Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

Qiaoyue saw that her young lady's long hair was loose, and she didn't know what to do.

But seeing Yun Sheng sitting on the side of the bed and holding the fourth prince Wuyou's hand with both hands, tears welled up in his eyes for New Year greetings, and he panicked.

"Miss, you..."

Yun Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head lightly.

Qiaoyue stopped speaking, and then heard the footsteps of many people outside the room.

Then I heard Sun Meng, who had been guarding outside the room, shout loudly: "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor!!!"

The corners of Yunsheng's lips raised slightly, showing a sneering smile, while Qiaoyue Congmin understood and said loudly: "Miss, miss, you...don't cry, take care of yourself! If you cry again, you will break your body , who will take care of the Fourth Highness, miss!!!"

Qiaoyue's voice was high-pitched and sad, and the footsteps outside the room also paused.

The mocking smile on Yun Sheng's lips was even stronger, but in those bright and deep eyes, the tears were like beads with a broken thread, falling continuously, and wet the exquisite dress on his body.

The face is fair and clear, the thin crimson lips are smiling, but tears are streaming silently in the eyes, the scene is strange and distressing.

Yun Sheng glanced at Qiao Yue appreciatively, then turned to look at the fourth prince Wuyou who was unconscious on the bed.

The slender fingers tightly held the fourth prince's worry-free hand, the joints were white, and the light blue blood vessels on the translucent skin were clearly visible.

And it seems that because of sadness and fear, his hands tremble slightly.

Tears kept falling silently, soaking the hem of the skirt on her knees to a large extent.Qiaoyue next to her held the handkerchief in one hand, sobbing and comforting her young lady.

The faces of the master and the servant were sad, arousing pity.

This is what the emperor saw when he entered the room.

Yun Sheng's eyes and ears are sensitive, and he has already heard the footsteps of the people behind him entering the door, but he seems to have never heard it, and he still looks at the comatose husband on the bed with a sad expression.

"Miss, you must rest assured, miss." Qiaoyue added fuel to the side at the right time.

"Bold, you can't afford to show up when you see Sheng Jia."

A high-pitched voice sounded.

This caused the master and servant to "surprise" and turn around.

Yun Changchang's hair was disheveled, her eyes were red and swollen, and there were two lines of tears on her clear cheeks. On her long and thick eyelashes, a teardrop was about to fall, which was very pitiful. She parted her thin lips slightly, her eyes full of surprise :"emperor!!!"

Yun Sheng got up in a hurry, but he seemed to be shaking because of his poor health, Qiao Yue hurried forward to support him, and the two bowed gracefully.

Yun Sheng's voice was low and hoarse: "My son, please greet the emperor!"

There is no flaw in this, and naturally there is no coquettish attitude. It completely reflects a weak woman who is sad and sad because of the misfortune in her family and her husband's unconsciousness.

When the emperor entered the door, his expression was cold, but when he saw Yun Sheng who looked so concerned, he couldn't help feeling that she was just a weak girl.

The emperor stepped forward in person, and emptily helped Yunsheng: "Get up." The tone was quite pitiful.

Qiaoyue helped her young lady up.

Yun Sheng's loose long hair poured down like an ink-colored waterfall. Yun Sheng pinned his long hair behind his ears weakly, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes and bowed: "My son is disrespectful before driving."

No matter how cold and hard-hearted a man is, seeing such a woman with a clear face and tears in her eyes, she will be hard-hearted to some extent.