My Empress is My Bad Girl

Yun Dai silently covered her eyes.

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at her: "Are you not afraid?"

Yun Dai looked at him through the fingers: "I'm afraid to keep this old pervert and continue to harm people."

Zhao Yuanjing sighed, "It's really dirty my master's hand to pack this kind of thing."

And I can only use my left hand, in case it is not clean, how disgusting.

There were rapid footsteps outside the door, and someone knocked on the door.

"Open the door! Jin Yiwei handles the case!"

Yun Dai opened her eyes.

Zhao Yuanjing said, "It's Xu Hu's voice."

Yun Dai was pleasantly surprised: "General Xu finally found it!"

She hurried to open the door.

It was Xu Hu, and many people followed.

Yun Dai thought they were all Jin Yiwei's guards, so she didn't care.

Seeing Xu Hu's tall and mighty figure, Yun Dai was almost moved to tears.

Her heart strained in the middle of the night was finally able to fall.

Xu Hu saw her standing upright, feeling a little relieved, and hurriedly saluted, and asked, "Little Master Yun, where is your Highness?"

"His Royal Highness is in the room, please come in, General Xu." Yun Dai hurriedly stepped aside.

Xu Hu didn't rush in, but moved aside and saluted behind him: "My lord, I found it."

"Ok."

A faint word, but full of power.

Zhao Shu walked in, swept his eyes on Yun Dai's face, and looked at Zhao Yuanjing in the room.

Zhao Yuanjing sat back on the bed and smiled: "Xu Hu, are you ashamed? You have to ask the emperor for help if you find someone."

Xu Hu lowered his hand: "His Royal Highness is in an accident, you deserve to die for the crime of low duty!"

Zhao Shu said, "Xiao Xu is going crazy, but you can talk coldly."

He walked up to Zhao Yuanjing and looked at him: "A few hooligans can hurt you, waste wood."

Zhao Yuanjing said: "Uncle Emperor, don't you have less injuries than me?"

"Is this the same thing? This king's wound was left on the battlefield!" Zhao Shu said, "Go back and practice my exercises! What's the matter with this old man on the ground?"

"Uncle Emperor came just right." Zhao Yuanjing threw the scissors to Zhao Shu, "castrate this old bastard."

"Eunified?" Zhao Shu looked back at Yun Dai, probably guessing something, and threw the scissors to Xu Hu. "This matter is left to you. This king will take them back to the palace first, so that the emperor will not worry. ."

Xu Hu hesitated and said, "Master, do you still need scissors for this little thing?"

Jin Yiwei has never used any method in handling the case, and his frightening name is not blown out.

Zhao Yuanjing said, "I haven't seen your Concubine Yun side still here? Waiting for us to go out."

He didn't want Yundai to witness this scene with her own eyes.

Two guards came up to help Zhao Yuanjing, and Yun Dai followed out.

A scream came from behind.

Yun Dai subconsciously wanted to turn her head.

"Nothing to look at." A deep and thick voice came from behind.

Yun Dai knew that it was the voice of Uncle Xiao Huang, so she resisted the thought of looking back and followed Zhao Yuanjing into the carriage.

She lifted the carriage curtain and saw Zhao Shu riding on a black horse in the gloomy dark night. The black cloak was silent and almost melted into the darkness.

This is an inexplicable fit with his name of killing god.

Back in the East Palace, the Emperor and Empress came to see the Prince in person.

The imperial physician said that although the wound was deep, there was no serious problem.

The queen sighed: "Even the prince dare to inflict harm. He is too brave and must be investigated."

The emperor said with a sullen face: "Take care of your wounds and don't delay your wedding. For the time being...you don't need to read the zhezi."

The queen said: "Yuan Jing, you don't have any caring people to take care of. I'll let someone pick some maids and send them over later."

Zhao Yuanjing said: "Thank you for your kindness, the empress. But no, I have a concubine Yun, and she will stay and take care of me."

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What is going on with the number of tickets getting less and less, what about the promise to be each other's little angels?