Quick time villain is sweet and wild

Chapter 319 Jun is sick (33)

Qi Cong tightened his grip on the sandalwood beads, but he only panicked for a moment.

Asking Eunuch Peng behind him to step back, Qi Cong narrowed his eyes to look at the little girl, his cold eyes seemed to fluctuate slightly, "Come to celebrate your birthday."

The man is concise and to the point, with a deep and pleasant voice.

Rong Huang's apricot eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile appeared in his clean and clear eyes, "embracing" Yue Ze.

"His Majesty!"

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

Qi Cong's breath stopped, and when he turned around, he saw Marquis Ding Guo who was walking towards him quickly.

While Marquis Dingguo was striding towards Qi Cong, he was still chanting words in a loud voice, "Your Majesty, Liu'er must have been framed, please forgive me!"

Qi Cong can't wait to kill Ding Guohou with a knife now, when is it not good to come, it has to be this time?
The knuckles of Qi Cong's hand, which was behind him, turned white, and there was a hint of hostility in his handsome and serious eyes.

The approaching Marquis Dingguo could see clearly, his heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Ronghuang behind Qi Cong on the right.

Marquis Dingguo has been in the court for many years, and he has already developed a smooth and shrewd heart, and he recognized Ronghuang's identity at a glance.

Hastily stepped forward, bowed and saluted, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Imperial Concubine."

Qi Cong could feel the little girl's murderous gaze on his back, making his scalp numb.

Qi Cong's jaw line was tense, and he turned around slowly.

There was no trace of anger on Rong Huang's pale face, he was even smiling, his ruddy lips raised, "Your Majesty?"

Qi Cong: "." This is a smile from extreme anger, right?
His Majesty the Tyrant expressed a little panic, but he was still able to hold on.

Marquis Dingguo sensed the strange aura between the two, secretly glanced at Qi Cong, then at the imperial concubine.

Something is not quite right.

How about slipping first?

Marquis Dingguo was hesitating, when a young man ran over, "Your Majesty is not well, the old lady has passed out!"

Hou Dingguo was worried about what excuse he was looking for to leave, so he bowed after hearing this, "Your Majesty, I will take my leave first."

Qi Cong didn't give him a single look, but a pair of amber phoenix eyes locked on Rong Huang's body, focused and viscous.

Ding Guohou left quietly.

Seeing Qi Cong staring at him for a moment, as if wanting to see a flower, Rong Huang almost couldn't help but jumped up and beat him hard.

No wonder he seemed to have done something wrong before, he hesitated to speak as soon as they met, and dared not say what he wanted to say.

He was so capable that he even dared to deceive her.

He is no longer the sick Feng who washed jiojio for her back then.

Rong Huang clenched her fists tightly, raised her chin to look at Qi Cong, and gritted her teeth while speaking, "Your Majesty? Your Majesty?!"

It looks like one on the verge of rage. Oh no, it's Godzilla about to go berserk.

Qi Cong's Adam's apple rolled, and he spit out the word "um" after a while.

Holding the hem of the skirt with two small paws, Rong Huang rushed to Qi Cong angrily, and widened his eyes, "Is it fun to lie to me?"

Qi Cong pursed his lower lip, "I didn't mean to lie to you."

Rong Huang's almond eyes were full of water, and he was angry, "If I didn't find out today, when are you going to confess to me?"

Qi Cong saw Rong Huang's chest heaving with anger, lowered his head and said softly, "I'm going to tell you when I see you for the second time."

Rong Huang knew how dark Feng's sick heart was, she would believe him only when there were two suns in the sky.

Ignoring his weakness, Rong Huang asked, "Then why didn't you say anything?"

"I'm afraid that you will be afraid of me and stay away from me after you know my identity." Qi Cong's voice was deep, filled with anxiety.

Abandoned when he was young, he entered the palace at the age of ten to taste the warmth and coldness of the world.

The world feared his reputation as a tyrant.

He grabbed a ray of light, not wanting her to slip through his fingers one day.

　Tyrant's Little Diary: Today is sunny, Nuomi Duanzi knows my identity, and wants to cry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)