The concubine loves evil: the lazy emperor, you are miserable

Chapter 167 How dare you speak ill of him behind his back 10
Looking back, she and Dongfengling were by the mirror lake at that time, and there was no one else around.

It is impossible for Dongfeng Ling to come to file a complaint, even if it is too late.

It must have happened to be overheard by someone else.

Alas, this palace is really real, the walls have ears, no wonder Dongfeng Ling told her not to talk nonsense.

If it weren't for this time and space, where technology is not developed, Gu Le'er would almost suspect that Dongfeng Zui had installed a bug on her body.

Otherwise, why can't she hide all her actions from him?
Gu Le'er pretends to be confused with Dongfeng drunk on purpose.

"Your Majesty, is there such a thing? That man is really daring."

"I think so too."

"Your Majesty, since you know our plan and know that we are all for your own good, just agree, okay?"

Dongfeng Zui shook his head firmly.

"No."

Gu Le'er talked left and right, but Dongfeng Zui refused to agree to her proposal anyway.

Not only did he not agree, but he also repeatedly drove her away.

However, Gu Le'er expected his reaction.

The concubine went out to run the tea house, which was too shocking.

Seeing that Dongfeng Zui was determined and refused to agree, Gu Le'er had no choice but to leave, and went back to Qinse Palace, thinking about other countermeasures.

It seems that the soft ones have no choice but to be hard ones.

Anyway, she, Gu Le'er, will not admit defeat, she must try her best to achieve what she wants to do.

That night, Gu Le'er locked the door again.

I lit the oil lamp, lay down on the bed, and wrote down my future plans while pondering.

Not used to brushes, I picked up a few pieces of black charcoal left over from the barbecue, sharpened them, and wrapped the end in my hand with paper to use as a brush.

I was concentrating on writing, when the oil lamp suddenly flickered again.

It was exactly the same as when she was painting last time.

This time, Gu Le'er learned from the past and stopped vigilantly.

Sure enough, the thin hairs around the ears were blown forward a few times by the wind, and then stopped.

Gu Le'er put down the pen, folded the paper, put it in her arms, and then turned around.

Sure enough, in front of her, in the center of the room, stood a man in black.

He was as tall as a snow walker.

The oil lamp cast his back onto the wall, printing a taller black shadow.

(End of this chapter)