Chapter 321 Jun Is Sick (35)

Mrs. Chen couldn't swallow this breath, and stared back.

Kong Yingying stood in an inconspicuous place, watching Qi Cong's back disappear at the end of the bamboo forest.

"Yingying, don't take it to heart." Seeing that Kong Yingying was staring closely at one direction and knew what she was looking at, her friend couldn't help but comfort her.

Kong Yingying paused, then looked at her friend with a smile, as if she really didn't care.

"I'm fine, I'm just envious of the imperial concubine."

"Yingying, you are so kind, I believe you will become the Empress Empress." The friend whispered flatteringly in Kong Yingying's ear.

Kong Yingying raised her lips, but there was thought in her eyes.

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Jinning Palace

All the palace guards guarding the door lowered their heads, not daring to vent their breath.

A man in a black dragon robe stood at the gate of the hall, facing the direction of the gate.

like a statue.

Like a silent statue.

Eunuch Peng, who was waiting at the far side, was in a complicated mood.

Originally, His Majesty was the biggest person in this palace, but now... it seems that there is a replacement.

Dare to shut your majesty out, the imperial concubine is really a heroine, a heroine!

Qi Cong casually fiddled with the sandalwood beads, his amber eyes were deep.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the slight sound of the sandalwood prayer beads hit the hearts of the palace people.

Qi Cong took a step forward and stood still in front of the palace gate.

Just when the palace people thought that the tyrant was finally going to punish the imperial concubine, the tyrant squatted down unhurriedly.

Eunuch Peng & Palace Man: "???"

The tyrant took out a stack of square handkerchiefs from his wide sleeves, and opened them by pinching the four corners.

Inside the handkerchief were a few long and thin pieces of paper.

Qi Cong flipped through one by one, finally chose one, shook it, and then stuffed it through the crack of the door without changing his face.

Qi Cong held the handkerchief in one hand, slowly raised his hand, and lightly knocked on the door of the palace with his distinct joints.

The movements are light and graceful, but the words spoken are quite different from the previous style of acting.

"Huanghuang, I was wrong."

"..."

"You're right, I'm just afraid you'll hit me."

"..."

"This is the last time and it will never happen again."

"..."

"So don't be angry, okay?"

"..."

After uttering four sentences in a row, Qi Cong seemed not to notice the sudden changes in the faces of the palace people, so he chose a note again and stuffed it into the crack of the door.

Not stuffing it in once, Qi Cong stretched out a finger and poked it.

The note went in.

After a while, seeing that there was still no movement in the hall, Qi Cong didn't give up and stuffed another card in.

Knocking his fingers lightly, the young emperor's voice was low and his slender eyelashes were slightly retracted, "Let me in, huh?"

Standing in the hall, Rong Huang was holding three pieces of paper in his hand: I don't want to listen to bastard's chanting.

Rong Huang didn't expect that Feng Bing could write love poems one day.

Well, well written.

Rong Huang couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Although Feng Bingbing lied to the king, but the king still said in front of his face that he would kill him.

Is it equal to two?

Rong Huang bit her hand, with a troubled expression on her face.

"Forget it, forget it." Rong Huang whimpered and turned around and climbed onto the imperial concubine's couch, then took out a small pouch and stuffed three small notes into it.

She didn't put it away because it was written by Feng Bingbing, but she just thought the poem on it was well written.

Just as the note was stuffed in and the purse hadn't been confiscated, there was a light sound from the window not far behind Rong Huang.

Rong Huang immediately turned around, and saw the tyrant who had climbed up the window and was about to jump down.