The reborn son is vicious

Daxu Imperial Palace Royal Garden

The noon sun is already very dazzling. Although the imperial garden is full of towering ancient trees, it is not a pleasure to stand under a plum tree with sparse branches and leaves. There are only leaves and no flowers on the criss-crossed branches, which can't block the dazzling sunlight at all.

At a quarter of noon, Zhang Kang, the chief eunuch, looked up at the two people standing under the plum tree, and sighed secretly.

It's a big deal, your majesty, you can talk about it after lunch first, Concubine Xigui——no, Leng Zhaoyi is in your hands, and you won't run away, it's better than starving in the sun hungry OK.

Of course, these words can only be turned around in his shrewd mind a few times. With his 1 courage, Zhang Kang dare not touch the emperor's mold at this juncture.

"Leng Zhaoyi."

Murong Jing is tall and tall, with his hands behind his back. He is dressed in a bright yellow emperor's uniform under the scorching sun, which is extremely dazzling. His handsome face is as calm as jade, and there is no trace of anger at all, as if he just killed someone in Beiyuan. Yes, not like Murong Jing.

Leng Xi was originally in poor health, and was dragged by Murong Jing, standing here basking in the scorching sun for a quarter of an hour. At this time, he wished to stab the emperor next to him to death. When Murong Jing spoke suddenly, he acted as if he hadn't heard , still walking with eyes downcast.

"Leng Xi!" Murong Jing raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and raised his voice.

"What is the emperor's order?" Leng Xi's phoenix eyes rounded, and he reacted very quickly, but his tone implied a sense of impatience.

"What?" Murong Jing felt happy when he saw his pale face, and couldn't help squinting his eyes, and said happily, "Zhaoyi doesn't seem happy? Could it be that this is the only way to enjoy the flowers with me?" Are you—are you feeling unwell?"

If ordinary concubines heard the words of the emperor, they would probably be frightened and softened. You know, how many concubines twisted their handkerchiefs and looked forward to spending a good time with the emperor!

— unhappy?uncomfortable?Just kidding, don't die!

But Leng Xi, as if he couldn't hear the meaning behind Murong Jing's words, lightly raised his eyes, and said expressionlessly: "The emperor joked, how dare Leng Xi?"

Murong Jing immediately smiled lowly, and repeated playfully: "...how dare you?"

In the next second, he shot like lightning, grabbed Leng Xi's hand as quickly as an eagle's claw, and then moved towards his arms!

Otherwise!

Just when Murong Jing thought that the child would submit as obediently as before, Leng Xi clenched his fingers into a fist, his arms tensed, and the tangled hands of the two froze in mid-air for an instant!

Murong Jing was taken aback for a moment, but Leng Xi's face remained unchanged, and he took advantage of the situation and shook his hand viciously!

"Presumptuous!" The sudden feeling of falling made Murong Jing's expression change!

It's not to say how painful this tugging is, but that Murong Jing couldn't figure it out even if he tried his best. Leng Xi, a lowly bastard, dared to reject Murong Jing!

So he was furious after being shocked, the king's instinct ordered him to fly up with his kick, it seemed that he wanted to kick Leng Xi hard!

"Emperor, Your Majesty!" Zhang Kang watched from behind, and couldn't help calling out—Murong Jing received the guidance of a top martial artist since he was a child, and his skills are natural, while Leng Xi has a thin body. Feet, I'm afraid it's almost the same if you don't die!

But as soon as Zhang Kang opened his mouth, he immediately swallowed the words obediently - the king wanted the minister to die, and the minister had to die, let alone a concubine with a sensitive identity!

It's a pity that at this moment of lightning and flint, Leng Xi retreated a few steps as if he was prepared, and simply knelt down on the ground, bowed down, barely avoiding the long legs raised by Murong Jing, and That waterfall-like long hair was swept away by the sudden breeze, like inkstones dizzy, slid over his thin shoulders and flowed all over the ground.

"The emperor calm down!" Leng Xi had a humble posture and a submissive tone, but unfortunately his brows and eyes were downcast, and no one could see his expression at the moment.

Murong Jing's blow was unsuccessful, and he was furious at first, but when he suddenly looked at Leng Xi who was kneeling on the ground, he suddenly stopped being angry and laughed instead.

For a moment, in the huge courtyard, only Murong Jing's strange laughter could be heard.

"Okay, okay! Leng Xi! You are so kind! It's really... It's been a long time since I met such an interesting little thing!"

