MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 52 Indifferent male X scheming female (six)

An old official in the North Korea never expected that the emperor would become so close to Cen Simiao. More than half of the ten days were nights spent with her. The Prime Minister has long been overjoyed, and his gloom has changed. Now when he is facing up, he is all proud of his eyebrows.

The dissatisfaction of other courtiers deepened.

Fu Xuan listened to their words with great care, raised his eyes and looked at them, and agreed with the head, and the old minister was happy, waiting for Fu Xuan to promise not to go to Cen Simiao, but he heard: "You all have to say, I know everything, go back. "

His expression was mild, but his attitude was extremely cold.

The old minister came with a temper, his lips trembled, and his gray beard shrugged: "I already had a jackal lying in front of me, and now a demon girl is hiding in the harem, really ..."

Fu Xuan clings to the tea cup, his expression freezes, he suddenly replays the cup, and his speech is suddenly interrupted.

No one dared to speak.

Cen Simiao was really tired these two days. Can't wait to sleep in bed all the time. She leaned on the couch and looked at Li Yun sneaking in.

He was not badly injured and limped.

His face was full of excitement: "What you said is true. After that, you were promoted. Some of the military power that the emperor thought back was also given to me."

Cen Simiao yawned and responded.

Li Yun still kept talking, and in the end he could always turn over to Miss Meng's body: "When can I see him?"

She lifted her eyes, "Drag the prime minister, wouldn't it be?"

Li Yun bowed his head, his official hat slipped a little, and his sad expression was ridiculous: "You have knocked your father down, is it good?"

She didn't say a word.

Overhearing the **** shouting outside, Fu Xuan actually came here, the sun was shining, and he should always be looking at discounts. Li Yun suddenly panicked. Now that the board is not good enough for him, he will be caught again this time, for fear of losing his life.

Hidden in a panic in the closet.

As soon as Fu Xuan came in, he frowned. Cen Simiao bent his eyes and poured tea for him, but didn't inquire about anything, but persuaded softly.

He took a sip of hot tea, and his expression remained uneasy. Only then did he notice that no one in the temple was waiting: "Where have you been sent to?"

Her eyes were a little uncomfortable: "The ministers are very unconscious every day, afraid that the minions would make jokes and send them out to stay."

Fu Xuanzhang laughed.

Cen Simiao frowned: "Emperor."

The two were making a noise, and suddenly heard a strange noise, Cen Simiao had penetrated into his arms, and the arm around his waist was tightened suddenly, and he was especially vigilant when he looked in the hall.

She lowered her eyelashes and hugged Fu Xuan's waist, her voice was a little scared: "Emperor, what is this?"

Fu Xuan didn't answer her, and wanted to get up to find him, but Cen Simiao was holding her special. When she looked down, she looked pale. Cen Simiao suddenly felt a flower in front of her, and was hugged horizontally. He had already stood up.

Footsteps were subtle.

Closer and closer to the wardrobe where Li Yun was hiding.

Cen Simiao bit her tongue, leaning her head on his chest, and suddenly chuckled. Fu Xuan frowned closer and closer, and gave her a fist.

Suddenly wet eyes: "It hurts."

Fu Xuan: "Close your mouth."

She pinched his nose around his neck: "The immense palace is heavily guarded. Who are you afraid of hiding?"

Still moving forward.

Cen Simiao softened her voice: "I have been with the emperor for a while, but I still can't play it?"

Struggling.

Fu Xuan kicked very seriously, and her reaction was particularly agile. She instantly restrained her, and her arm became red. She had red eyes and had already come down from his arms, making a few noises.

There are only three steps left from the closet.

He was a little irritable: "You go out ..."

Suddenly Wen Xiang nephrite pounced on her arms, Cen Smiao's rare waywardness, kissed him directly, and put a hand on his waist to blame. These days, the two of them know each other especially well.

Suddenly shortness of breath.

Fu Xuan still couldn't rest assured that she was about to push her away, but she heard her ears breathing warmly: "Last night, your uncle's uncle's waist still hurts."

The scene on the bed emerged instantly.

The two were kissing fiercely, and the closet door opened, crumbling. Cen Simiao glanced, and happened to see the sleeve disappear into the side door.

Going back to kiss him again, Fu Xuanzheng is staring at the place where Cen Smiao just looked.

She panicked and was about to speak, but felt a heavy lip and kissed harder.

One month later, Fu Xuan had never been here again. Cen Simiao rubbed her forehead and looked at her favorability, thinking that it should not be caused by her death.

It didn't drop at all, but it grew by 10%.

The news from Li Yun said that Fu Xuan was secretly setting up the prime minister, which is particularly difficult. If this time succeeds, the prime minister is afraid that he must be raised for a while before he can ease over.

Cen Simiao knows this. In the original world, Li Yun and the prime minister were complicity, and the partnership will count, but Fu Xuan will be pitted.

Recently, the Prime Minister's Office has not sent anyone to listen to the news for a long time, and even she has been out of favor recently.

Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows. It would be a pity if Fu Xuan's troops were given to the Prime Minister's forces.

The events in the chapel became more and more noisy, and even the harem was affected. The concubines were not unhappy at this time. The weakened power of the Prime Minister's Office has spread, and Cen Simiao's fall from grace was enough to make them happy for the first half of the year.

Cen Simiao looked at the secret report sent and bent her eyes.

Li Yun now has a lot of troops, given by the Prime Minister's Office, and added by the emperor. Now if he starts, it is estimated that he can fight.

The courtiers were almost the same. They all thought that Li Yun was going to rebel, and he didn't say anything when he took refuge. Li Yun panicked and went to Cen Simiao to complain.

