As soon as Chu Lingwei returned to Shiyu Palace, she threw things on the table and made the room a mess.

Tao Bi stood aside and murmured: "Little... miss, don't be angry. A quiet and cautious person like you will never be fooled by a foxy girl outside."

Chu Ling's slightly red eyes were full of humiliation, and Tao Bi was speechless as she stared.

Anger rises and falls: "Junshang and I grew up together. How could his heart have room for any other woman except the enchantress who gave her the Nine Shao Flute?"

She has been hypnotizing herself over the years. Apart from the witch, there is always room for her in Junshang's heart. She has always held on to this fantasy.

There was a hint of shock in the voice: "Could it be that the witch is back again? It's impossible that she has been dead for more than three hundred years."

"Miss, you are just worrying too much. Your Majesty has been looking for her for more than two hundred years. How could she suddenly appear? Even if she comes back, she..."

Chu Ling's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.

Tao Bi's face instantly turned pale. She didn't even care about the broken porcelain on the ground and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Chu Lingwei's tone was as heavy as a thick fog, "What you said makes sense. Next time I will send you directly to Yuxiang Tower."

The blood on Tao Bi's knees flowed to the ground, and she knelt down and did not dare to get up.

"Just kneel for a few more hours."

Tao Bi felt happy and thanked her again and again.

Chu Lingwei's expression was sensitive: "I always feel that when you come out of seclusion this time, you have a turbid air from the Low Martial Continent. I don't know if it's my imagination."

Tao Bi said: "Your Majesty is dealing with all kinds of things every day. Maybe he will actually work in the low-level mainland."

Chu Ling's brows relaxed slightly, but he was soon overwhelmed by another kind of jealousy, "I think it's some vixen in the spiritual realm who dares to seduce Junshang. If I find him, I won't let him go."

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In Fengzao Palace, the queen who always regarded herself as gentle and gentle broke the tea cup in her hand.

"Feng Jiuxi, she actually dared to sell Qian Dai to the ghost market and brought back a slave. This is outrageous."

Feng Yao's face was just right, she was so angry that she almost broke her teeth, "Mother, Yao'er can't fight her. If you don't show your power, the people in the harem will turn around."

The queen sat back on the royal couch, trying hard to maintain her dignity, and said in a hateful voice: "There is news from Xiyuan that Si Rong is also dead. I suspect that the little bitch is responsible for all this. Ziyun also

I fell into her hands. If I had known this, I should have gotten rid of her in the first place."

Just as he was talking, a beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes came over with a sad look on her face and complained bitterly.

Feng Yao invited her to sit down, her eyes were soft and she said worriedly: "Sister-in-law, my brother bullied you again."

Crown Princess Xin Luo'er cried and knelt in front of the queen, "Mother, you have to make the decision for Luo'er. The prince wants to divorce Luo'er."

The impatience on the Queen Mother's face flashed away, and she slapped the red painted handrail hard.

"The prince is a bastard. Luoer, you get up first. I will make the decision for you."

Feng Yao also said a few words: "Brother is too silly."

The makeup on the Crown Princess's face was all stained and messy. She lowered her head and wiped it with a handkerchief, which was pitiful.

The queen and her entourage came to the East Palace in a hurry.

Seeing the scene in front of her, she was so angry that she became dizzy. The princess quickly supported her and started crying softly again.

Bold and harsh singing came from the room.

"The sea laughs, the waves surge across the shores, ups and downs follow the waves, just remember the present day..."

Two stools were placed in front of the prince to play the beat.

The elegant piano player next to him was so frightened by his singing that he couldn't play the piano well.

The magic sound is deafening.

Cheng Xinzhen lay on the floor and crawled outside with a look of despair.

Feng Yao covered her ears and rushed in with determination.

She screamed: "Brother, please stop singing, my mother is here."

The queen was outside holding her forehead, pointing at him, and mumbling something. Although she couldn't hear clearly, she could guess from her angry expression that she was scolding him.

The prince seemed to be disappointed, stopped singing, and hit the piano player.

He stood up to greet the queen.

The Queen was supported by the crying Crown Princess. She was so angry that she didn't see what was bothering her and kicked her away.

The prince glanced at the princess, then helped the queen to sit on a stool.

"Why did the queen think of coming to my son today?"

The more the queen saw his careless look, the angrier she became and wanted to give him a big mouth in front of everyone.

"If it weren't for Luo'er's matter, I would never come to your smoky East Palace even if I die."

The prince joked: "It's the New Year, my mother, don't talk about death. It's very unlucky."

The queen swallowed her anger, feeling that if she stayed with her unsatisfactory son for a moment longer, she might really be sent away.

"Brother, can you speak?" Even Feng Yao was angry this time.

The Queen scolded: "You bastard, I don't expect anything else from you. How can Luoer feel sorry for you? I want to divorce her."

"She deserves me too much, that's why I want to divorce her."

Xin Luo'er's crying, which had gradually subsided, became louder again, and the look of tears dripping from her eyes was heart-wrenching.

Feng Jiuge rummaged around on her body for a long time but couldn't find a handkerchief. Her sleeves were still clean, so she wiped away the tears on her face and said, "Luo'er, be good, stop crying."

The queen and Feng Yao looked at each other and saw the same emotion on each other's faces.

No matter how you look at it, Xin Luoer doesn't look like she's going to be divorced.

Xin Luoer backed away angrily.

The queen was surprised and said: "Luo'er, this bastard really wants to divorce you."

Xin Luoer nodded, tears flowing uncontrollably, "The prince said that we are different and not suitable for being together. He also said that I am a good person and he didn't want to delay me. He even wrote a letter of divorce."

The queen's anger subsided: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Feng Jiuge had a lazy expression: "She doesn't like me singing or making noises, so I might as well give her her freedom."

The queen glanced at the piano and said, "The singing you are referring to is the life-threatening roar just now."

Feng Jiuge said seriously: "That's because you don't understand."

The Queen glared at him, "I see that you are howling like a ghost in the East Palace. Only you understand."

"Back then, my mother didn't give you a good name. She didn't have the slightest attitude of being a prince. She spent her days making jokes and living in debauchery, and she developed completely dandy habits."

The queen's eyes were filled with disappointment and confusion.

He even doubted whether this son was his biological son.

The more I watched, the angrier I became, and I could only lament and sigh.

Fengjiu sang: "I feel that my name is very good. Drinking and singing make the world happy."

"Brother." Feng Yao reminded him seriously.

The queen's face turned completely dark again before she could see the light.

"I don't care what you think, but you must not divorce Luo Er, and you are not allowed to sing crazy songs with a broken voice."

Feng Jiu Gesheng felt that ancient times were boring. If it were in China, it would be called karaoke and people would not be picked out and taught a lesson alone.
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