Madam 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 Kong Yingying staring in one direction and knowing what she was looking at, her friend couldn't help but exhorted.

Kong Ying paused, then looked at his friend with a smile, as if he really didn't care.

"I'm fine, I just envy the imperial concubine."

"Yingying, you are so kind, I believe you will definitely become a queen empress." The friend attached to Kong Yingying's ear and said flatly.

Kong Yingying raised his lips, but his eyes were thoughtful.

-

Jinning Palace

All of the palace men guarding the door bowed their heads, not daring to let out the atmosphere.

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

not moving at all.

Like a silent statue.

Father Peng, who was waiting at the side, was in a mixed mood.

Originally, the largest person in this palace was your Majesty, now... it looks like it is about to change.

Dare to keep your majesty outside, the imperial concubine and empress are really like a heroine and a heroine in the female middle school!

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

The surroundings were so quiet that only the slight sound of sandalwood Buddhist beads clawed on the cusps of the palace people's hearts.

Qi Cong stepped forward and stood still in front of the temple gate.

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

Peng Gong Gong Palace person: "???"

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

There are a few long thin notes in the veil.

Qi Cong looked through it one by one, and finally selected one, trembling, and then stuffed it through the door without changing his face.

Qi Cong held the kerchief in one hand, slowly raised his hand, and lightly buttoned the hall door with the distinct joints.

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

"Huanghuang, I was wrong."

"..."

"You are right, I'm just afraid you will hit me."

"..."

"This is the last time, and never again."

"..."

"So don't be angry, okay?"

"..."

After speaking four sentences in a row, Qi Cong seemed to have not seen the transient expressions of the palace people. Once again, he chose a piece of paper and stuffed it into the crack of the door.

Once it didn't fit in, Qi Cong poked it with a finger.

The note went in.

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

Fingers squeezed, the young emperor's voice is low, his slender eyelashes are slightly narrowed, "Let me in, eh?"

Standing in the hall, Rong Huang holding three pieces of paper in his hand: Do not listen or listen to Wang Ba's chanting.

Rong Huang didn't expect that Feng Disease would one day write love poems.

Well, it's not bad.

Rong Huang couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Although Feng Bingbing deceived the great king, the great king also said in front of him that he was going to be chopped off.

Does it count as equal to each other?

Rong Huang bit his hand and his face was tangled.

"It doesn't matter." Rong Huang hummed around and climbed onto the chaise couch, then took out his small purse and stuffed three small pieces of paper 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.

As soon as the slip of paper was inserted, the purse was still confiscated, and the window not far behind Rong Huang made a soft noise.

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