Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 24 You Can Call Me (1)
Under this roof, by coincidence, is Changxiang Hall.

What is it called?Pit father ah!
Coincidentally, with his chest on the ground.

What is this called, balls hurt!
The old lady's four-season dried lentils were about to shrink again, Wen Qi rubbed her chest, bared her teeth, and was about to turn around with catlike steps——

"throw it out!"

This domineering, indomitable voice is none other than Chang Xiang King Yan Xiangxun.

Shit, this little overlord, 360 degrees, 24 hours a day, no dead ends, no leisure time, oh my god.Wen Qi rolled her eyes, then turned around, approached with light steps, pressed against the paper window, pricked up her ears, licked her fingers, poked a hole, and looked carefully.

The Changxiang Hall is magnificent, and it can be seen how noble the master in the hall is. The lacquered wood table, the gold-inlaid cauldron furnace, the screen is inlaid with lustrous jade, and the candles are flickering. The eunuch's face was completely white in the light.

This little eunuch is none other than Eunuch Yu, the third rank servant of the master in Changxiang Palace.

Eunuch Yu didn't dare to raise his head, and the corners of his lips trembled invisibly: "Your Highness, I don't dare to, this girl Xixiu was sent by the empress to serve His Highness, and Concubine Yuan took the order for His Highness, saying that she was going to give it to His Highness -"

In the warm jade, with a soft couch, Yan Xiangxun propped up half of his body and lay on his side, wearing only plain white underwear, with delicate eyebrows and eyes slanted, his handsome face, which had been stung by bee venom, was still red and swollen, neither angry nor happy , holding a cup of tea, not drinking, knocking on the lid of the cup again and again, those eyes are creepy.

Eunuch Yu was dripping with cold sweat: "It is said that it will be prescribed to His Highness, ************!

Before he could blurt out that word, the teacup flew over, hitting his forehead.

"boom!"

Right between the eyebrows, that's a precision, this technique must have been practiced a lot, and suddenly, I saw a bruise on the forehead of Mr. Yu: "Damn you, you deserve to die."

Looking up, I saw Yan Xiangxun took a sip of the tea slightly, and his mouth was fragrant, neither cold nor indifferent: "Who is your master?"

Eunuch Yu has a bad heart and has offended this temperamental little ancestor, so he replied: "His Royal Highness, Your Highness."

Yan Xiangxun seemed to smile: "You have sharp eyes, and you can still recognize your master, so I will keep your eyes on you." The conversation changed, and there was a coldness in the lazy tone, "It's just that you are rebellious. In the words of the master, the brain is so hard to use, what should I do?"

What should I do?Whether to kill or scrape, it all depends on the master's pleasure.In the palace, there are many masters, and there are even more masters who cannot be messed with. The most annoying one is without a doubt—King Chang Xiang.

Eunuch Yu thumped and knelt down: "I don't dare, please forgive me."

Yan Xiangxun held a bronze mirror, reflecting a pair of eyes like the coldness of the early moon, and lifted her thin lips, "Cut it off."

Rumor has it that the king of Changxiang will be bloodied when he is angry.

Eunuch Yu's body softened, and his bruised forehead hit the ground again and again, begging: "Your Highness, please forgive me, Your Highness, please forgive me..."

In the hall, a group of people were waiting, bowing their heads, keeping silent like cicadas, for fear of harming innocent people.

The master in the soft couch was tight, swaying the tea in his hand, and smiled calmly: "Excuse me?" His lips were red without touching, better than a woman, he said lazily, "In Changxiang Hall, don't you?" Keep useless people."

There is something in these words, leave three points, every word is vitality?Is it murder?
Eunuch Yu's forehead was sweating, and he cupped his hands for a long time: "I beg Your Highness to be the master."

As an errand in the Changxiang Palace, this kind of thoughtfulness is naturally indispensable.

"Oh?" Yan Xiangxun raised his eyebrows and put the teacup aside, smiling playfully.

Eunuch Yu weighed it carefully, but was still trembling, not daring to hesitate: "This servant once worked in the empress's palace, and he had a secret relationship with Miss Xixiu long ago, which polluted Miss Xixiu's innocence. Miss Xixiu bestowed food on the slave." She bent down, knelt down, and said in a high-pitched voice, "I beg Your Highness for your grace."

(End of this chapter)