Chapter 642 The White Moonlight of the Tyrant (6)

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Xiaocui was startled, as if seeing a ghost, her legs immediately went limp.

"Mother... Your Majesty! Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

She was so frightened that she even forgot the etiquette and pulled Fusheng's sleeve.

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Fu Sheng raised his eyes immediately.

"Mother... Madam, no... I can't see it!"

Xiaocui was so anxious that she almost cried.

She tugged at her, trying to get her to kneel.

Before Fu Sheng could see clearly, he bent his knees.

[Mrs. Madam! ! ! Fragments, fragments! ! ! ! 】

The group screamed excitedly.

Fu Sheng's forehead popped, his expression almost tensed.

"Keep your voice down!"

She knelt down, bowed her head, and waited quietly by the roadside.

Xiao Cui, who was behind her, heard the sound of the steps getting closer and closer, her body trembled like a sieve,

Fu Sheng originally wanted to secretly look up,

But when I think of the gossip I heard before,

Today His Majesty doesn't like others to look at him, look at one, kill one.

Fu Sheng immediately faltered, and bowed her head silently.

Walk slowly,

When bright yellow robes pass by,

The voice of Tuanzi in his mind suddenly quieted down.

Maybe it was because he killed too many people, or because of the unique majesty of the superior,

The people on the dragon chair, just passing by, can make people feel palpitations.

That heavy and ruthless aura hides a deep tyranny and cruelty, like a fierce ghost who has killed thousands of enemies on the battlefield, bloodthirsty.

Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief quietly, a little nervous.

Compared to her composure, Xiaocui who was behind her was about to faint.

Fortunately,

The pace passed quickly.

The people on the dragon chair didn't have a seizure, and seemed to not care about them at all.

Fusheng knelt down for a while, and made sure that he was walking far away, so he dared to look up quietly.

"Mother... Madam, let's go?"

Xiao Cui's legs trembled and she almost couldn't stand up.

Fu Sheng looked at the back of the man walking away for a while, then slowly stood up.

"Is that... His Majesty?"

"Shhh-mother, no...don't talk about Your Majesty. Your Majesty will kill someone if he hears about it."

"...He likes to kill people so much?" Fu Sheng had a headache,

With such a fierce temper, how could she get close?

"Let's go, go back and tell me what your Majesty doesn't like."

"……yes."

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that night,

The emperor suddenly started flipping his cards.

Fusheng was originally in the palace, listening carefully to the gossip that Xiaocui told her,

A father-in-law in charge suddenly came to send a letter with a smile on his face,

Tell her that the emperor has flipped her sign.

Fusheng didn't have much reaction at first,

But when Xiaocui heard it, she fainted immediately, her face was pale, and she looked quite frightened.

At this moment, Fu Sheng couldn't help becoming nervous.

"Eunuch, Your Majesty, is there anything you particularly dislike?"

As she spoke, she consciously took a golden hairpin studded with night pearls from the headdress and gave it to him.

The father-in-law in charge smiled and took it without refusing.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty should be in a good mood today, just be careful what you say."

Fu Sheng: "..." Saying it is tantamount to saying it for nothing.

She had no choice but to resist the order, so she had to change into a clean pink skirt in silence.

Xiaocui was dizzy, she had no choice but to go alone because she didn't have any extra maids.

along the way,

The father-in-law in charge held a lamp in front and led the way.

Fu Sheng walked slowly behind, enjoying everyone's pitiful and sympathetic eyes.

In their eyes,

Flipping the sign is equivalent to going to the guillotine.