The Queen's Troubles: Her Majesty Is Jealous of Her Husband

Chapter 71 The Emperor Is Really Angry
Over the past ten years, Ouyang Youche has also resisted many difficulties. Under their protection, Ouyang Youche finally avoided the queen mother's poisonous hands.

"Stinky girl, stinky girl!!"

Ouyang Youche's angry cursing came out, faintly, but both Qingting and False Fog could hear clearly.

The two looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

"The emperor is in love with the little queen."

Qingting said calmly.

"Ok, I know."

"But the little queen doesn't love the emperor." Qingting said casually.

Fake Wu raised his eyebrows, "I always feel that the little queen is no longer the little queen. Could it be that she is a pawn of the Liu family?"

"I don't know, I also told the emperor these words." Qingting leaned against the column, although they and Ouyang Youche were related to the emperor.

However, most of the time, there is nothing to talk about.

"Then what should I do? If this continues, the emperor will go crazy."

False Fog is somewhat melancholy and authentic.

Qing Ting raised his eyebrows and didn't speak any more. The sound of roaring and smashing things kept coming from the inner hall.

This time, the emperor was really angry.

However, gradually, the inner hall became peaceful.

"Is the little queen dumbfounded by the poison? Logically speaking, that kind of poison is a poison that has no antidote in the world. It's really surprising that the little queen is safe and sound."

Fake Fog frowned, he couldn't figure it out.

The emperor was poisoned once, and the little queen was poisoned twice, but they were safe and sound.

"That's why I said that the little queen is no longer the little queen she used to be."

"Have you said enough? Starting today, I don't want to hear anything about the little queen!!"

A voice suddenly roared outside.

Qingting and False Fog couldn't help but twitched their mouths and looked at each other.

The emperor's ears were stretched so far away that he could hear what they were discussing.

In the inner hall, there was a mess.

The vases that were displayed were thrown into pieces one by one.

Fresh flowers are also spoiled to pieces.

The gauze curtains and bead curtains were all torn off and fell to the ground.

Ouyang Youche supported the table, panting angrily.

The majestic king is less and less demeanor of a king.

(End of this chapter)