extremely frank.
All her emotions were vented on her.
Cen Simao raised her eyebrows and said nothing to her. After he scolded enough, he got up and left to let his subordinates prepare lunch.
Hiding aside and letting the system take out a big elbow, she muffled.
She waited for Fu Xuan while eating. There is only a little bit of each dish, and the total is not as much as a child. Fortunately, I usually have snacks and ginseng soup, so I don't lose my body.
But it's easy to starve.
Fu Xuan obviously wanted to eat more, but she refused to pinch more, and she ate one or two. Cen Simiao squinted her eyes and said softly, "This is what the doctor ordered. You almost fainted before, and pay more attention to your meals. Don't eat more."
He finally filled it with soup.
If it was put in the usual place, Fu Xuanzhen wouldn't have to do this, and he could answer it in one sentence.
Dodge the joy of fish and water.
The original owner was demure and could not take the initiative to be intimate, but Cen Simiao was different. On the first night, she was very aggressive. Fu Xuan's face was ugly and she reprimanded a few times. Instead, she asked generously, "Where is Chen Chen not pleased?"
After speaking, staring at him for a long while, then he was as soft and boneless as he got into his arms and wept in a low voice.
He was irritated and pushed her away. Cen Simiao was silent, just whimpering. He glanced under his eyes, his face colder.
Cen Simiao did such a thing, she was not afraid of playing off, Fu Xuan couldn't kill her, and she had to support her deliciously and deliciously. He was counted by him during the day and could not breathe in his heart. .
He had no choice but to pretend to be sick again.
Cen Simiao took care of her, and paid special attention to her diet. After a while, Fu Xuanzhen became dizzy. Moved back to Qirudian without nostalgia.
She did not stop this time, and lived her life in peace in the temple.
What's going on with Fu Xuan, I really didn't want to find out, but I couldn't hold back the spies sent by the prime minister and whispered every day. Cen Simiao picked a grape, sweet and delicious.
"He reads some free books in the temple every day, and the government affairs are handed over to the master to deal with the attitude when the mother-in-law is sick. Still, the mother-in-law has the means to keep him honest."
She raised her eyebrows and said nothing: "But he's got a lot of anger lately. When the servant serves him, he always frowns, trying to get angry, but in the end it's still very cold. "
Cen Simiao was intrigued, and when she was about to speak, the spy turned aside: "Master said, hasn't your mother been in the same room with the emperor for too long?"
She froze for a moment, then immediately upset: "Nonsense."
The spy quickly knelt down: "The maid in the palace said that when he cleaned the bed, he found no trace of love. The master was afraid that the maiden could bear the grievances, so he deliberately asked the slave to ask."
Cen Simiao snorted.
That night, I went to Xi Ru Dian and said softly that I wanted to see the emperor. The guarding the gate outside went to confess, but knew in his heart that she was out of action, and the emperor was most annoyed by her.
As a result, Fu Xuan was silent for a while, holding the book in his hand, and responded to let him in.
The raised his eyes in surprise, and threw the book on the table, scaring him to shrink his neck, but inadvertently glanced at the folds in the corner of the book.
Seems to have been severely pinched.
After Cen Simiao came in, Fu Xuan's look was normal, but after a while, his eyebrows were vaguely abnormal and indescribable emotions.
Holding the fan, she fanned gently.
Even the wind has a meaning of 缱 绻.
His face was getting colder and cold, and he scolded Cen Simiao several times. She shed tears, but she was still submissive. Fu Xuan's throat rolled, don't go over and see her again.
After a while, the sound of flipping books was heard again.
Cen Simiao moved her eyebrows, wiped away the tears on her face, and raised her head to call him, "The emperor."
He returned to normal and his voice was cold: "Well."
Bending his eyes, he leaned forward, Fu Xuan hadn't responded yet, only felt that the nose had a strong aroma, and flung himself on his body.
Pushing him hard, they lay beside the book case.
He frowned and reached out to push, but instead pulled Cen Simiao's shirt down, revealing his long, white arms. She seemed to be a different person, her eyes frowning, her breathing in her ears, and her voice still weak: "The emperor."
It seems to suggest that you can do whatever you want.
Fu Xuan squeezed her lips tightly, as usual as indifference, trying to get up, as if preparing to get angry. Cen Simiao narrowed his eyes, put his clothes on directly, and reached out and held them.
His face suddenly changed and his breathing became heavy.
Cen Simao leaned halfway down and saw him go cold, his cheeks stained with red, the affection between the eyebrows
the desire was revealed, and he turned his head, still calling him: "Emperor."
These two words turned around a thousand times, and the agitated person felt itchy.
Her palms were hot.
Fu Xuan's respite was not flat, but still hastily. The mood in his eyes had cooled down, glanced at Cen Simiao, his expression was all disgusted, and he got up and let his servant serve.
Cen Simiao kept her head down and said nothing.
Take the opportunity to wipe the handle with a sheet to make people change the things on it. Squinting, fortunately, Fu Xuan hasn't opened a puppet, can't stand this, and replace it with someone else, I'm afraid it won't work.
Looked at favorability, zero.
Alas.
Fu Xuan bathed, with water vapor on her hair, and saw that the beds had been changed, and the disgust between her eyebrows appeared again. Cen Simiao approached, trying to wait for him to change clothes.
But was sent to sleep on the couch outside.
Don't want to talk to her.
Cen Simiao felt a little weird, and she couldn't say anything. She slept silently, half asleep, and heard the sound of footsteps. She opened her eyes instantly and nobody was there.
She was afraid that Fu Xuan would not hold back and strangled her.
When Tianming was waiting, Fu Xuan was given medicine to replenish her body. There were two bowls in total. Cen Simiao lowered her eyebrows, handed him the bowl, and picked her up to her lips.
Frowning.
Respect their false husband and wife friendship.