Murong Jing turned his head sideways, glanced at Zhang Kang who was trying to pretend to be transparent behind, and said with a smile: "Zhang Kang, what do you think? Is my Zhaoyi very interesting?"

Where did Zhang Kang dare to say anything, he wished he was deaf, but Leng Xi didn't rush, and even continued in a flat tone, "The emperor's praise", as if he wasn't worried at all about Murong Jing's fury in the next second, and he would tear him up with his bare hands!

"Raise your head", Murong Jing smiled to himself for a while and stopped smiling. He squinted his eyes, and a trace of coldness slowly appeared in his eagle eyes.

Leng Xi cooperated this time, raised his head unhurriedly, and met the majestic eyes of the emperor without fear.

"Look, concubine!" Murong Jing stooped to bend down, his slender and powerful hands caught Leng Xi's pointed chin, and he twisted towards the plum tree, "Does it look good?"

Murong Jing's hand strength has always been strong, and his strength under uncertain conditions, not to mention cutting off Leng Xi's jaw, is simply crushing half of his delicate face!

"Pretty", but Leng Xi just lowered his eyes as if he couldn't feel the pain. If his jaw hadn't been pinched and turned red, anyone who looked at it would think it was a picture of a beautiful talent.

"The emperor thinks it looks good, then it looks good."

What he said was as respectful as he wanted, but Murong Jing let out a noncommittal sneer, and the strength of his hand did not weaken at all, "So, let me appreciate Zhaoyi!"

After he finished speaking, he rubbed his bony fingers on Leng Xi's chin a few more times, then slowly straightened up, his eyes fixed on Leng Xi's body, the eyes were not terrifying, but rather evil and tormenting meaning.

The plum garden was very quiet for a while, and the emperor was standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the child kneeling on the ground with unclear eyes.

Looking at it from Murong Jing's angle, one could clearly see his long, black and dense eyelashes fluttering like a small fan, making one's heart itch.

Murong Jing stared intently at this for a long time, and suddenly felt relieved again. The scorching sun shone on the two of them. Murong Jing looked away, looked up at the plum tree, and then smiled and said: "My plum blossom Tu, what does Aifei think?"

"Tianzi's calligraphy is unique in terms of material selection, brushwork, form and spirit, and ink application. No one can compare with it. It can be regarded as a peerless work."

These words were completely flattering and perfunctory, but fortunately Murong Jing didn't know what he was thinking, and didn't care too much, and continued: "Then, what poem did Aifei write on it?"

Leng Xi sneered inwardly—as expected, Murong Jing detoured for a long time, and finally got to the point!very good!

"Leng Xi is not talented, and his poetic accomplishments are mediocre, that poem..." He paused as he spoke, with an embarrassed look on his face.

Murong Jing just smiled slightly when he heard the words, waved his hands and said: "It's okay, let's talk about it, concubine Ai, it doesn't matter if you don't do well, just put your heart into it."

Leng Xi bowed his head to thank him, and replied calmly: "Why are you afraid of snow and frost invasion, and the dark fragrance is exquisite and icy heart. It's not because of bees and butterflies, it's just waiting for a proud bosom friend."

This poem is very ordinary, and there is nothing brilliant about it. It can only be said that the confrontation is neat and tidy, and the praise of plum blossoms is only at the level of ordinary people. Sing an empty city plan.

For a while, even the interest that was brought up by Leng Xi disappeared by more than half.

The day was like a wheel, and it was almost past lunch time in the blink of an eye. Murong Jing suddenly felt that the sun was so glaring, he lowered his eyes to look at Leng Xi who was kneeling on the ground submissively, and said impatiently to Zhang Kang: "Go, drive back palace."

He turned around, looked forward without hesitation, and followed casually: "As for Leng Zhaoyi, just keep kneeling."

A mighty group of people hugged Murong Jing and left, but they didn't see that Leng Xi who was kneeling on the ground, his pair of phoenix eyes that had been silent all this time, gradually brightened up, and the corners of his flat mouth curled up, forming a line of unknown meaning. The smile is like a cunning fox finally revealing its tail.

After a long time, Leng Xi raised his hand, and calmly instructed Yan Ran who was kneeling beside him, "Help me up, let's go back to the palace."

"Ah?" Yan Ran was startled, her eyes widened, and she couldn't believe it: "But, but this..."

"Don't be afraid", Leng Xi tilted his head, his eyes became more and more bright, he tanned slightly, and said meaningfully: "Murong Jing won't have the intention to pursue me - later, there will be some good shows... "

……

Daxu Guangming Hall

"Let's talk." Murong Jing put his hands on his forehead, looked sideways at the big inner guard who was kneeling on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "Where did Concubine Xian go today?"

