Tyrant love: little stunner, I want you

After a heavy cold snort, Dugu Ming said in a cold voice.

"You, a little slave, have self-knowledge! Get up!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Hearing Duguming's words and knowing that he would not pursue the matter just now, Feng Xiaojiu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

While getting up from the ground, he stretched out his sleeve and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

Meimou secretly glanced at the man in front of her.

The man in front of him looked stern, and his dark and deep eagle eyes were like a thousand-year-old deep pool, which was bottomless, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

So Feng Xiaojiu didn't know whether he liked the dance she danced just now or not.

After all, her life and death and whether Meier can stay in the palace depends on the man's words.

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaojiu couldn't help being annoyed and cursing this evil dynasty with distinct classes again.

Treating human life as worthless, rights represent everything, it is really an evil class society!

Just when Feng Xiaojiu was upset, she looked at the man with a bit of uneasiness.

It's not that Dugu Ming never saw Feng Xiaojiu looking at him with uneasy eyes, and he also knew what Feng Xiaojiu was thinking.

After all, the person in front of her is like a piece of pure white paper, whatever is in her heart will be vividly displayed on her face, it's no wonder that people don't know what's on her mind!

However, although Dugu Ming knew what Feng Xiaojiu was thinking, he kept silent all the time, just stood there with a cold and arrogant face, looking down at Feng Xiaojiu who was kneeling on the ground.

The breeze blew up Dugu Ming's long robe with gold trim, and the sleeves fluttered in the air, making the man tall and straight, like a mountain that could not be reached, and there was an unconcealable majesty and domineering in it, which made people intolerable. Little Kai!

Some people, once they are born, are destined to be the king who stands high above the peak, and when people see them, they can't help but willingly crawl at his feet, and Dugu Ming is this kind of person!

Facing Dugu Ming who was silent, not angry but mighty, Feng Xiaojiu felt as if there were fifteen buckets in her heart, up and down.

I was uneasy, but Feng Xiaojiu had been afraid for a long time, but she still couldn't help raising her head slightly, first secretly glanced at the tall man standing in front of her, then she lowered her eyes, and Nuonuo said.

"I don't know if the emperor is satisfied with the dance skills of the servant just now!?"

Following Feng Xiaojiu's words, the entire Siyin Palace immediately became silent, everyone held their breath, and one after another with nervous eyes fell on Duguming.

After all, Dugu Ming's decision was very important to them.

Whether Meier leaves the palace or not, as well as Feng Xiaojiu's life, depend on Duguming.

It's not that Dugu Ming didn't notice the anxious eyes of the people around him, but he didn't pay attention at all.

Those deep black eyes just quietly fell on the little eunuch who was kneeling on the ground in front of him.

Looking at this delicately dressed and charming little man in front of him, Dugu Ming couldn't help flickering a strangeness in his eyes.

Immediately, the thin lips parted, and the low and hoarse voice escaped from his mouth——

"reluctantly."

"Forehead……"

Facing Dugu Ming's words, Feng Xiaojiu's drooping little face couldn't help turning dark, and the corners of her mouth twitched suddenly.

After all, this review is too low for her who has always been called the queen of the dance by her classmates and seniors.