"I just want to marry a daughter-in-law and live a solid life. What kind of emperor? After this happened, they found that I ran away, can you spare me?"

Cen Simiao held half of the jade pendant representing the military power in her hand and played for a while: "You don't run, do you want to wait for me to kill you?"

Li Yun froze and gave her a glance. Cen Simiao was wearing a veil and leaning lazily on the couch with a sleepy eyebrow.

"Where do you want to sit?"

Cen Simiao frowned.

Within a few days, the Prime Minister's strength was so badly wounded that the Prime Minister was lying at home and embracing him, and the emperor's power had grown. Cen Simiao didn't go out in the temple, but she was still approached. The harem Yingying Yanyan, wearing gorgeous clothes, stood there with a good eye.

That is to say, it can kill popularity.

Cen Simiao was annoying and didn't give them a good look. A few people turned their strength, and said more and more exaggeratedly, even with the spoiled for so long, even the children did not conceive, they all spoke out.

She lowered her eyelashes, yawned, and let the people drop off. They sat down but still.

Cen Simiao raised her hand and took the herbal tea and poured it.

Suddenly shouted.

In Fu Xuan's palace, a large concubine kneeled, all crying. He looked at the memorial carelessly, and after a few sounds, sent them away. The concubines were unconvinced and called a grievance.

He raised his eyes: "You know exactly what you think. But she is still your concubine, the daughter of the prime minister, remember this."

Immediately quiet, there was still one who wanted to talk, and was dragged by others.

In the evening, Fu Xuan went to Cen Simiao and looked at the closet, quietly.

The spy should be gone.

She hadn't been here for a long time, and she became much colder, looking at his eyes, mixed with a little bit of resentment. Fu Xuan stared at her for a while, sitting on the opposite couch, and Cen Simiao got up and stood aside.

He suddenly smiled: "Now you know how to hate? Who said on the body that day, all people in this world are stingy, and no one can take it."

Cen Simiao was silent.

Fu Xuan glanced at her, still low in voice, and said a word, like a feather, as if scratching Cen Simiao. She lifted her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Resentment has long been covered by affection.

His heart trembled.

Cen Simiao's response was not as enthusiastic as before, and it was a bit cold, and Fu Xuan couldn't help but provoke her, seeing her as usual, cheeks flushing and shortness of breath.

It's almost like going crazy.

The first time I missed early. The courtiers in the hall whispered. The original Fu Xuan's attitude had long been dissatisfied, but he later restrained the prime minister, thinking that it was a useful strategy to relax people's vigilance.

But at the moment, it's a critical moment.

Fu Xuan was very upset when she was wearing clothes. Cen Simiao fastened him with a button. He moved a little slowly and was pushed away. He came impatiently.

Cen Simiao talked to him, and Fu Xuan was mixed with anger.

Before leaving, she stood behind her with a grievance in her voice and a trace of sadness: "The emperor."

Fu Xuan froze with a cold back, and took a few more steps. She lowered her head and did not shout anymore, but heard: "Have a good rest."

He turned around, showing pity between his eyebrows, but showing the meaning of trying to break free.

Cen Simiao rubbed her ears and laughed slightly. Sure enough, Fu Xuan didn't come to her again, Cen Simiao climbed down the pole and waited directly outside his temple.

I don't see it every time, and waited an hour before I was called in.

Later it slowly became only half an hour.

This time happened to meet a minister who also saw the emperor, and Cen Simiao was standing side by side, but heard that the man was involved with the eunuch.

They talked to the sorceress of the evil country.

Cen Simiao opened her eyes and listened for a while. The minister's growing indignation yelled at her. Cen Simiao glanced at the door of the palace, pondering a little louder voice, which should be heard inside.

He tilted his head and drew a corner of his mouth: "Since the ancient dynasty, it has been inseparable from a woman. Is it possible that a woman is more powerful than the dignitaries standing on the court every day?"

"That minister would advise you to go home, anyway, even if you figure out how to govern the court, it will be destroyed by a woman."

There was an instant pale face, and there was a loud noise outside the hall.

All called by Fu Xuan.

The old minister repeatedly said that Cen Simao was ignorant of rudeness, and she did not punish her. Fu Xuan looked at Cen Simiao, she was not convinced.

I couldn't help bending her lips and concealed: "She was raised in a deep girl since she was a child. When she grows up, she enters the harem. She has a more delicate temperament, so why bother with her."

The courtier was particularly shocked: "The emperor, even if wayward, should know such words ..."

Fu Xuan sank her face: "She just doesn't know, can't she?"

The minister pressed his lips tightly, stared at Cen Simao, and looked at Fu Xuan again: "Emperor, don't forget the emperor."

After saying so, he resigned.

After a while, Cen Simiao was already lying in his arms, the fat powder fragrance on her body was especially charming, and he murmured to him with a soft voice. Fu Xuan was absent-minded, the window in the temple opened, the cool wind blew in, and the hot head calmed down.

He looked at Cen Simiao, rubbing his shoulders, and suddenly the cold frown showed.

Thinking of the recent events, the man in his arms clutched his chest, and saw the messy memorials on the ground, the clothes scattered on the book case.

This is absurd.

The next day, it was already late at night. Fu Xuan was holding a book in the hall. He suddenly heard the eaves ring, his eyes changed, and he sat upright. After a while, there was a man kneeling in the hall, wearing a night clothes.

"What does the emperor command?"

Fu Xuan clenched her fist, and half-opened her mouth. The man couldn't help raising his eyes, but saw his eyes look terrible and his face ugly.

"To kill someone, remember to spy in the Prime Minister's Mansion."

The man held his breath and waited for his name to be heard, and after waiting for a long time, he still didn't hear it.

Just ready to ask.

"Hui Fei." Prime Minister's daughter.