Deyang looked at Qin Ziyue lightly. His narrow eyes were flashing with a faint luster, dyed with a little ruthlessness, but it was his most dangerous time.

"Ha, why don't you believe it? Your Majesty's words are so good that you can say it, so I will naturally believe it." Deyang Zhan smiled, bright and dignified, and peerless, and the peony in the garden suddenly lost its color.

However, in Qin Ziyue's eyes, his heart hurts hard.

In the past, she would show a gentle, gentle, well-behaved, shy or bright smile in front of him, but she would not be as cold and fearless as she is now, but she would laugh as she plays and plays while sarcastically.

He suddenly felt deeply powerless. Even though he had the strength of a hundred steps to lift his arms, he could not erase the smile on her face that hurt his heart. Even if he had the supreme imperial power, he could not obtain the warmth and love she had once been.

The power and status he once longed for were already tightly held in his hand, but the woman in front of him made him helpless and unable to control it!

"Qinghuang, stop being angry with me, okay?" Qin Ziyue sighed helplessly, leaned her thin lips to her small and moist ears, and murmured gently, like a whisper in love.

A cold and ice-like ray suddenly overflowed from Deyang's bright phoenix eyes. She stared at Qin Ziyue with a cold look and said in a deep voice: "Are you angry? Haha, why did Your Majesty say this?"

Qin Ziyue narrowed her narrow eyes and looked at her enduring anger, without saying a word.

Deyang sneered, and the sound rang as heavy as a morning bell: "Ha, Your Majesty thinks that you have broken my three major foundations in Kyoto and married me to a proton who is powerless and mentally ill. Should I clearly recognize your importance? Do you think my actions are just annoyed with you?"

The deep wrath of Ruohan Sea slowly rose from Qin Ziyue's narrow eyes, and the gentle and gentle intentions of the past gradually disappeared.

Deyang's bright red lips were still stained with a smile. She looked at him with a sarcastic face and asked word by word: "Will anyone in this world be grateful to someone who kills her parents, takes over her family and country, loses her wings, and destroys her lifelong life?"

Qin Ziyue's eyes were filled with a huge anger, but her handsome face was pale.

The phoenix eyes, which were covered with cold and bright, had no disguised hatred for the first time. Deyang stared at him and said word by word: "Qin Ziyue, you, no, shame!"

Bang!

As she finished speaking, the sound of her fist hitting the tree trunk.

The silk hanging on her face flew up with the sharp fist wind, and then fell leisurely, and a trace gently slid across the iron-like fist.

Qin Ziyue was furious, but she was helpless with her.

Every word she is heartbroken, but he can't refute it!

Apart from hitting the willow tree she was leaning against, he had no choice!

Deyang sideways, glanced at the angry fist that was leaning against the tree trunk, and smiled leisurely: "Why should your Majesty ask for trouble? Which emperor is not the Three Palaces and Six Gardens? So many women are looking forward to you. If you have this leisure to find anger, you might as well think about the dragon vein."

Listening to her sarcasm, Qin Ziyue's anger slowly subsided. He looked at Deyang deeply and spoke in a deep voice: "Qinghuang, do you also know that you have lost your foundation and are isolated in this Kyoto?"
Chapter completed!