The guard knew that the emperor was not hesitant when he heard it, so he hurriedly repeated what he had investigated.

"So", Murong Jing frowned, and said in displeasure, "Concubine Xian didn't see Leng Xi after going to the Emerald Palace in the morning, so she went back to the palace? Didn't she go out after that?"

"Yes, the third prince seems to be crying again. The concubine Xian has been coaxing the third prince in the palace since then, and has not met anyone."

"Who can testify?"

"The palace servants of the Liuli Palace and the Imperial Garden can all testify."

This can definitely prove that Yun Zhaoyi is lying and deliberately framing Concubine Xian.

However, Murong Jing frowned, as if he was still thinking about something.

For some reason, he always feels that today's matter will not be so simple. Although Yun Zhaoyi is a bit arrogant, but she has lived in the palace for half a year, and she can never be too stupid - so stupid that she dares to speak wild words when she is dying , framing the innocent.

Concubine Xian...Murong Jing's eagle eyes dimmed—at least in today's matter, Concubine Xian will not be a clean and innocent person!

"emperor?"

Seeing Murongjing's uncertain face, Zhang Kang felt a little apprehensive—Yun Zhaoyi was still locked up in the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and he was afraid that a decree would be drafted to convict him right now.

"Zhang Kang", Murong Jing came back to his senses, pointed to the dragon case, and ordered in a cold voice: "Go to the imitation, you know what to say, as for the punishment, I think Yun Zhaoyi will accompany me for half a year, then I will punish you." Bar!"

Freshen up!

Zhang Kang trembled, tried to suppress the horror in his heart, and quickly knelt down to receive the order.

"Zhang Kang", Murong Jing saw that Zhang Kang had finished drafting the imperial edict, and leaned lazily on the dragon chair, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, "Go and bring Concubine Xian here, I have something to ask her."

……

When Concubine Xian saw Murong Jing, he was leisurely standing in front of the screen of mountains and rivers in Guangming Palace with his hands behind his hands.

"The concubine pays respects to the emperor, and the emperor is blessed."

"Aifei, get up." Murong Jing didn't turn around, his eagle eyes stayed on the screen without blinking, as if a flower had bloomed on it.

Concubine Xian is not afraid on the way here. She has always been thoughtful and calm, and there are many hidden threads in the harem. Today's matter has been handled by her without any leaks. She is not worried about anything!

However, when she saw the emperor with his hands behind her back, her heart suddenly trembled—what's going on?Does the emperor know something?

Impossible, how is this possible?

"Love Concubine", Xian Concubine was still thinking wildly, but Murong Jing said lightly again, "How is Lin'er?"

"Ah..." Concubine Xian was stunned, she quickly collected her emotions, and said calmly: "It's much better now, the whole morning has been noisy, but the concubine is worried, there is nothing serious at all, the emperor can rest assured."

Murong Jing nodded, with a hint of a smile in his tone, and said: "Ai Fei has worked hard, Lin'er has always been a fussy kid since he was a child, I really don't know who he followed..."

Concubine Xian couldn't guess what the emperor meant for a while, so she could only laugh along with her.

She didn't think that Murong Jing summoned her here in a hurry to play a role of fatherly kindness and filial piety. You must know that the protagonists of today's incident-one is locked up in a prison, and his life and death are unknown; What about the wind!

"Aifei", as expected, Murong Jing paused, and slowly said: "Tell me, what poem did Leng Xi inscribe on my plum blossom picture?"

As soon as he said this, not to mention Concubine Xian was stunned, even Zhang Kang who was waiting by the side twitched his eyelids.

"What?" Murong Jing saw that Xianfei didn't respond for a long time, so he couldn't help but frowned, and said displeasedly: "My beloved concubine won't forget so soon, right? I don't think my Xianfei is such a forgetful person."

"Your Majesty", although the concubine Xian could not understand Murong Jing's thoughts, she could only tell the truth, "I went back and looked at it. It may be that Xi Guifei was young and in a hurry, and didn't inscribe anything on your calligraphy." poetry."

Murong Jing's expression changed, he suddenly turned around, and said sharply!

"He didn't write a poem?!"

[The torture of grooming, yes, brother is such a person, a person whose skin is itchy if he doesn't write about torture!Proud face Y^o^Y]

Author's gossip: Thank you for your support, okay!