The First Thousand Six Hundred and Forty-Nine Chapters Domineering Female Emperor vs Calamitous Minister (9)
At the risk of being disrespectful, he raised his head and glanced at the young empress aloof.
The emperor's noble and awe-inspiring eyebrows, dark eyes...
A purple brocade robe was worn rigorously and neatly on the body, and the green phoenix at the sleeves was lifelike, ready to fly.
Indifferent, luxurious, aloof.
That is……
King.
It was just a glance, but it made Liu Jing tremble, her body began to chill subconsciously, and she lowered her eyebrows almost embarrassedly.
Liu Jing bit her lip, restraining her anxiety and panic, and lowered her body lower, sticking to the icy obsidian board, and said tremblingly, "I ask myself, treat Your Majesty with all my heart, why is Your Majesty, why do you want to be a slave? abandon?"
"Ah……"
"So," Ranbai curled her lips, she leaned over slightly and looked at the lower man on the floor with his head lowered, smiling wickedly, like a witch, wickedly: "You are here, question me. ?"
In the low and extravagant palace, the lights and shadows swayed alternately, and there was no one around. This huge palace actually gave people a sense of cold depression.
The Empress's voice was particularly clear in this empty and luxurious palace, hitting Liu Jing's eardrum word by word.
"Slave dare not." Liu Jing's body trembled fiercely, and she absolutely did not dare to admit the crime of disrespect.
To question an emperor, how dare he?
He couldn't believe it.
How could the empress, who had no opinion on him before, become like a devil in the blink of an eye.
Noble, powerful, contemptuous.
like a true king.
Ranbai sneered lazily, she lowered her eyes indifferently, loosened her collar, and said in a low voice, "Go away."
This time,
Liu Jing no longer dared to look up to see the face of the emperor, nor did she have the time or mind to think about the changes of the young empress, but her face was as white as paper, and she walked out of the palace in a humble and embarrassed manner.
Fengluo couldn't help but let out a hiss.
This guy is unlucky too.
Directly bumped into the host who was in a bad mood.
If it was before, maybe the host would still play with great interest, but now——
Feng Luo looked at the woman with indifferent brows under the lamp, and left silently and mellow.
Liu Jing hurried back to her palace all the way, holding up her skirt, no longer worried about her image.
When the palace servant saw this scene, he was startled and hurried forward: "Liu Shijun, what's wrong with you?"
Only then did Liu Jing come back to her senses, and her dazed brain gradually began to wake up. He bit his lip, how dare he tell what happened in the emperor's palace, so he said perfunctorily, "It's nothing."
The attendant didn't dare to ask any more questions, but just lowered his eyebrows and said in a pleasing tone, "Sir, I'll help you go back to your room."
in his own bedroom,
Liu Jing immediately drove all the attendants out, just saying that she was not feeling well and didn't want anyone to disturb her.
After everyone is out,
Liu Jing was relieved and sat down on the soft couch.
The scenes in the emperor's palace played back in Liu Jing's mind.
The empress's dignified eyebrows, the arrogance who reigns over the world...
Everything is so out of reach.
Contrary to the past, one could even say two extreme differences.
This is not realistic.
Liu Jing bit her lip.
What happened in between? Cause a person to change so much?
In March, Liu Jing did not dare to pretend that he knew all about dyeing white, but he thought he knew most of the empress's preferences.
Now the Prime Minister of the Dynasty has the power to rule the government and the opposition, and the family is arbitrary.
The female emperor who was forcibly supported has a weak temperament and no opinion.
how can...
So strong.
Liu Jing thought about it for a while, took out the paper money, raised her eyebrows, and wrote a few strokes on it.
After folding the paper and hiding it on the sleeve, Liu Jing walked straight out of the palace.