After hearing what Feng Qingbao said, Shen Jue glanced at him with a smile.

Feng Qingbao was a little bit cold for some reason. For some reason, he always felt that Shen Jue's eyes were strange, but he couldn't tell how strange it was.

He sat in Shen Jue's room, quite a little fidgety.

However, Shen Jue ignored Feng Qingbao's careful thoughts. He poured himself a glass of water. He had no tea here, only cold boiled water. Shen Jue took a sip of the cool white and frowned. Because Qin Yuan hit him, he accidentally bit the tip of his tongue. Now the tip of his tongue is still injured, and it hurts even to drink cold water.

He slowly finished a glass of water, and saw that Feng Qingbao hadn't left yet, he couldn't help but squinted at him, "Why are you still here?"

Feng Qingbao let out a cry, stood up, "I'm leaving."

Feng Qingbao took two steps and turned around, "Be careful these few days, don't be fooled next time, I will definitely come to you personally when I look for you."

He knew that someone had borrowed from him to deceive Shen Jue this morning.

This Shen Jue is too cheated.

How can such a person mix in the palace?

Feng Qingbao was worried about Shen Jue as he walked out.

He thought all the way and came to a conclusion--

"Shen Jue is still too tender."

At the end, he nodded.

...

It took Shen Jue to recover from his injuries for a day before returning to serve him. Since his return, Murongxiu looked at him with complicated eyes, and then rewarded him with a lot of things. Although it is not a rare and exotic treasure, it is not only used by Shen Jue as a slave. Even Murong Xiu even rewarded Shen Jue with most of the fog tea he often drinks.

Wushui tea is only a few taels a year. After Murongxiu rewarded Wushui tea to Shen Jue, the tea in his palace was changed to another type of tea.

As soon as the regent tasted it, he noticed that the tea had been changed, and he couldn't help putting down the teacup, "Changed tea?"

Murongxiu used to keep a straight face in front of the regent, and this time was no exception, "Yeah."

"Last time I sent some people over, why did I drink it up?" The regent raised his eyebrows, "Your Majesty won't be rewarded with this tea, right?"

Murong shaved her face and didn't change her appearance.

At this time, there were only two of them in the hall. As soon as the regent came, he asked Murong Xiu to hold back the palace people and even closed the hall door.

Shen Jue was the last to quit. When he quit, he looked back at Murongxiu.

Worry was written in his eyes.

Murongxiu didn't want to show weakness in front of Shen Jue, so he turned his head away as if he hadn't seen it.

The regent smiled softly, he stood up, and walked gently to Murong Xiu. Feng's eyes were slightly raised, like a hunter looking for prey, and he fixed his eyes firmly on Murong Xiu. Murongxiu was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe at this time. He was slender and beautiful, so beautiful that he could hardly move his eyes.

At the beginning, the regent was not ready to help Murong Xiu in the upper ranks, but when he saw Murong Xiu at the first glance, he changed his mind and directly cut the second prince who was kneeling at his feet with a knife. Blood was splashing, and Murong Xiu's pretty little face was also stained with blood.

He thought that Murong Xiu would kneel on the ground with fear, but he knew he was like a peacock. He was obviously afraid, but he still raised his neck and raised his tail feathers, as if he was afraid that others would not see his beauty.

"It's beautiful," the regent murmured softly.

Now the peacock is still that peacock, but there is a dirty gray mouse beside him, and his peacock seems to be more and more fond of that little mouse recently.

This makes him a little unhappy.

...

Shen Jue stood outside the hall, standing with Feng Qingbao.

Opposite them stood the guards brought in by the regent. Those guards wore sabre arrogantly, but no one dared to ask them to take the sword.

Feng Qingbao looked at the gate of the confined palace with some concern. Every time the regent came, the emperor's mood was particularly bad that day. He sighed slightly, and then secretly glanced at Shen Jue who was standing by.

Shen Jue lowered his head and stared at the floor tiles under his feet dumbly.

This guy must be terrified, the regent just gave him a special look.

Feng Qingbao thought in his heart.

He was a little worried about Shen Jue.

Qin Yuan is the running dog of the regent. Qin Yuan is dead now, and the regent will not easily let Feng Qingbao go.

When Feng Qingbao was thinking about it, a voice suddenly came from the hall.

"Shen Jue, come in."

Feng Qingbao's body agitated. This was the voice of the regent. The regent actually knew Shen Jue's name, and Shen Jue... he was afraid this time, he would be too bad.

Feng Qingbao saw Shen Jue next to him move, and couldn't help pulling his sleeve.

