Chapter 1508: : Zhongyuan Festival Conspiracy (2)

The ladies were head down, and when they were about to turn around, there was a cold voice outside the Tianrong Palace.
"What can't you let you know? Fuzi, you are a good supervisor of the eunuch, even trying to bully?"
As soon as Fuzi looked up, he saw Long Yutian sitting in a dragon, surrounded by a group of guards, and stopped at the gate of the palace.
He subconsciously raised his hand and fanned himself a big eared melon. He stooped and ran over and squatted beside the dragonfly: "The slaves see the emperor.."
Then, with a corner of his mouth, the hippie smiled and looked up and asked: "When the emperor comes, why not pass it, the slaves will come to meet you."
Long Yutian lazily got up from the dragon, walked to the front of the blessing, and chuckled: "Passing? So that you and the slaves colluded with one another, Yang Fengyin violated?"
Fuzi was so scared that he hurriedly slammed on the ground: "The Emperor Mingjian, the slaves are loyal to you, the world can be learned, even if the slaves have great courage, they dare not bully you!"
"Well, if that's the case, then you tell me, what the is, you can't know?"
"This.." Fuzi is somewhat hesitant.
In history, because of the art of the court, the home is broken, and countless blood flows into the river.
If you tell these rumors in the emperor's palace, Bi will cause an uproar.
Long Yutian waited for a moment, watching the blessing of the blessing eyebrows, he picked a tone slightly: "Well?"
Just a single syllable, but like the weight of a thousand gold, like a blessing, almost no heart attack.
He knows every faint look of the emperor too much. It sounds like a careless, very casual sentence, but he is also extremely impatient.
For his own life, he dared to conceal half a sentence.
The festival is very valuable, and the friendship price is higher. If it is a small life, both can be thrown!
"The emperor, recently the palace is very unstable, the palace eunuchs are re-transmitting in private, from the Taihe Palace, heard the baby crying, also.. saw the unclean things, they said.. say that no Clean things, it seems to be Miss Zhu, the slaves are afraid to scare the little princess, they will teach them a little!"
In a simple sentence, I just said that I played several tricks.
Fuzi wiped the sweat on his head, carefully lifted his eyelids and looked at every tiny expression of the emperor.
The little man in his heart continually rushes to the south and burns high incense.
The gods and the Virgin Mary, blessing the iron bones, the machine guns can't be penetrated!
However, in the heart of Fuzi's heart, Long Yutian still stood at the gate of the palace. He looked serious and silent, and his face was calm and waveless. He could not see any emotions.
After a quiet day, he snorted: "Cangoo!"
Then the sleeves walked into the Tianrong Temple.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw that the little velvet was distorted in the bed, and the poorly buried head was like an abandoned kitten.
He walked to the bed in two steps and opened her arm. He was worried and asked: "What happened to the velvet? Is it uncomfortable? Or is it in a bad mood?"
Xiao Ronger saw that the person who came here was Long Yutian, and with a pair of pale blue eyes, it was instantly foggy.
"Father, the velvet is so scared. These days they are saying that there are two little devils in the palace, and they also said that the two little devils came to seek revenge, the father, you said, the two little devils will Will not come to arrest me!?"