Emperor concubine and phoenix

Chapter 1 Rage

In the long silent night, everything in the world has fallen into a deep sleep.

In the emperor's bedroom illuminated by the dragon pattern golden lamp, there was a long and intense panting.

The atmosphere is beautiful and the temperature is rising steadily.

On the large and luxurious dragon bed in the inner hall of the bedroom, the palace gauze curtains embroidered with dragon patterns fluttered without wind, causing layers of ripples, which seemed to indicate that something unspeakable was going on on the dragon bed.

The intense and lengthy cloud and rain ended, and the man's lazy voice sounded: "Si'er, be my queen."

He didn't hear a response for a long time after he finished speaking, so he turned his head to look.

The person on the bed was silent for a long while, turned over and got off the dragon bed, knelt down on the ground steadily, with eyebrows and eyes slightly closed, with a respectful and indifferent gesture: "The emperor is the cloud in the sky, and the minister is the mud on the ground. Dust and mud cannot reach the sky."

After the words fell, the man lying lazily on the bed froze, staring straight at the woman under the bed with a pair of cold eyes, anger appeared on his handsome and handsome face, and his thin lips uttered three cold and cold words: " Get out."

The woman didn't feel any pain, she lowered her eyebrows and said: "The minister will leave."

The slender figure stood up and quickly walked out of the inner hall without any hesitation.

Accompanied by a burst of bright yellow curtains fluttering like running water, the slender and slender figure quickly disappeared from sight. The resolute and unsloppy posture seemed to be mocking him for kicking the iron plate again, A bad mood that cannot be avoided even if you are full.

Clenching his hands tightly, the man stood up in a rage, and smashed an unknown number of expensive objects in the dormitory, causing the servants and maids outside the palace to tremble, hanging their heads uneasily, wishing to shrink themselves to the ground.

But the culprit who caused all this seems to have never been heard, with a slender back and a tall and straight pine, with aloofness, indifference and alienation, and an indescribable calm and leisure, as if in his own backyard, he walked out of the palace. go.

"Come here!" A gloomy, cold and angry voice resounded in the hall, like a lion out of control, "Xuanrong Chuxiu and Duanmu Feng entered the palace!"

(End of this chapter)