Mrs. General can't be messed with

Chapter 62
But today, she felt that this woman's appearance was so ugly, extremely ugly.

"Bang!" There was the sound of a broken cup and a woman's panicked voice in the imperial study room.

"emperor."

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Murong Xing ignored the little sixth son's father-in-law and quietly went to the imperial dining room.

"Your Majesty, don't be so angry that you will punish this impolite girl after the Empress Dowager De's body recovers." Leng Xinlan Xu didn't expect her to be so bold, to dare to speak so bluntly. accuse the emperor.

After Leng Xinlan finished speaking, she felt a cold light.

For some reason, Murong Chong was obviously very angry, but he didn't want someone to say that about Xing'er. In his heart, he still defended her somewhat.

Murong Chong let go of Leng Xinlan, and said coldly: "My concubine is tired too, so go back and rest! I will visit you again when I have time."

Without waiting for Leng Xinlan to speak, he ordered: "Come here, send Concubine Xian back to the palace."

Never thought that the emperor would treat her like this because of a girl. Although he was wronged in his heart, he did not dare to express it.

She walked to the bottom and leaned slightly: "The concubine is resigning."

Murong Chong clenched his fists tightly, thinking about Xing'er's words just now, he was annoyed for a while: Is he pampering this girl too much?
Otherwise, how could she be so presumptuous, so arrogant.

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"Emiang, how can you love the people of God's royal family, a man, so many women, can he come here in a hurry?"

The most ruthless emperor's family, but she happened to be born in the emperor's family.

In fact, she didn't know where the imperial dining room was, otherwise she wouldn't have made such an oolong last time, and she wouldn't have met a bewitching and beautiful man.

She walked aimlessly in the palace compound, thinking in her heart and muttering on her lips.

A gazebo in front attracted her attention, perhaps it should be said that the zither in the gazebo attracted her.

She sat in front of the guzheng with a curled body, feeling so natural: "The master once said that qin music is the best thing to express emotions, and I need it right now."

Since she came to ancient times, she has never touched the guzheng again. Today is a rare opportunity, and she happens to be very interested.

Sitting in front of the guzheng at this moment, her small body exuded a noble aura, and a pair of small white hands suddenly became clear, bouncing gracefully on the strings.

The beautiful and smooth sound poured out like mountains and rivers.

Spring comes early, dreams disturb the building, small gatherings recite the present

Why not just clothe the Qingshan Col
The moon is like a waist, the piano refers to dancing, singing wildly when drunk, laughing when awake

Don't let go of your youth
Thousands of dollars are not exchanged, Yiren looks back at Jin Buyao

Artemisia crimson with cinnabar between eyebrows

The sound of oars and the shadows of lights linger where the green apricots are still young

I'm ashamed to smell the late night begonia flower
Empty self-annoyed the setting sun is good, the past is blown by the wind
Tranquility knows the taste of happiness
Frost's sideburns are unpredictable, especially remembering yesterday and recalling tonight

But I don't know that time makes people grow old

Leaning on Nanshan to gently knock on the firewood door

New friends with gray hair, old friends with yellow mouth

Why not be frivolous about drinking two or three cups of Dongli

Ask Yue Heng'e how the wine is
Whether you win or lose, it's hard to predict since ancient times
Happy or sad or drunk, sing wildly when awake, laugh when awake, don’t let down your youth, just be young
Right or wrong or big dream, forget it all
Whether it is love or hate, it is all destined to gather together today

After thinking about it, it's actually really boring, I'm afraid that loneliness will make people grow old

Thousands of dollars are not exchanged, Yiren looks back at Jin Buyao

Artemisia crimson with cinnabar between eyebrows

The sound of oars and the shadows of lights linger where the green apricots are still young

when are the cherries red
Leaning on Nanshan to gently knock on the firewood door

New friends with gray hair, old friends with yellow mouth

Why not be frivolous about drinking two or three cups of Dongli

Ask Yue Heng'e how the wine is
A piece of golden hazel is envious of the hustle and bustle!
(End of this chapter)