Do not mess with the concubine: God of War Lord please accept

Chapter 1157 Poor Qingcheng
"Madam, please?" Mo Juechen gritted his teeth, with a half-smile, staring at Qingcheng coldly.Zhao'er didn't see him, but he was so optimistic about Qingcheng, he as a husband was not as good as Qingcheng's subordinate, hehe.

Qingcheng's legs were weak, and he really wanted to say, master, stop staring, if you stare at me again, I should kneel.But he didn't dare to say that. Madam, is she sure that such an order was out of her mind?

Didn't he consider that under such circumstances, he would be dismembered by his master?
"Master, master, I think I can explain it." Mo Juechen didn't speak, he called out the golden gun, and flicked his fingers on the tip of the gun in front of Qingcheng, as if he wanted to know how big the tip was. Sharp, and deliberately took a piece of rice paper from the table.

The rice paper fell on the tip of the gun and was pierced the instant it touched.

As the shredded paper fell to the ground, Qingcheng felt that his heart was not beating like his own.

"Master, master, master, calm down. Madam must be embarrassed to bow her head to you, so she called me over to act as a microphone for you. It must be like this, I think."

Qingcheng's voice trembled a little, he was really afraid that he would be regarded as that piece of rice paper by his master, and rubbed against the tip of the gun, it was so terrifying.

"Oh? Zhao'er wants you to convey something to me?" Mo Juechen's voice was cold, and the movement of putting the rice paper on the tip of the gun continued, Qingcheng was on the verge of crying.

"That's right, that's right, that's right. When I come back from Fangfei Courtyard soon, I must do my duty as a microphone, and relay to the master what my wife said no matter how big or small it is."

"Heh, would I want to know about this?" Mo Juechen's white teeth made Qingcheng tremble even more.

"No, it's more than that. The most important thing is that Madam misses you, Master, and the subordinates will definitely convey it clearly."

And then, Mo Juechen finally stopped putting down the rice paper, and raised his eyelids slightly, "Has this majesty forced you?"

"No, no, of course not, the master didn't ask for anything, everything was voluntary by Qingcheng, voluntarily."

I want to know the current situation of my wife there, but I want to save face, so I don't take the initiative to speak out.Qingcheng really wanted to touch his forehead, but in the face of absolute strength, he dared not say anything.

Perhaps persuaded by Qingcheng's guarantee, Mo Juechen finally agreed to Qingcheng's going to Fangfeiyuan.The moment Qingcheng came out of the room, Lingzhi heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly shrank aside to try to reduce his sense of existence.

"What are you doing in a daze, don't leave!" Qingcheng, who was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, increased his volume, but after a while deliberately lowered it, "If you dare to gloat, I will kill your girl."

Lingzhi couldn't laugh or cry, is this a typical way of venting anger, "My lord just now has a very strong ability to adapt to changes!"

Qingcheng: ...

It really is which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.

I really wanted to yell twice, but Lingzhi reminded him just right, "Master Qingcheng, please don't make madam angry. The weather is scorching hot, and this servant will make mung bean soup for madam."

Well, before he even started to vent his anger, someone hinted at him that as the lady's personal girl, she is in a far better situation than him now.If he really dared to reprimand others, she would complain in front of his wife.

Life is difficult, Qingcheng thinks it is so difficult to be a servant.

In order not to be sued by Ganoderma lucidum wearing small shoes in front of his wife, he had no choice but to show his smile to Lingzhi very kindly, "Miss Lingzhi, please give me some advice!"

Ha ha……

(End of this chapter)