Chapter 1127: My Gentle Tyrant (9)

Fu Yue's face became slightly stiff.
Is she acting so badly? ?
Does this person laugh like this?
Seeing Fu Yue's depressed expression of eating Baba. Ji Rong smiled more presumptuously, he almost bent down, covered his stomach with his slender fingers, laughing until his stomach hurts.
Fu Yue's face was expressionless: "Have you smiled enough?"
Ji Rong coughed twice now.
The laughter gradually stopped.
He glanced at Fu Yue with a faint smile, stretched out his hand to hold Fu Yue's hand, and led her to sit on the dragon chair.
Fu Yue was pressed and sat in his arms.
There was a dead silence in the hall, and there was no sound.
"..."
Fu Yue's whole body was stiff.
Who knows if this guy wants to kill her in the next second?
After all, this person's paws were rubbing the back of her neck, and the movements were gentle, but it made people shudder.
Ji Rong's eyes were half drooping, Shi Shiran retracted the hand rubbing the back of her neck, and then squeezed Fu Yue's hand in his hand to play, as if he had found some fun toy.
"You make me very happy."
Fu Yue replied tentatively: "... Your Majesty Xie praised?"
Say so.
Fu Yue had already scolded Ji Rong a thousand or eight hundred times in her heart.
Still making you happy?
When your dad is a cat or puppy?
This dog is better.
Ji Rong had been staring at Fu Yue, and it was easy to find that her face flashed unnaturally. In these black and white eyes, two characters of dissatisfaction were clearly written.
Maybe this woman is still scolding him in her heart.
Ji Rong glanced at her: "The mouth is wrong."
Fu Yue: "..."
Ji Rong continued to slowly say: "I am happy today, and don't care about you, you can make me happy... Then let me be a noble concubine."
One sentence determines her current identity.
There is no master in the harem, and the highest is just a concubine Shu.
Fu Yue sealed the imperial concubine.
Still for such a nonsense reason.
The palace people kneeling around suddenly felt Xiao Jiujiu.
This Miss Qin... is not right, she is now a noble concubine, she is afraid that she will soar into the sky!
After the matter spread.
Suddenly, it caused a shock in the harem and even in the front.
Everyone wondered how long the imperial concubine could be spoiled.
Some old people in the palace didn't take this to heart at all, because your majesty's cruelty is obvious to all. Maybe tomorrow, this imperial concubine will be disgusted, and even...dead dead.
That night.
Fu Yue was dressed in vain and fragrant and sent to Weiyang Palace, which is the sleeping hall of Ji Rong's tyrant.
Only then did Fu Yue realize.
She faced the biggest crisis in the world.
Waiting...
Is she actually going to bed? !
Fu Yue felt painful for a while. It was not that she refused to applaud her love with Xiao Tiantian, but this Ji Rong...his, she was really sick!
She was afraid that Ji Rong would suddenly go crazy and kill her in the middle of the night.
It was useless for Fu Yue to refuse inwardly.
After all, in this world where imperial power is supreme.
She is fish.
...
After being sent to Weiyang Palace.
Fu Yue opened the door of the sleeping hall and went in. Just stepping in, she smelled a very nice cold fragrance, dark and cold, and extremely rich, the fragrance of Ji Rong's body.
Fu Yue blinked and she walked in slowly.
Seeing the fearsome tyrant, now lying on the bed obediently, with his eyes closed, the eyelashes thick as a fan on his eyelids.
I don't know if I fell asleep.