Although he became his queen in the end, he stayed alone on the wedding night. In order to stabilize the throne, the man took the overall situation into consideration. The emperor and the empress got married and went to the imperial concubine. By the day she died, Empress Ji did not give birth to a child or a daughter, and she was also a poor woman.

However, there were many concubines in his harem, but none of them seemed to have any offspring. However, she was pregnant, but she was weak and could not be saved...

He noticed that the girl was staring at him, and her eyes were still a little cold. Feng Ming couldn't help but feel cold. He raised his eyes to look at the girl, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Qing'er, why are you looking at me like this?"

This look seemed to be looking at a dead person, cold and cold.

He didn't mess with her!!

Mu Jiuqing stared at him coldly for a moment, and didn't hear anything he said. His mind was full of cruel and ruthless things he had done in his previous life.

As a young man, he smiled like a gorgeous February peach blossom with a beautiful appearance, and his temperament was like a green lotus that was untainted by mud.

No one knew that he was actually a terrible man who was vicious and used any means to achieve his goals.

So she can't relax and beware of this man at all times...

"Qinger?"

Seeing her in a daze, the boy put down his pen and his slender white fingers swayed in front of her eyes.

Mu Jiu leaned back to his senses, his eyes sterned, and he immediately slapped him mercilessly, and said coldly, "Did you stop? Keep writing for me. I copied this Buddhist scripture a hundred times, and I can't finish it today and I'm not allowed to eat."

She suddenly got up and took out a thick Buddhist scripture from the bookshelf and threw it to him.

"ah…"

Sitting in the study, disasters come from the sky.

The Buddhist scriptures fell heavily into his arms, which made him stunned.

"Qinger, can you copy it tomorrow..."

Feng Mingjue hugged the Buddhist scriptures and followed the girl to the flower hall where she was resting in front, saying pitifully.

Such a large Buddhist scripture can never be copied even if he has two hands. If he doesn’t say it a hundred times, he will have to copy it for seven or eight days!!

"No, can you copy it again in two days? The envoy of Donglin will come tomorrow. I will definitely see me. Then..."

Mu Jiuqing raised his eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly, and sneered, "Why, your wings are hard so quickly? I feel that when the envoy from Donglin arrived in Xichu, you have a backer. Do you dare not listen to this princess?"

Her eyes were extremely cold, Feng Mingjue frowned, and he was also full of hatred. He did nothing, why did he hate him so much!

He felt a little upset and felt that she was secretly suppressing the anger that was about to burst out. If she angered her again, she would definitely take action or throw him out directly.

"Qinger..."

"Shut up!"

Mu Jiuqing scolded him a little irritable and coldly.

The boy's eyes were slightly deeper, his hands tightly grasping the Buddhist scriptures, and the vague veins could be seen on the back of his fair hands. He looked at the woman and took a deep breath and said, "Yes, Princess."

…

Mu Jiuqing glanced at the young man coldly, and felt upset for a moment, so he simply leaned on the imperial concubine's couch to sleep with her eyes closed, without seeing her eyes.

I woke up until the afternoon and evening when I got up and found that I was covered with a snow-green coat.

Looking up, I saw the young man wearing thin white clothes and copying Buddhist scriptures quickly at the desk.
Chapter completed!