MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 123 Little wolf cub X lady (end of fifteen)

Cen Simiao looked at the task progress bar. At present, only Yang Fuqing's favored task is left. She turned her head, Yang Fuqing was closing her eyes, couldn't sleep well, and frowned.

Cen Simiao looked down and saw him holding her arm tightly. She was a little sleepy, drilled into Yang Fuqing's arms, leaned against his chest, and closed her eyes.

Yang Fuqing was awakened, looking subconsciously at Cen Simao, she looked tired and lay in his arms rather dependently. Yang Fuqing was relieved and held her tight.

He has become increasingly disturbed recently, especially afraid that Cen Simiao will leave again, and he has even been awakened by nightmares several times. Every time I woke up, I was sweating.

Yang Fuqing lost his sleep, staring at Cen Simiao in his arms, his eyes gradually softened, and he bent his corners.

Until daybreak, people outside reminded Yang Fuqing that when he should go to the early morning, he frowned and moved his eyes staring at Cen Simiao extremely reluctantly, whispering softly: "Slower."

Cen Smiao slept so sweetly, her head froze in front of Yang Fuqing's chest, he stroked Cen Smiao's hair, especially gentle.

When the sun rose and the cold weather became a little warmer, Cen Simiao slowly opened her eyes, with a sleepy expression on her brows.

She rubbed her eyes, and no one was on her side. She reached out and touched, and the mattresses there were a little cold. Cen Simiao yawned, waiting for Yang Fuqing to return.

Before long, he stepped into the door of the temple, holding a black lacquered wooden box in his hand, and walked to Cen Simiao. She shook the box in front of her eyes, Cen Simiao was listless, and had no thought to look at.

She turned to her side and was ready to continue to sleep.

Yang Fuqing was unwilling, dragging her arm, Cen Simiao turned to look at him impatiently, Yang Fuqing frowned and opened the wooden box, which contained a jade bracelet inside, which was gentle to the touch.

Cen Simiao raised her eyes, he looked down at her, her mouth bent, and she put her bracelet on her wrist, making her complexion extremely white.

Yang Fuqing whispered, "When I gave you my sister-in-law, you ran away. The bracelet can cuff you, and you can't run away."

Cen Simiao froze.

I heard him say, "I'll make a good time, and you'll be the queen."

Yang Fuqing's tone was intolerable. She raised her eyes, but his eyes were a little disturbed. Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes and thought for a while: "After a while."

He frowned momentarily: "No!"

Cen Simiao sighed and nodded.

Sealing is a very troublesome matter. In the ten years since Cen Simiao disappeared, Yang Fuqing has been urged to add some people to the harem. But Yang Fuqing never ignored it.

He has been looking for Cen Simiao.

When Cen Simiao disappeared into the sea that year, Yang Fuqing watched with impotence. Later he became emperor and asked many senior people what was going on, and the answers he got were all disappointing.

After Cen Simiao came back, Yang Fuqing didn't dare ask her, for fear of something wrong, she would make her disappear. Vaguely remembered that Cen Simiao disappeared before begging him to untie the iron chain.

Therefore, he could only shackle Cen Simiao with a chain.

Now that he wants Cen Simiao to be the queen, there are many ministers with objections. Yang Fuqing raised their eyebrows and said without hesitation: "Where are you dissatisfied with her?"

Some ministers said that Cen Simiao was of low background and her origin was unknown.

Yang Fuqing chuckled, bending her eyes, but her eyes were cold: "The origin is low, the origin is unknown."

He tightened his jaw: "She is noble no matter where she comes from. If it weren't for her, sitting in this position and asking you to call the emperor isn't me."

The minister looked at each other, a little puzzled, but he dared not speak.

Yang Fuqing stood up, stared at them, pursed her lips, and said sharply, "She is the treasure I found. How come you have an unknown origin?"

Li Cen Simiao has settled for the future. The courtiers did not dare to comment, but many whispered in private. The closed ceremony followed the constitution step by step.

Cen Simiao has been particularly busy lately. Many people have come to her and asked Dongxixi, tailored to her, and asked what jewelry patterns she likes, and the queen's dress is letting the embroidered mother to make the production.

