Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

Ji Rong's dark eyes stared at Fu Yue almost unblinking, and his pale and slender hands stretched out in her direction, half lifted in the air.

"come."

The thin lips fit together.

Can not hear the two words of joy and anger.

The surrounding palace ladies were already shocked, and their faces were earthy, and their faces were filled with hopelessness.

It's over, it's over.

This noble concubine and empress must be convicted, and they will definitely not escape death under your majesty's anger.

Fu Yue reached out to touch her red lips and coughed slightly.

"In fact, this is all a misunderstanding."

After speaking the first sentence, she fell into silence strangely.

hiss.

Isn't this something that a scumbag must say at the scene of the rape?

Ji Rong took the initiative to walk towards Fu Yue and walked to her. He glanced at Yu Li beside her coolly, and then in the light eyes of the black swordsman, he stretched out his hand to embrace Fu Yue's waist, declaring The meaning of sovereignty is self-evident.

"misunderstanding?"

"Then Chuchu, explain, why does he appear here? Why is there a man in the inner courtyard of the palace."

Fu Yue squinted her eyes: "..."

She felt that Ji Rong was floating.

How dare to speak to her like this.

"pardon?"

Fu Yue shot Ji Rong with a swish of eyes.

The other party paused.

The tone was a little softer: "I'm just asking, why is he here?"

Fu Yue stared at him: "Tell me again in the tone just now."

Ji Rong: "..."

Ji Rong: "I was wrong."

Honestly admit your mistakes.

Domineering but three seconds, seconds counseling.

On the side watching the separation between the two of them: "..."

Holding the sword, silently looking at the sky.

The maids shivered: "..."

Has changed?

Your Majesty, is this evil?

Noting the expressions of the maids, Fu Yue's eyelids twitched, and she waved her hand to let them all go down. Ji Rong, the provincial fellow, said anything more, scared their little hearts could not bear it.

Only Fu Yue, Ji Rong, and Yu Li remained in the huge Weiyang Palace.

Did not wait for Ji Rong to ask anything.

Fu Yue took the initiative.

She pointed to the square box on the table, her expression hard to say, her eyes twitching.

"Ji Rong, won't you explain to me what this is?"

Ji Rong glanced.

"The head of Concubine Shu."

He was a little puzzled, and didn't understand why Fu Yue had such an expression of eating flies.

Fu Yue: "You sent this thing to scare me in the morning? Are you itchy?"

Her fists creaked.

Ji Rong was righteous: "You were angry yesterday, and I asked you why you didn't say why. I only learned later that this woman made you angry. So I killed her and sent her head over. You shouldn't are you happy?"

Fu Yue: "..."

Yu Li: "..."

Fu Yue pointed to herself in disbelief, and then to the head.

"I should be happy???"

She may really not understand the brain circuits of the tyrant.

Yu Li, who was standing by and holding the sword, also sorted out what happened.

The expression on the face of the swordsman in black was difficult to express.

Yu Li lowered his eyes, looked at Fu Yue, and said seriously: "Is he sick?"

Fu Yue nodded: "It should be."

Ji Rong: "...Do you think I am dead?"

Fu Yue pushed away Ji Rong's hand holding her waist with a headache, and sat down aside, as if I wanted to be quiet and you don't bother me.

As for Yu Li, he stared at Ji Rong for two seconds.

"Stupid."

The killer brother exploded foul language for the first time in his life.