Marry a queen

Murong Jing raised his eyes and said, "Here, let's take a look at her. According to the imperial doctor, she seems to have been frightened."

"What?" When Murong Chuxue heard this, she became nervous again. "Then... is she all right?"

Murong Jing stood up and looked at Murong Chuxue suspiciously.

For the first time, he saw his brother so nervous about a woman.

He said gently: "Chuxue, come and see her if you want to see her, don't be cautious. We are brothers, and we are also a family. Oh, I still like the brother who goes straight to the emperor." [

"Is it really possible?" Murong Chuxue sneaked a glance at the person lying on the bed, eyes full of distress.

"Well, you talk to the emperor's wife. I still have things to deal with right away." Murong Jing walked past Chu Xue, lightly pressed his shoulder, and walked away without saying anything.

The curtain was raised and lowered again, and the figure disappeared in an instant.

Murong Jing stood outside the curtain and did not leave immediately.

At this time, Chuxue's nervous greetings came from inside: "Hey, wake up! Don't scare me, what happened? Where did you get hurt?!...I'm so worried, how can you get hurt casually?... ...Why are you so stupid, won't you run away if an assassin comes?...Why is no one with you in broad daylight?...Tell me, are you okay?? Tell me..."

"I'm fine, idiot..."

Murong Jing's whole body vibrated, this, is this her voice? !Is she... blaming me? !

Originally, Murong Jing thought that Shen Su'er didn't look at him and didn't speak back because she was suffering from Mafeisan and she was still insane.Now it seems that she just doesn't bother to talk to him.

Heart, stabbed severely.

In this world, only a dead woman like her dares to disdain the emperor...

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Murong Jing's expression was icy cold, and the chill emanating from his body permeated the entire meeting hall.

A group of guards kneeling in the center of the hall trembled, not even daring to take a breath, for fear that this breath would be the last, let alone fearful, their foreheads were sweating, and their backs were getting cold.