The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 135
Maisui followed very consciously and followed far behind with light steps, not daring to make any sound at all.

The emperor's air pressure is too low
At this moment, I wish I could become a piece of air.

Zhang Deming stood on the spot dumbly, after seeing the back of his Long Live Lord leaving, he raised his hand and slapped himself lightly.

"Didn't you see that the imperial concubine is asleep? Talk a lot."

Recently, my master has become more and more displeased with himself.

Ugh.
Just as he was thinking, he was hit on the forehead by something.

Zhang Deming broke out in a cold sweat, and bent over to look at the thing that fell on the ground.

Hey. Isn't this the slave's purse?
Momo picked it up and tied it around his waist. He took the wide sleeve and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

When Lord Long Live pulled his purse today, he wanted to tell him that there was no money in it, but he was interrupted by the noble concubine and forgot.

Grandpa is going out of the palace today, there is a place to spend money, but the purse is empty.
Thinking of this, Zhang Deming couldn't help shivering.

As if thinking of something, he turned his head and looked at the end of the road again.

The Lord Long Live and the imperial concubine have already returned, so what about Yuan Shen?
Yuan Shen is an excellent dark guard who is best at finding traces. It would be a breeze for him to send him out to find people.

But he has been out for a long time and still hasn't heard from him.
Zhang Deming couldn't help muttering in his heart: Could it be that Yuan Shen is hiding somewhere and getting greedy again?
He paused on the spot for a while before Yuan Shen came, and turned around to walk towards the yard.

Just when he turned around, a huge black shadow landed in front of him with a "swoosh", and the floor under his feet shook at the same time.

He took two steps back in fright, and almost staggered and sat on the ground.

The cold sweat that had just been wiped off broke out all over his body again, and his heart suddenly missed a few beats.

After finally gaining a firm foothold, he looked forward intently.

The huge black shadow in front of him turned out to be Yuan Shen.

A swollen red envelope hung on Yuan Shen's forehead, which could be seen clearly even under the dim light.

With a chubby face in mourning, he looked at Zhang Deming with aggrieved expression.

"Eunuch Zhang, what do you think I did wrong?"

Zhang Deming shook his head in confusion: "Yuan Shen, what did you do wrong, I really don't know about it."

Yuan took a deep breath.

"I went out to look for Lord Long Live just now. I found him within half a stick of incense, and I just went over and shouted: Your Majesty, you haven't returned to the palace for so long, are you lost? I kicked a stone in front of my heel, and accidentally hit my subordinate on the forehead, and the subordinate was knocked unconscious at that time."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched his forehead: "It hurts."

After Zhang Deming listened, he took a deep breath, looked at the empty purse on his waist, and felt very grateful.

Fortunately, Long Live Lord only dropped a purse.

If there was a stone at Grandpa's feet just now.
Silently glanced at the lump on Yuanshen's head.

Yuan Shen's appearance at this time, that is, his fate, is probably even worse than him.

He looked at Yuan Shen sympathetically: "Long Live Lord probably kicked rocks for fun. He didn't do it on purpose. It was an accidental injury. I'll take you to apply some ointment, and you'll be fine in a few days."

Yuan Shen nodded, covering his forehead with one hand, holding the sword around his waist with the other, and followed Zhang Deming towards the imperial pharmacy with his swollen belly.

(End of this chapter)