Marry a queen

"Emperor, Your Majesty?..." The woman hidden in the shadow shouted in shock.

Murong Jing stared coldly at the woman in the dark.

Chen Shou has also quickly blocked the escape route behind the woman.

On the palace road, there are high walls on both sides. Concubine Xiao is in front of the woman, and Chen Shou is behind, but Murong Jing stands on the high wall.

There is no escape. [

"Your Majesty, why are you here? This concubine is here to bid farewell to Concubine Xiao... After all, we are sisters." The trembling voice was quiet and soft, but it was used to cover up panic.

Murong Jing remained silent.

Concubine Xiao gave sympathy and gave a bleak smile, sarcastically saying: "Lin Yuer, stop acting. No matter how experienced an actor is, he can't play the man above us." This time reminding Lin Yuer, laughing at her ignorance, They are also mocking Murong Jing.

The corner of Chen Shou's mouth twitched, he wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

For some reason, Xiao Guifei said that he really wanted to laugh.

The only person who dares to hurt the emperor is the empress.

So, he quietly looked at Murong Jing, his expression remained the same, without any trace of anger.

Who knows what the emperor is thinking in his heart?

only--

The murderer was really Concubine Lin, and Chen Shou was also confused. Except for the injury to her left wrist, there was indeed no superfluous sign that she was an assassin.And she was sick and took medicine for many years, and everyone in the palace knew that she was weak.

Before that, Murong Jing had the same doubts as Chen Shou even after hearing what Concubine Xiao said.

Lin Yu'er has been acting in front of him, and she is so cruel that she used the sword wound that stabbed her for the second time to cover up. Even the old doctor hid it. Will it hurt that badly?This is the doubt of the imperial physician...

Murong Jing asked coldly: "Lin Yu'er, what else do you have to say?"

"Your majesty, it wasn't done by the concubine, no! Concubine Xiao stabbed the assassin's left wrist, but the concubine was not wounded by the sword. How could it be the concubine?" Lin Yuer stumbled out of the shadows in a panic, facing Murong Jing knelt down.

A cold snort replaced the answer?