Chapter 1127 My Gentle Tyrant (9)

Fu Yue's face froze slightly.

Why is she so bad at acting? ?

Doesn't this person have no shame in smiling like this?

Seeing Fu Yue's depressed expression as if he had eaten daddy. Ji Rong laughed even more wildly. He almost bent down and covered his stomach with his slender fingers, laughing until his stomach hurt.

Fu Yue was expressionless: "Has Your Majesty laughed enough?"

Ji Rong coughed twice.

The laughter gradually stopped.

He glanced at Fu Yue with a half-smile, stretched out his hand to hold Fu Yue's hand, and led her to sit on the dragon chair.

Fu Yue was pressed down 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 can tell whether this guy will want to kill her in the next second?

After all, this man's claws were rubbing the back of her neck. The movement was gentle, but it made people feel chilling.

Ji Rong half-closed her eyes, Shi Shiran took back the hand that was rubbing the back of her neck, then took Fu Yue's hand and played with it, as if he had found some fun toy.

"You make me very happy."

Fu Yue tentatively replied: "...Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty?"

Say so.

Fu Yue has scolded Ji Rong a thousand and eight hundred times in her heart.

Does it still make you happy?

What if your dad is a kitten or puppy?

This dog compares.

Ji Rong kept staring at Fu Yue, and it was easy to spot the unnatural flash on her face. The word dissatisfaction was clearly written in these black and white eyes.

Maybe this woman is still scolding him in her heart.

Ji Rong glanced at her: "You don't mean what you say."

Fu Yue: "..."

Ji Rong continued to say slowly: "I am happy today and I don't care about you. Since you can make me happy...then make me a noble concubine."

One sentence determined her current identity.

Without a master in the harem, the highest she can do is just be a concubine.

Fu Yue made her a noble concubine as soon as she came up.

Still with such nonsense reasons.

The people kneeling around the palace suddenly felt worried about Xiao Jiujiu.

This Miss Qin... No, she is a royal concubine now, she is afraid she will soar into the sky!

After the incident spread.

Instantly, it caused a shock in the harem and even the former court.

Everyone speculated how long this noble concubine would be favored.

Some old people in the palace didn't take this to heart at all, because His Majesty's cruelty was obvious to all. Maybe tomorrow, this noble concubine would be despised, and even... she would die in vain.

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That night.

Fu Yue was washed and dressed up and sent to Weiyang Palace, which was the tyrant's bedroom of Ji Rong.

Only then did Fu Yue realize.

She faced the biggest crisis in the world.

Go to bed...

She actually wants to sleep with her? !

Fuyue felt a pain in her balls. It wasn't that she refused to applaud her little sweetie for love, but this Ji Rong... Hey, she was really a little sick!

She was afraid that in the middle of bed, Ji Rong would suddenly go crazy and kill her.

Fu Yue felt it was useless to refuse in her heart.

After all, in this world where imperial power is supreme.

She is fish meat.

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After being sent to Weiyang Palace.

Fu Yue opened the door of the dormitory and went in. As soon as she stepped in, she smelled an extremely pleasant cold fragrance. It was dark, cold, and extremely fragrant. It was the kind of fragrance that Ji Rong had.

Fu Yue blinked and she walked slowly inside.

Seeing the feared tyrant, he was now lying obediently on the bed, his eyes closed, and his eyelashes as thick as small fans resting on his eyelids.

I don’t know if I fell asleep or not.