A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

At this moment, the Imperial Master's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. His smile froze on his face, and the ecstasy that had just surged in his heart was instantly extinguished.

At this moment, he didn't dare to get angry and could only suppress the anger in his heart. He knew in his heart that he dared not offend this little lunatic again. What this kid said was weighty, really weighty!

The Imperial Master stared at Xiao Si who was hanging on the car window for a long time, his eyes showing anger, helplessness and fear. After a long time, he said with a smile: "Hey, you misunderstood, you misunderstood, I was just sad!" He tried to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying, and the muscles on his face looked very stiff.

Xiao Sizhe glared at him, and it seemed as if sharp arrows could shoot out of his eyes, piercing the heart of the Imperial Master: "Are you sad? Everyone heard your voice, it was disrespectful! Very disrespectful!"

The atmosphere around was extremely tense, as if even the falling snowflakes were suspended in the air.

The Imperial Master suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, forced a face that did not know whether to laugh or cry, and said in a tearful voice: "No, you all heard it wrong, that was the sound of me crying!" His voice was trembling and full of guilt.

Xiao Sizhe couldn't stand it any longer. He turned over, climbed up the window swiftly, jumped into the coffin, and shouted: "Get out of here now! Otherwise, I will increase the money!"

When the Imperial Master heard this, he turned pale with fear and dared not speak. He turned around quickly, slipped and almost fell, but he didn't care about much, jumped off the carriage and ran towards his tent.

The embarrassed figure left a series of messy footprints on the snow, as if telling of his panic.

In the icy and snowy land, Han Mingguang, Xiao Sanlang and Shui Qinglian stumbled over, laughing and holding their stomachs. Their laughter was particularly loud in the cold wind, as if it could melt the cold air.

Han Mingguang laughed so hard that tears were about to come out. He panted and said, "Xiao Sizhe, we are laughing so hard that our stomachs hurt. You have to keep us company!"

His face was filled with a happy smile, and his eyebrows were curved into crescent shapes because of laughing.

Sizhe just stuck his head out of the coffin with a mischievous smile on his face, and said, "Okay! I'll compensate Lord Minister Han with an inkstone, General Xiao with a wine jar, and the smuggled goods with a medicine cauldron. Take them all to make your stomach. They are all made of iron, so don't be afraid of laughing so hard that you burst!" His eyes were shining with a lively light, and he looked like a clever little monkey.

Sikong Yan also climbed out of the coffin and sat on the edge of the coffin with his charcoal-black face.

His expression was serious with a hint of helplessness, and he said, "Okay, stop laughing! Get some rest! Before he gets suspicious! You can have a good sleep these few days! He will definitely make trouble again in a few days!"

There was a hint of fatigue in his eyes, but more of determination.

Shui Qinglian, Xiao Sanlang, and Han Mingguang had been trying hard to hold back their laughter, but when they saw a head with hair and face of unrecognizable color resting on the edge of the coffin, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Shui Qinglian laughed so hard that she fell backwards. She pointed at Sikong Yan and said, "Oh, Zhuzhi, you look so funny!" His face turned red from laughing.

Xiao Sanlang held his stomach and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. He said, "Haha, Your Highness, if you go out at night, you will scare people half to death!" His eyes were narrowed into slits due to laughing.

Han Mingguang was also smiling beside him, his mouth wide open.

Sikong Yan rolled his eyes helplessly, his face was so dark that no expression could be seen, leaving only a pair of blinking whites in his eyes, which made people laugh.

In this way, a few days passed in this cold yet joyful atmosphere.

In the tent where the Imperial Master was, the candlelight flickered, and the Imperial Master paced back and forth in the tent with a frown on his face. His face was gloomy, and his doubts were growing heavier.

"Something is wrong, it's totally wrong!" The Imperial Master muttered to himself, "There must be something fishy going on here."

Finally, the Imperial Master made up his mind and wrote a letter to Emperor Yuxuan, boldly speculating that Sikong Yan was faking his death. But his carrier pigeon was shot down...

In the palace, the sun shines on the magnificent palace, making it sparkle. The three days are up, and Emperor Yuxuan summons the twelve doctors in the palace and the ten concubines who have been punished.

Emperor Yuxuan sat on the dragon throne with a dignified look on his face, glancing at the people in his palace.

All the ministers lowered their heads with respectful expressions on their faces.

"All the ministers praised the emperor for his wisdom! This is something Emperor Yuxuan has never heard before. Emperor Yuxuan is naturally very happy to receive the praise from all the ministers."

Emperor Yuxuan raised his mouth slightly, revealing a satisfied smile, and said, "Well! The most important thing now is to see if Concubine Wan's dragon fetus is safe?"

Twelve imperial doctors came forward together, their expressions serious and solemn.

The leading imperial physician reported respectfully, "Your Majesty, you are blessed with great fortune. Concubine Wan's dragon fetus has been saved. But she still needs careful care and should not move around! Do not disturb her!"

When they heard that the dragon fetus was saved, the ministers and concubines in the Golden Palace were all overjoyed. The concubines kneeling on the ground hugged each other and cried with joy. Their faces were filled with smiles of relief, and their eyes were shining with tears of excitement.

However, although their lives were saved, they were already afraid of Emperor Yuxuan. There was a hint of awe and fear in their smiles, and they no longer dared to act recklessly as before.

The entire hall was filled with a complex atmosphere of joy, awe, and a vague sense of uneasiness.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn and dignified. The ministers stood on both sides, silent as a mouse, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

At this time, a eunuch hurried in and reported: "Your Majesty, the concubine wants to see you!"

The emperor's originally serious face suddenly showed joy, and his expression was like a ray of sunshine suddenly shining through the gloomy sky. He said excitedly: "Oh, let her in quickly!"

"Yes!" After receiving the order, the eunuch hurriedly retreated.

Soon, the concubine came in gracefully. She was dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, with a graceful figure, swaying with every step, like a blooming flower.

Emperor Yuxuan's two yellow eyes were like dumplings nailed to the magnificent, tall, full, and ready-to-burst breasts of the concubine. His eyes were full of greed and desire, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and the whole person seemed to be bewitched.

The emperor's temper suddenly came up, as if he had forgotten the important matter he was dealing with. His eyes followed the figure of the concubine closely, his body leaned forward, and his hands unconsciously raised slightly, as if he wanted to hug the concubine immediately.

However, when the concubine saw the emperor like this, she felt disgusted. She frowned, a disgusted expression appeared on her face, and she couldn't help but retching on the spot.