Shen Jue paused slightly, glanced at Feng Qingbao in surprise, then curled his lower lip and pulled his sleeve back from his hand. Feng Qingbao was stunned. Why was Shen Jue's laughter inexplicably seductive?

He lowered his head hurriedly, he must have been fainted during this time.

Shen Jue didn't care about what Feng Qingbao was thinking, he lowered his eyebrows and entered the hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, Shen Jue found something wrong.

Because he heard the rubbing of clothes, the ambiguous voice, and Murong Xiu's faint voice.

It was like a sound from the clinging lips.

Shen Jue guessed what was going on in front of him, he wanted to laugh.

During his years as a ghost, I don't know how many scenes of love between Murong Xiu and the regent.

He suppressed the smile in his eyes and knelt directly on the ground. Shen Jue really didn't want to look, so he had to hook his head, if he could, he still wanted to cover his ears. Why should he watch and listen to such filthy things?

Murong Xiu caught a glimpse of Shen Jue's little figure, and the corners of his eyes were flushed with anger. He struggled with all his strength, but he couldn't break away from the shackles of the regent. He was trembling with anger, but couldn't utter a word. After the regent humiliated the beauty under him arbitrarily, he raised his head, and he reached out his hand to wipe the water from Murong Xiu's lips, and satisfactorily hugged him to his lap.

Murong Xiu gritted his teeth and couldn't stop shaking. He closed his eyes and set his eyes on Shen Jue who was kneeling on the ground.

He must have seen it.

The regent silently admired the beauty in his arms, and curled his lips when he saw that the beauty was killing the gray mouse.

For an emperor, it is really a shame to be seen by a slave in this humiliation.

The more the regent thought about it, the happier he was. He even said, "Shen Jue, come here."

Shen Jue blinked and crawled over obediently, but when he crawled over, his mind was a little far away. He suddenly remembered his senior brother, who was practicing together with him under the ancestor Chiyan. What senior brother loves most is to become a mortal and talk about love. At that time, he couldn't understand that love in the world was nothing but a lie, so why the brother should be so obsessed.

At that time, the brother shook his fan and said with a smile: "Dai Jue, don't you understand it? Talking about love is the most interesting thing in the world. Don't practice, and look outside."

Shen Jue snorted coldly, took the sword and left.

He didn't understand love. He didn't understand it now.

Why do people love?

Speaking of love, in fact, it is nothing more than satisfying one's desire.

Obviously greedy each other, but under the banner of love, finally occupy the other side.

If you can't possess it, it's ridiculous to pretend to be injured.

That person is not begging you to love or not accept your love. What reason do you have to be sad? It is just because your desires and hopes cannot be satisfied.

Shen Jue had already climbed to the front of the regent and Murongxiu, and he could not recover until he heard the regent's voice.

"This gray mouse is the one that broke in last time, right?" The regent said softly, his hand still stroking Murongxiu's waist.

Murong Xiu's complexion was green and did not say a word.

The regent did not want Murong Xiu to answer, his eyes turned to Shen Jue.

No matter how you look at it, this dirty mouse doesn't deserve to stay with his peacock.

"You raise your head." The regent said to Shen Jue.

Shen Jue paused before raising his head.

When the regent saw Shen Jue's face clearly, he frowned.

The injuries on Shen Jue's face are still not complete, but when I look up close, the injuries are even more obvious, and the whole face looks even uglier.

"Tsk, it's ugly." The regent said disgustingly.

Shen Jue did not lower his eyes when he heard the words, but looked at Murong Xiu worriedly.

Murong Xiu noticed that Shen Jue was watching him, and turned away angrily, his lips tightened.

The regent found that Shen Jue dared to look at Murong Xiu, and he couldn't help feeling a little funny. He let go of Murong Xiu, bent down, and looked at Shen Jue who was kneeling on the ground, "Do you know who he is and who you are? ?"

Shen Jue met the eyes of the regent, and said calmly: "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and I am a slave who serves the Son of Heaven."

The regent nodded, "Yes." He paused, "Then I want to spoil your emperor now, and you have to wait on your side."

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Dregs of: stimulating!

reader:? ? ? No way! We thunder this!

Murong Xiu (turning over the script): I remember I was attacking.

Regent: Baby, don't turn over, I am the offensive.

Shen Jue: Are they both?

Author slag: I do not know, who wrote the script? (Run while talking)

I can’t read this article with my brain. The style of this article will be strange, more like the style of a short story I wrote, but I want to control it a bit, but I don't want to control it.