Cen Simiao looked worried about her favorability. It has risen too fast these days. If she wants to continue like this, she may have to leave before the closing ceremony ends.

She pursed her lips.

Suddenly heard an obituary, Liu Yue asked to see her. Cen Smiao froze. She said she was here to thank her, but was interrupted by Yang Fuqing. This time, Liu Yue sang another drama.

Cen Simiao didn't bother to bother, but felt a little bored, so they asked her to come in. Not long after, Liu Yue walked into the temple with a sullen figure, especially dressed.

She knelt on the ground and said joy to Cen Simiao.

Cen Simao responded, was about to speak, and heard someone standing outside the door of the palace again, saying that the suit had been embroidered, and let her try it to see if there was something out of place.

Cen Simiao raised her eyes and called people in, no longer thinking about Liu Yueyue. The maiden lowered the curtain and went to change clothes for Cen Simiao. The iron chain in Cen Simiao's hand was opened by Yang Fuqing early. She was still wondering at the time. It turned out that Yang Fuqing had known that a maid would come today.

It is just right to wear, there is no uncomfortable place. Chaofu is adorned with a lot of Dongzhu, which looks very luxurious. Cen Simiao reached out and touched, feeling very good.

Suddenly, the beads seemed to be unstitched, and two or three of them suddenly fell down.

The maids suddenly panicked and bent down to pick them up. These beads are all very valuable, and it's wise to lose one. Cen Smiao froze and felt a little distressed, anxious to follow along to find it.

Liu Yue had been pulled out of the temple, but her ears were very alert, and when she heard the movement inside, she guessed a vaguely. She lifted her eyes to see Yang Fuqing walking here, her figure became clearer and clearer.

Liu Yue clenched her palms, her heart pounding, hesitant to try again.

Until Yang Fuqing came to her, she knelt down subconsciously, and her head hadn't responded yet, and her mouth had begun to talk: "My mother accidentally broke the newly-made robe, and Dongzhu dropped a few."

Yang Fuqing stopped.

Liu Yue's tone was quite worried: "The mother-in-law seems to be absent-minded. I don't know if she heard anything. Sometimes she is dazed, and she feels sad in her brows."

Did not hear Yang Fuqing's movements, she looked up boldly.

But was suddenly taken aback.

Yang Fuqing's eyes were cold, and the suffocation on her body appeared, her expression gloomy. Liu Yue was trembling and almost sat on the ground.

Hearing: "You are really superfluous."

Liu Yue didn't understand.

Yang Fuqing had turned and stepped into the hall. Cen Simiao was taking off her dress and changing clothes. He stood outside the curtain, his white body was looming, and his throat knot rolled.

One opened the curtain.

Cen Simao was startled and covered with clothing. Yang Fuqing looked wildly, grinning at the corners of his mouth, and couldn't see the coolness of the only one: "I'm not sure what you're blocking."

Cen Simiao frowned.

He casually glanced at the dress next to him. The palace girl picked up Dongzhu and was preparing to repair the embroidery. Yang Fuqing saw that they were a little panicked.

Cen Simiao didn't care about these, and dressed herself. Yang Fuqing walked over, held the suit in his hand, and looked up at Cen Simiao: "Do you like this style?"

She lowered her head and fastened her buttons, but couldn't make it for a long time. Raising his eyes, he saw that Yang Fuqing threw his clothes on the charcoal pot that was burning, and the clothes immediately burned.

Cen Simiao's eyes were full of surprise: "What are you doing?"

Yang Fuqing looked natural, came over to fasten her buttons, and said softly: "The workmanship is not good, you don't like the style, let them redo."

The people quickly took out the charcoal pot, and the hall was full of smoke. Liu Yue still knelt at the door and couldn't get up. Her body was weak. Suddenly she saw someone coming out of it. She was still holding a charcoal pot, and her clothes were burning inside, and her eyes widened suddenly.

In the ears, the maids also commented: "The emperor is too good for the mother-in-law. The mother-in-law does not like this style, and he directly burns it, and let the embroidery mother resume the production."

Liu Yue almost bleeds when she bites her lips.

