My husband is a traitor

Chapter 11 Sobering Up, Interest

"Miss Gu, you are very noisy, can you go out?"

The cup is placed on the table, the sound is not loud, but it can be heard clearly in the quiet and quiet environment of the private room.

He glanced coldly at Gu Mingzhu, who was pretending to be bright and charming, with a harsh and cold tone.

Gu Mingzhu was timid instinctively, and hid behind Qi Rui, "Cousin... let's go."

Qi Rui looked back at Gu Mingzhu, who was so scared by Rong Jue, and then raised his eyes to Jiang Linlang who was sitting there and never looked at him.

In the end, he reluctantly nodded to Rong Jue, "Prime Minister, I and my cousin are going back first, my cousin is young, I hope the Prime Minister will not scare her."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Jiang Linlang hesitantly, and finally said something, turned around silently, and left without even looking at Gu Mingzhu.

"Cousin! Cousin wait for me!"

Seeing this, Gu Mingzhu quickly chased after her with her skirt.

Rong Jue's interest was aroused, his face was gloomy, and suddenly his eyes fixed on Jiang Linlang, and he said -

"His Royal Highness Xiao Wang is infatuated with you. It seems that he doesn't mind your status as a married man."

"Ding--"

There was a sound in Jiang Linlang's head, and before she opened her mouth, Rong Jue's lips curled up, and she gently picked up a teacup with her fingertips, and the teacup instantly turned into powder.

She then blurted out flattery, "I was born as a member of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and I will die as a member of the Prime Minister's Mansion. I have no two intentions!"

I mentioned it in my heart: This dead evildoer, does he have such a strong desire to control!

Hearing this, Rong Jue's pretty facial features cracked for a moment, her long and narrow eyes stretched out, and she was slightly stunned for a moment.

But as fast as lightning, he stared blankly at Jiang Linlang's swearing face with cold eyes, and snorted, "Just now, if you say a wrong word, your head will be broken into pieces just like it."

Silently looking at the broken cup, Jiang Linlang rubbed her head with disgust, still...

I almost knelt down and swear to him: Big brother, I dare not betray you!

At least not now.

"That woman Gu Mingzhu, stay away from her."

Rong Jue stood up, shook his black-red cloak, and suddenly reminded Jiang Linlang.

Jiang Linlang, who followed him to his feet, was very moved when he heard this, thinking that this guy might still have a bit of conscience in his bones.

Then Rong Jue added indifferently, "You are already stupid enough."

Don't follow Gu Mingzhu to be infected more stupidly.

Jiang Linlang actually understood the implication!

She took back what he said that he still had a conscience, bastard, attacking personally, flipping the table angrily!

After going out the door, Rong Jue twitched the corner of his lower lip in a good mood when he felt the daring of someone behind him.

but--

Qi Rui, it's really an eyesore.

People who are unable to keep what they want, and covet what others own, deserve to die.

Back at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Linlang served dinner in her own yard, and Rong Jue seemed to be called into the palace by the emperor again.After eating, she took the bridge for a walk around her yard, feeling bored, so she went out of the yard and went for a walk in the garden.

However, there are always a few shadows following behind.

She twitched the corner of her lips speechlessly, picked off a black chrysanthemum with her hands, and sniffed it.

The housekeeper behind him couldn't help but stare, "Ma'am! That's the Cosmos chrysanthemum that Persia paid tribute to His Majesty, the imperial treasure bestowed by His Majesty!"

The old butler, who was always calm and steady, rarely went crazy once.

Jiang Linlang twitched the corner of her mouth, glanced at the half-sized black chrysanthemum in her hand, put it back into the cluster of black chrysanthemums expressionlessly, coughed, and said calmly, "Hey, why did this flower fall by itself? ?”

housekeeper:……

Xiaoqiao: ...

Madame, you are getting better at making up nonsense.

