The promotion of the imperial palace of the prosperous Huangmou

Chapter 602 Plan
Although Lu Juntong didn't know the third prince's plan, but in view of the third prince's performance, she was still very worried that the third prince would do something inappropriate.

So at the moment she looked at the third prince quite nervously.

Rather than worrying about the third prince, it would be better to say worrying about Chen Wanwan and Li Yan.

After all, something really happened to the third prince, and Chen Wanwan won't get any benefit from marrying a chicken and following a chicken, or marrying a dog to follow a dog.

And Li Yan had to clean up the mess for the third prince.

At this time, the third prince stuttered and said softly: "My subject wants to go to the palace—"

Hearing these words, Lu Juntong couldn't help but feel his heart sink.

Then subconsciously felt that Emperor Wen must be angry about this.

Sure enough, seeing Emperor Wen's face immediately darkened.Even the tone was gloomy: "How do you say this?"

Okay, why did you think of going to the palace?

The third prince was obviously even more afraid and nervous about Emperor Wen's stern face.So there was even a bit of stuttering in the words: "Qi's father, the emperor's minister, is thinking—— thinking——"

Speaking of this, the third prince seemed afraid to continue, so he just stayed here.

Lu Juntong really couldn't stand it.Simply stop looking at it, look at the nose and mind from a distance, and act as if you don't exist.

It's not easy for her to talk about such things.

"Why?" Emperor Wen only uttered these two words, his voice already frosty.

The third prince was shocked immediately, and said all the rest of the words at once: "My son thinks it's better to avoid suspicion."

As for who to avoid suspicion with and why, there is obviously no need to say more.

Emperor Wen burst out laughing out of anger at these words.

After such a sneer, everyone in the room felt that the atmosphere suddenly became depressed for no reason.

Lu Juntong hurriedly persuaded him: "Your Majesty, don't get angry. The imperial doctor said that you should not lose your temper."

This sentence also played a little role.Emperor Wen took a deep breath, and it seemed that his mood gradually calmed down, but...

In fact, anyone who has lost their temper knows that the more they want to suppress their temper when they are angry, the stronger the evil fire will be.

So after a while, instead of calming down, Emperor Wen grabbed a pillow with his backhand and smashed it hard again.

The third prince was still hit straight.

But the third prince didn't dare to say a word, instead he could only kowtow and say: "Father, please don't get angry, everything is my son's fault."

Hearing this, Lu Juntong couldn't help but said, "Third Prince, you should talk less at this time."

She reminded such a sentence with cross eyebrows and cold eyes, which seemed a bit abrupt, but it was not offensive.

It was the way the third prince looked at her, somehow reminding him of Li Yanlai.At the moment, there is a chug in my heart, and I just feel guilty.

The third prince really just kept his mouth shut and dared not speak any more.

"Hurry up and get out?" Emperor Wen took a moment to reprimand him again.

Judging from the degree of impatience in his tone, at this time Emperor Wen was really annoyed even by looking at the third prince.

The third prince could only retreat helplessly.

Lu Juntong poured Emperor Wen a cup of tea, and Emperor Wen drank it all in one gulp, then gasped heavily: "I don't know who I learned from!"

The tone is like hating iron but not steel.

Lu Juntong sighed softly: "Your Majesty, don't think so much, your body is important. Although the third prince's words are a bit inappropriate, after all, the intention is good—"

(End of this chapter)