When night fell, when Liu Yue returned home, the master was already waiting in the lobby with a look of anger and a cold mouth. She stunned: "Why is the master here?"

The old man looked at her, somber: "You went to the palace again to make trouble, this life really can't stay."

Liu Yuexuan clenched his palms: "What did you do wrong?"

She was right-hearted, and the master walked over and pinched her neck, with a fierce expression: "You are almost dead, why should I tell you so much."

Liu Yue suddenly felt uncomfortable, gasping, and panic began to appear in her eyes.

It was getting colder but it never snowed. Cen Simiao was sitting in the warm temple, holding tea in her hand, and the iron chain that had been hers was recently opened, but Yang Fuqing had been with her longer and longer.

Due to the need to re-run the Korean service, the ceremony after the closure had to be postponed, and the good days and good days were re-founded. Cen Simiao looked at the recent favorability, and the rally slowed down, she felt relieved.

However, Yang Fuqing became more and more disturbed. She was almost out of breath every night when she slept, and stared at her from time to time. Cen Simiao was a little puzzled and asked him directly, "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Fuqing pursed her lips: "It's all right."

Cen Simiao snorted and took a piece of snack to his mouth. Yang Fuqing froze, opened her mouth and bite, lowered her eyebrows, and said, "You always fed me this way when you were young."

Cen Simiao looked at him: "What awkwardness are you making?"

Yang Fuqing raised her eyes sharply: "You ... I haven't violated ... You can't be angry."

I did not break my promise, and really did not kill Li Zhixiu when you disappeared.

So you must not be angry.

She froze and didn't understand: "What?"

Yang Fuqing didn't speak again.

Cen Simiao approached and coaxed, touched his head, and bent his eyes: "Good."

Yang Fuqing looked at her for a long time and laughed softly.

A few days later, it was the closing ceremony. Yang Fuqing was going to the hall early in the morning, while Cen Simiao was dressing up and waiting to go there when it was good time.

When Yang Fuqing went out, Cen Simiao was still in bed and didn't want to get up. He leaned beside Cen Simiao and kissed her tenderly. Cen Simiao slumbered and responded subconsciously.

Yang Fuqing suddenly panted, almost missed the hour. She slaps her in the ass, Cen Simiao wakes up, frowns a little, and is angry: "What are you doing!"

He raised his eyebrows.

Not long after, Yang Fuqing was already sitting on the dragon chair, with the courtier standing below.

Cen Simiao was sitting in front of the dressing table, and others painted her eyes with exquisite makeup. She touched the earrings, looked at the man in the bronze mirror, and chuckled.

When the sun rises, her makeup is ready, and she stands up and prepares to wear a dress. A group of people were busy, very careful, for fear that Dongzhu would fall again.

Cen Simiao stretched her arms to wear clothes, with a smile on her face, but suddenly heard the system said, "All your tasks have been completed at present, please be prepared."

She froze.

Yang Fuqing, who was sitting on a dragon chair, was full of smiles. The sun rose, and Cen Simiao was about to come. Time passed slowly, the minister next to him was anxious, and secretly spoke to the eunuch: "What the **** is going on? By reason, this point should be here."

The **** glanced at Yang Fuqing: "Wait."

Yang Fuqing felt a little uneasy between her eyebrows, her lips pressed tightly, and after a while there was a shadow outside, and the stone in her heart fell instantly.

But the maid came in, kneeling and crying.

Yang Fuqing stared at the maid's lips, her brain was blank, and she couldn't understand what she was talking about. After a while, he raised his head blankly, stood up and stumbled towards the outside.

He went to the temple where Cen Simiao lived, and at a glance he saw Cen Simiao lying on the bed. His jaw tightened, his throat moved and he walked slowly.

The dress on her body had not been worn yet, and her clothes were unbuttoned, and Yang Fuqing reached out and tied them one by one. His hands trembled, and his heart was so flustered that Cen Simiao was lying motionless on the bed.

He looked at Cen Simiao for a long time, his eyes narrowed, as if begging: "Whether you disappear, I will wait for you no matter how long it disappears, as long as you return."

Yang Fuqing's eyes circled red: "Why don't you disappear?"