Quick Transmigration System: Bad Girl &Villain

Because of the identity of a civilian, he suffered countless white eyes. Even now he has become a red man around the emperor, some people still point out his life experience.

He sighed and touched the body of the sword lovingly.

"I shouldn't have been angry with you."

Because of his indifference, there is no servant in his family. All the things are done by himself.

Out of the door, I saw two big words hanging on the house next door, the moon house.

I don't know why, his mind flashed the face of the waste.

The last time I saw her, I accompanied the emperor to the south of the Yangtze River for inspection.

Her eyes, full of love and worry, impressed him.

Oh, pull back the thoughts, this sad woman, for the sake of a man, put herself in such a situation.

The mother of a country, accompanied by the emperor, made great contributions to the world. At this time, she was in the cold palace, living and dying on her own.

I don't know what it feels like. It has nothing to do with him.

The next day, after taking a rest, he stood at the door of the imperial study like a tall pine tree.

The emperor inside seemed to have been angry and lost his temper.

"What the hell does this woman want!! I've done so many wrong things. I'm already in the cold palace. What else do you want? "

"Call him! I want to see. What face does she have to see me again! "

"Emperor, here comes the waste queen."

"Let her wait outside the door!"

This is Fu Chengchuan's first time to see clearly the face of the abandoned empress. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. It is not that he has never seen a woman in the cold palace. But in front of him, not only did not have haggard dark yellow facial expression, on the contrary, the gorgeous radiance is everywhere, the United States lets the human not move the eye.

What he heard the most during this period was the small eunuchs and maids chatting about idly to pass the time.

For example, when will the abandoned empress of Lenggong die.

Will her sister be the new queen.

But the woman in front of her, standing at the door, was holding a green silk with a simple wooden hairpin. After waiting for a long time, there was still no call from the emperor.

It seems to be some of the impatient, she can't bear to close the ear down the blue silk, does not look a sad look.

Suddenly, Fei Hou turned to look at him.

"Oh, the longer you grow, the more beautiful you will be." The woman's face was pale, and there was a trace of sickness between her eyebrows and eyes. Her face was not covered with pink and black, but her lips, like flowers blooming in spring, became more and more delicate and bright red.

Hehe, it's really interesting. There's a glimmer of inexplicable light in Yuexi's eyes. She knows that the spicy chicken system and the God will not make any good ideas. No, from this villain, she has smelled a strange and familiar smell!

Fu Chengchuan's face was expressionless, and he did not know what she said suddenly. He could only kneel down and salute, "the empress Miao Zan."

All of a sudden, she looked cool and looked at the whispering palace people around her casually, "is Fu Shiwei the same as those slaves, looking forward to when this palace will die?"

He lowered his head, his face was cold, but his voice was frightened, "I dare not!"

"Oh." The woman's voice sounded over his head. After a while, she seemed to feel bored and stopped teasing him.

But just now, she was still looking at Yuexi with schadenfreude eyes. The palace maids and eunuchs who talked about it stood up one after another, and a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.

Although the waste empress is a waste empress, it has the support of the ministers of the former dynasty and the contribution of supporting the emperor to the throne. If the emperor pursues it, they will lose their heads.

Looking at Fu Chengchuan, who is still kneeling on the ground with her head down, Yuexi thinks deeply. Her eyes press down, and she has to say, that man is really on his appetite.

The chest muscles wrapped under the bodyguard's clothes and a frigid and ascetic face made her want to conquer.

"I'm not reconciled." The woman's voice is very light, as if the wind will drift away and disappear in general, she is smiling, lips like the most beautiful flowers, extremely delicate.

He raised his head, looked at her uncontrollably, then lowered himself, his ears stained pink.

She was smiling. "I don't want to die. If I die, no one will remember me. What a pity."