Having a headache, Jiang Linlang called the flower farmer to deal with it. Jiang Linlang knew she was in the wrong, covered her lips with her hand and coughed, then pouted her mouth, and flirted with the housekeeper, "Well, uncle housekeeper, you won't tell Rong Jue, yes Bar?"

While talking, he blinked his eyes.

The butler had no expression on his face, but his heart was bleeding, and he hurriedly bowed, "Old slave, I will report it to my lord as it is."

Hearing this, Jiang Linlang raised her eyebrows, "Who saw me picking flowers? Did Rong Jue see it? No, it wouldn't be kind to do it without you."

"I saw."

Just when Jiang Linlang opened his eyes and told nonsense that even the housekeeper was almost fooled, Rong Jue came back at some point, smelling of alcohol, elegant black robes, bright red lips, cold eyes shining.

Hearing his voice suddenly, Jiang Linlang was no stranger to it. This man's martial arts were unpredictable, and he couldn't feel his breath every time he appeared.

She just did something wrong, so she couldn't help but feel guilty, shrank her neck, and immediately changed from a fox who flaunted power and threatened the housekeeper to a little white rabbit, and obediently admitted her mistake and bowed to apologize, "I was wrong! I shouldn't have destroyed the imperial treasure!"

It's quick to admit mistakes.

Rong Jue pressed the center of his eyebrows and drank some wine in the palace. At this time, his stomach was burning like fire, and his face became paler, but he didn't know that his actions made people think he was displeased.

Jiang Linlang pursed her lips, patted that cheap hand, and looked at Rong Jue with big eyes pitifully.

"Can you make hangover soup?"

Suddenly, Rong Jue put down the hand rubbing between his brows, raised his eyes to look at Jiang Linlang faintly, and asked.

"Ah?" Jiang Linlang was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes!"

After half an hour.

Jiang Linlang was holding hangover soup and a bowl of Yangchun noodles in her hand, still a little foggy——

Why did you come to the kitchen in a daze to make hangover soup for this fellow, and you were asked to make an extra supper?
The cooks in the mansion are of excellent cooking skills, it's strange that Rong Jue let these chefs do nothing but come to order her, who makes barely edible food.

However, this is the first time she has set foot in Rong Jue's bedroom. Contrary to his bright and eye-catching clothes, his bedroom, looking around, is cold and dead, the veils are all black, and the tables and chairs are neatly arranged——

She confirmed that this person is a Virgo, or obsessive-compulsive disorder. The bedroom is so clean that the floor is reflective, the furniture is placed at the same distance, and the sheets, quilts, and pillows on the bed have almost no wrinkles.

Carefully moved to the table and sat down, Rong Jue's bedroom was large and oppressive, the windows were tightly closed, the room was illuminated with night pearls (why didn't her bedroom!), and the fragrance was pleasant.

"Bring it here."

Rong Jue was sitting behind the desk. Yes, this man had a big desk and a simple bookshelf in his own bedroom.Sitting behind the desk at this time, reading official documents? !

The treacherous officials also worked hard?
Rong Jue didn't hear Jiang Linlang's voice, so he couldn't help but look up, and saw the other party's bright eyes sweeping around, full of curiosity.

Can't help coughing.

With this cough, Jiang Linlang immediately straightened her back and walked over with her things.

Looking at the hangover soup in the tray, Rong Jue stretched out his hand to take it, slightly raised his hand and raised his neck, and finished it in one go.

Jiang Linlang blinked her eyelashes in shock, isn't he afraid that she will poison him?

After thinking about it, with so many people watching, he must know that she dared not have the chance to harm him.

"Tell me about your affairs in Zhongxiushan."

Rong Jue put down the bowl, and handed the handkerchief to him in time with a hand peeling the onion roots. He took the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips. He raised his eyes and fixedly looked at the beautiful and delicate woman in front of him. road.

Suddenly, I want to know what kind of environment has cultivated her such an interesting temperament.

(End of this chapter)