Crossing the Queen Feitian: The Harem Male Concubine

Chapter 358 Evil Spirits Are Jealous, Old Love (4)

"Then... what if your majesty asks why the soul water is sick? If your majesty knows your identities, will you convict me?"

This was what she was most worried about.

He thought that the soul water could escape from the harem, but he didn't think it was him who insisted on getting stuck in it and not getting out.

He Ze smiled at her: "Don't worry, I'm here for everything."

For years, he always said that.

In a word, with a promise, He Ze can really shoulder the things she can't do.

Many times, Hunqin would ignore the female superiority and male inferiority between them. In her opinion, her husband is excellent, both civil and military, and he is willing to be inferior to women. He has become a virtuous and good man.

At the critical moment, when the sky fell, he would be the first to carry it for their mother and son. By his side, she would always have a sense of security.

Watching He Ze's back, she suddenly called him——

On the other side of the corridor, the man turned his head, waiting for her to speak.

Hun Qin shook his head, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "You...be careful in everything in the palace, don't offend His Majesty."

In fact, she wanted to say, don't get too close to Mo Qing.

Standing there, He Ze smiled elegantly and nodded his head as a consent.His smile seemed to answer the exhortation she held in his heart.

In the depths of the corridor of Yushifu, Hunqin sat alone on the side, leaning against the railing.

Really...

What was that strange feeling just now?
That jealous heart was like a surging ocean wave, without jealousy, it suddenly became a big fire, which burned her to pieces, and she forgot who she was—even more her own nature.

very scary……

If she was so unreasonable in the future, she would feel horrified just by imagining it.

Maybe, what He Ze said is right, she is too tired, so her heart is also frizzy.

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In the hall of Yushi Mansion, Mo Qing stood upright with one hand on the scabbard. She was quietly looking at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. The strokes were strong, thick and pure.Only He Ze could write such a stroke.

Unknowingly, she remembered when she was young...

He was writing in the courtyard of the General's Mansion.But she laughed at him for being arty... He always laughed disapprovingly, and buried himself in his favorite calligraphy.

(End of this chapter)