Chapter 1170 My Gentle Tyrant (52)

Ji Rong's dark eyes stared at Fu Yue almost without blinking, and her pale and slender hand stretched out in her direction, half-raised in the air.

"come over."

The thin lips open and close.

I can't hear the words joy or anger.

The surrounding palace maids were all frightened, and their faces were all earth-colored, with a look of despair that could not be concealed.

It's over, it's over.

Now the imperial concubines will definitely be punished, and they will certainly not escape death under His Majesty's wrath.

Fu Yue put her hand to her red lips and coughed slightly.

"Actually, this is all a misunderstanding."

After saying the first sentence, she fell into an eerie silence.

hiss.

Isn't this what a scumbag must say when he is caught raping?

Ji Rong took the initiative to walk towards Fu Yue and walked next to her. He glanced coldly at Yu Li next to him, and then in the calm eyes of the swordsman in black, he put his arms around Fu Yue's waist and declared The meaning of sovereignty is self-evident.

"Misunderstand?"

"Then Chu Chu, please explain, why does he appear here? Why does a man appear in the inner courtyard of the palace?"

Fu Yue narrowed her eyes: "..."

She felt that Ji Rong was drifting.

How dare you speak to her like this.

"Can you say that again?"

Fu Yue's knife whizzed towards Ji Rong.

The other party paused.

His tone was a little softer: "I'm just asking, why is he here?"

Fu Yue stared at him: "Tell me again in the same tone as before."

Ji Rong: "..."

Ji Rong: "I was wrong."

Admit your mistake honestly.

You can only be domineering for three seconds, and you will be frightened in seconds.

Yu Li, who was always paying attention to the two of them: "..."

Holding the sword, he silently looked at the sky.

The maids trembled: "..."

Things have changed?

Your Majesty, is he possessed by evil spirits?

Noticing the expressions of the maids, Fu Yue's eyelids twitched, and he waved his hand to let them all go down, so that if Ji Rong said anything else, they would be scared to death.

Only Fu Yue, Ji Rong, and Yu Li were left in the huge Weiyang Palace.

Ji Rong didn't wait to ask any more questions.

Fu Yue struck first.

She pointed to the square box on the table, her expression was indescribable, and the corners of her eyes were twitching.

"Ji Rong, don't you explain to me what this is?"

Ji Rong glanced at it.

"Concubine Shu's head."

He was a little confused and didn't understand why Fu Yue looked like he had eaten a fly.

Fu Yue: "You sent this thing so early in the morning to scare me? Are you itchy?"

Her fists clenched loudly.

Ji Rong said confidently: "Yesterday you were angry, but you didn't tell me why when I asked you. I later found out that it was this woman who made you angry. So I killed her and brought her head to you. You shouldn't are you happy?"

Fu Yue: "..."

Yu Li: "..."

Fu Yue pointed to herself in disbelief, and then to the head.

“I should be happy?????”

She may really not understand the tyrant's brain circuit.

Yu Li, who was standing aside with his sword in his arms, also figured out what was going on.

The expression on the black-clothed swordsman's face was hard to describe.

Yu Li lowered his eyes, looked at Fu Yue, and asked seriously: "Is there something wrong with him?"

Fu Yue nodded: "It should be."

Ji Rong: "...Do you think I am dead?"

Fu Yue had a headache and pushed away Ji Rong's hand holding her waist, and sat down aside, as if I want you to be quiet and don't disturb me.

As for Yu Li, he stared at Ji Rong for two seconds.

"Idiot."

The killer brother used foul language for the first time in his life.