Demon Concubine in charge: Evil Emperor, don't spoil

Chapter 1212 Who Sent It?
In fact, they were ready to come out half an hour ago.

It's just that Jin Xuanjing glanced at Mr. Fu Sheng, but he was unwilling to let Mr. Fu Sheng go out at this time.

It wasn't until the charm under Fu Shengjun's eyes faded away that he let him go.

Mr. Fu Sheng glanced at someone, but remained silent, while Jin Xuanjing had been following her Sheng'er, her black eyes were wet, and her handsome face was facing Mr. Fu Sheng, revealing a little innocence.

This must not be an innocent person.

"Why don't you go to sleep outside today, Your Majesty?"

Mr. Fu Sheng thought for a while, and then said, after all, at this time, they already have fast horses.

But after a while, you should be able to go to the small town inn outside.

"Then Sheng'er will accompany me, how about it?" Jin Xuanjing took her into his arms again, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more intense, and he kissed her on the forehead.

In this way, even Jing Wunian and Changfeng couldn't stand it anymore.

Originally, Jing Wunian thought that His Royal Highness liked the colder type like herself, but she never expected that Jin Xuanjing would be a scoundrel who would not let him go in front of Mr. Fu Sheng. Dude look.

It's just that this scoundrel is a little too handsome, and also a little too expensive.

"Have a meal."

Mr. Fu Sheng glanced at someone, but he still couldn't bear to do this kind of thing with Jin Xuanjing all afternoon.

And Jin Xuanjing was silent for a long time without moving his chopsticks. Mr. Fu Sheng just wanted to say something to him, but he heard Jin Xuanjing ponder for a while and said, "It seems that Sheng'er doesn't like it, so next time Get something new."

In fact, Jin Xuanjing wanted to play more tricks with Mr. Fu Sheng.

But because he was afraid that Mr. Fu Sheng would not be able to bear it recently, Jin Xuanjing also restrained this plan.

"... meal."

Fu Shengjun then put the food in his bowl, and Jin Xuanjing blinked at Fu Shengjun, then lowered his head and ate obediently.

In this way, ordinary women are somewhat unable to resist.

When he was on the couch, he was brave and good at fighting, and completely dominated the scene, but this time, he was like an oversized pet in captivity, clinging to his owner in various ways.

However, not long after, Du Qiao from outside came over and said, "Master, there was movement outside just now."

"what?"

Afterwards, Mr. Fu Sheng raised his eyes to look at Du Qiao, and Du Qiao gave something to Mr. Fu Sheng.

That is a piece of paper.

"The arrow shot over and almost passed through the chest of a guard."

Really, it was just a little bit worse, but I didn't expect it.

And Mr. Fu Sheng raised his eyebrows, picked up the piece of paper, and there was a person drawn on it.

It wasn't anyone, it was Nanmen Zhiluan.

Fu Shengjun's mother.

"Who brought it?"

Mr. Fu Sheng's eyes became darker and darker. This is his mother, but she is half-undressed and has a special style.

However, the painter must have never seen his mother like this, because Nanmen Zhiluan already wore a tattoo when she was 13 years old.

It is on the side of the collarbone, which is a luan bird.

Mr. Fu Sheng has always known about this, but it does not mean that Mr. Fu Sheng is not angry at this time.

"I almost shot the guard to death just now, so we didn't have time to look at it, and the man took advantage of it and left."

From the looks of it, it was a gauntlet against Mr. Fu Sheng.

They are inevitable for Mr. Fu Sheng.

"It seems that there are quite a few people who want to die."

Mr. Fu Sheng stroked the wall of the cup, and spoke slowly again.

(End of this chapter)