Yusui Chang'an

The emperor sat on the dragon chariot and closed his eyes to meditate. The palace attendant who was carrying the dragon chariot stumbled and was jolted. The emperor raised his eyelids dangerously and glanced at the palace servants who were tremblingly asking for forgiveness without making a sound.

Zheng Cheng scolded the man and ordered the dragon chariot to move on.

When the emperor got off the dragon chariot, he left a sentence: "It's dealt with."

The palace man who made the mistake was so frightened that he knelt down and trembled. Zheng Cheng called the imperial guards and dragged him away.

Hearing the palace attendants being dragged away begging for mercy, Zheng Cheng said in his heart:
When His Majesty was angry, who could be blamed?

Zheng Cheng took the hot tea brought by the chamberlain and handed it over carefully. The emperor picked it up and wanted to drink it, but put it down angrily:

"You said she's getting better? She still looks like she has the same bad temper!"

"My Lady Jade Concubine used to quarrel with you, but not today. You are the emperor, and your Majesty is just a weak woman. You have to give her time to change her temper."

The emperor squinted at Zheng Cheng, his face impatient, but deep down his anger was relieved.

After hearing the news from Wangshu Palace, he learned that Concubine Jade only had affection for Lin Jinyan. The emperor took a sip of tea and ordered Lin Jinyan to come to the palace tomorrow and send some advice to Wangshu Palace.
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Inside the dungeon.

Fan Tonggui held the torch and carefully led the way. Feeling the murderous aura behind Feng Xiaoran, he subconsciously tightened his skin.

When he arrived at the place, Fan Tonggui stuck the torch on the wall, took two quick steps and wiped the chair with his sleeve, smiling flatteringly:

"Young Master, please sit down."

Feng Xiaoran glanced coldly, stepped forward and sat down:

"Bring me Li Quan and let me calm down the fire first."

Fan Tonggui: "Don't you want to hand him over to Ling Jiu..."

"What kind of friendship do you have? He is the master and I am the master? Who do you listen to?" "You, listen to you."

Fan Tonggui hurriedly agreed and immediately ordered people to drag Li Quan, who had a bruised nose and face.

Li Quan glanced around and saw no one he knew. He held his neck and shouted in a fierce voice:
"I am a slave of the Qi family of the aristocratic family. If you dare to tie me up, let my master know that you will not be spared!"

Feng Xiaoran suddenly stood up and kicked Li Quan in the door. He kicked Li Quan to the ground, his mouth was full of blood and he spit out half of his teeth.

Before Li Quan could speak again, Feng Xiaoran didn't use any internal strength and kicked Li Quan hard from feet to flesh:
"A mere slave is worthy of your words! Even if your master falls into my hands, he will still be beaten!"

"You dare to hurt my brother even if you are a scoundrel! I can't beat you to death!"

Li Quan was kicked so hard that he curled up with his head in his hands, crying out in pain and begging for mercy:
"Ouch, who is your brother? Ah, no... ah... please help me... oh... I have never hurt anyone recently... Sir, please spare my life... ah!"

Fan Tonggui stepped back slowly, until his back hit the wall and he could no longer retreat, then he curled up his neck and pretended to be quail motionless:
Go ahead and fight for a while. If you let go of your anger, I will be less angry.

"Sex makes you stupid! People don't look down on you, but you still want to get involved! I'll give in! Minato!"

"You hide your kindness to others! You even take advantage of me! As for your kindness to her, showing your identity has given you all the advantages, so you won't talk about it!"

"You will fight with me! You don't even dare to tell me if you like me! If you have the ability, grab it! Meng Hulu! Stupid!"

Li Quan, who was beaten so hard that he couldn't speak and could only moan:
...What are these, I have never done them before.

Fan Tonggui glanced at Li Quan, who was beaten for An Zhixian, and sighed in his heart at his misfortune.

Feng Xiaoran, who was tired from kicking, threw the loose hair on her chest to her back, stood up straight and took a deep breath. (End of chapter)