Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 267 Young Master's Body is Delicate and Soft, Not Easy to Push Down (34)

Bei'er's eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, he stretched out his arm and grabbed the hand of the royal lady, the hand that was about to fall on Sikong Zhao's face, and pushed back hard, directly pushing him down on the cobbled path .

An extremely glamorous face was as cold as ice, squatting down and patting his face lightly with his hands, his voice was like a ghost, "Who gave you the courage to dare to touch your highness?"

Seeing the imperial husband who fell on the ground, the fourth prince hurried forward to help him, and said angrily: "Dugu Bei'er, since you dare to push my father, you are so arrogant and domineering, maybe my father is your elder. The prince is going to report to the queen mother and punish you for your crime."

Bei'er gritted her back teeth and let out a "tsk", now what kind of cat or dog is really looking for a sense of existence in front of her.

Standing up and walking to Sikong Zhao's side, he held his hand, and looked at them with icy blue eyes, "Did my Highness tell you that it's okay to insult my Highness, but you dare not dare to insult your Highness?" If you want to touch His Highness's people, then you are tired of work, Lingyue will serve His Highness the two well, if they still want to complain to the Queen Mother, then send them to the Hall of Mental Cultivation and let them 'complain'."

After speaking, he took Sikong Zhao and left.

Sikong Zhao looked at Bei'er, who was holding his hand, walking a little ahead with his cold moon-like eyes, and there was an inexplicable feeling deep in his heart.

Slightly restrained his expression, his eyelids drooped, covering the expression inside, making it difficult for people to see what he was thinking at the moment.

The residence of the Empress Dowager.

Bei'er sent Sikong Zhao back to Zhaoyun Courtyard, and she went to her study.

Sikong Zhao, who had just returned to the courtyard, was about to take a good rest when he heard Xue Fei say, "Master, Fangfu Min, Fangfu Xu and several other servants are here to pay their respects."

Sikong Zhao lay lazily reclining on the couch, his eyes were a little tired, and he was holding a white porcelain bottle in his hand. After playing with it for a while, a bit of surprise crept into his eyes when he heard Xue Fei's words. , slowly and softly said: "What are they here for?"

"My lord, you are the main chamber of His Highness the Empress Dowager, and their concubine and servants will definitely come to serve you tea. Only after you drink this cup of tea can they be regarded as His Majesty's people." Xue Fei said patiently in a gentle voice .

A trace of impatience appeared on Sikong Zhao's face. Although he was married to Bei'er, deep down in his heart he really hadn't accepted her. He really hated her harem, and wanted to get along with it quickly. How could he still drink? Tea for them.

Xue Fei saw that the master was unhappy, so he asked in a low voice, "Master, why don't I just say no?"

"Forget it, the left and right masters are no longer sleepy, let them come in."

after awhile.

A group of handsome men with different postures walked in.

When he came in, he greeted Sikong Zhao who was reclining on the couch.

"The concubine (concubine) pays respects to Mrs. Wang."

Sikong Zhao raised his eyelids slightly, and raised his hands lazily, "Well, get up."

Min Feiyue and the others raised their heads, stood up straight, and looked at the man in red clothes embroidered with gold silk, who was reclining on the golden nanmu soft bed. He had snow-white skin and a pair of cold moon-like eyes. His eyes glanced at them lightly, and his red lips, like a peony, curled into a slight smile, and a cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye accompanied his smile, becoming more and more seductive.

The man's towering and sexy Adam's apple rolled, and his voice fell slowly, "What are you doing at this gentleman's Zhaoyun Courtyard?"

There was a flash of light in Min Feiyue's cold and proud eyes. Hearing his words, just as he opened his lips, Xu Yixuan, who was behind him in a scarlet robe, with a charming appearance and a willow-like figure, robbed him of the words.

"Of course we came to Mrs. Wang to offer tea to you. Isn't His Highness here?"

When Si Kongzhao heard him ask Bei'er, his pretty eyebrows raised, and a burst of anger surged up, "Oh, Xu Fangfu is here to offer tea to me, or is he here to see His Highness?"

Xu Yixuan looked at him indifferently, and the anger in his chest because His Highness didn't favor him last night burned up again.

Obviously I am no worse than the weak Sikong Zhao in front of me, why he can get His Highness's favor, but I have to stay alone in the vacant room, obviously I am looking forward to it so much, she gave herself an unforgettable wedding night, it is all because of this man, he I'm in a hurry.

Min Feiyue looked at the person in front of her a little angry, and hurried out and said, "Of course we are here to offer tea to Mrs. Wang."

"But I'm not thirsty today, and I don't want to drink tea, how about another day?" Sikong Zhao was extremely irritable now, when a gust of wind blew, he lowered his head, "Ahem."

This voice became more and more clear in the current atmosphere.

Bei Er, who had been discussing with the generals in the study for three days before leaving, heard that Min Feiyue and the others had gone to buy tea for Si Kongzhao. She was afraid that the bloodthirsty man would suddenly start killing, so she hurriedly left. The study is back to Zhaoyun Courtyard.

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard his coughing, so he walked quickly to his side, and said with concern: "You are not in good health, you need to rest more, did you forget to take your medicine?"

Sikong Zhao's long black eyelashes trembled for a moment, his eyelids drooped, and his voice fell softly, "Well, I forgot."

Min Feiyue and Xu Yixuan saw that since they entered the Zhaoyun Courtyard in Beier, they went straight to Sikong Zhao's side. They looked at him with icy blue eyes worriedly, and their tone of concern was even more caring. Their eyes never fell on Sikong Zhao. on them.

This scene deeply hurt their hearts.

"Meet Your Highness."

Bei'er didn't turn her head to look at Min Feiyue and the others, but just said two words lightly, "Excuse me."

Min Feiyue has never known that since the most talented and glamorous Empress Dowager Highness of the Dayun Dynasty still has such a side, her pure gaze has always been on Sikong Zhao, and she has never opened it again.

Those cold and arrogant eyes were lowered, and the eyes were full of gloomy expressions, with a bit of self-deprecating thought.

It seems that there is no need for them to continue standing here.

So, he said in a gentle and deep voice, "Since Mrs. Wang is not feeling well, we will leave first."

Bei'er was taking Sikong Zhao's pulse when she suddenly heard a familiar voice. She turned her eyes and looked over, only to realize that it was the man who was Qingming Jiyue. I'm not feeling well, so I don't need to offer tea for now, let's try another day."

Then, Min Feiyue took Xu Yixuan's arm and walked out of Zhaoyun Courtyard with several other attendants.

After a while, Lingxing Xuefei and the others also retreated silently and left the room.

In the entire room, only Bei'er and Sikong Zhao were left.

Bei Er checked the pulse for Sikong Zhao, looked at the cold poison in his body, breaking through the barrier of the medicine little by little, and wanted to relapse, her icy blue eyes said angrily, "Why don't you take medicine?"

(End of this chapter)