The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

  Chapter 655 The White Moonlight of the Tyrant (19)

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"not in the mood."

  Fu Sheng actually has a headache, and his chest is still a little stuffy.

  But it should be a sequelae of staying up all night, just rest for a while.

  She just kept thinking about how to change this situation.

  The past cannot be changed, then now,

  How can we make up for the injuries we have suffered?

  茯茯蔫了.

  【Miss Sister, how about...you go out to relax? 】

  Duanzi was a little worried when she saw her so decadent for the first time.

   "...No, I'm tired."

  Fu Sheng was panicked.

  【That...Madam, are you still going tonight? 】

"go."

  Before she thought of a good way, she had to help him catch the nightmare every night.

  【Then are you still in a dream of big fragments? 】

  "..." Fu Sheng was silent.

"I have no idea."

  I feel uncomfortable in my heart,

  If you don’t enter, you will not be able to understand his past, and it will be uncomfortable.

  Fu Sheng rubbed his head and felt his head hurt even more.

  【Ding Dong——】

  【System refresh...】

  【Fragment recognition: -5%】

  【Total recognition: 15%】

  ……

  【Madam, let's cheer up! The fragmented past may be very sad, but you can help him get through this knot! 】

"……How to help?"

  茯茯蔫唫唧, there is no fighting spirit.

  The dumpling choked,【……emm……】

  How to help...

   "The only thing I can help is to help him get rid of the nightmare. Nothing else can help."

   "...Forget it, I'll go to sleep."

  Fu Sheng the more he thinks, the more sad.

  "Xiaocui, take a short nap in this palace, don’t come in and disturb if nothing is going on."

   "Yes, Niang Niang."

  Xiao Cui walked out empathetically.

  Fu Sheng went to the bed, lay down, and covered his head with a quilt.

Um,

  Don't think about anything.

  Sleep, everything will get better.

  Fu Sheng paralyzed herself like this.

  【Ding Dong——】

  【System refresh...】

  【Fragment recognition: +5%】

  【Total recognition: 20%】

  ……

  ……

  Royal study room.

  The emperor wore a bright yellow dragon robe and sat on the dragon chair. The embroidered dragon pattern on his body was exquisite.

  He lowered his head slightly, the mianqi on the emperor's crown, the scarlet beads swayed slightly, and his voice was clean and crisp.

  Narrow and indifferent eyebrows, with a bit of tyrannical and merciless hostility, his eyes dark as an abyss, quietly watching the memorial in front of him, not showing a half of happiness or anger.

  The slender and white fingers clasped neither lightly nor heavyly, with little force, but they were able to hit the hearts of the ministers present.

  The person who submitted the memorial underneath has cold sweat on his back.

  His legs are trembling constantly, and he seems to have been terrified to the extreme.

  At this time, Grandpa Li, who was waiting on the side, would lower his head, holding the whisk in his arms, silent as a chill.

  In the main hall, it was so quiet that even a needle could be heard.

  It’s a long time,

   Just when the person who submitted the memorial felt that he was dead,

  The emperor who was too happy and angry finally put down the memorial, his voice was faint,

"that's all."

  The minister was relieved in an instant.

  If it’s not for the wrong occasion, he really wants to jump up excitedly,

  This is the one hundred and twenty-first day of his safe life,

keep it up!

   "Your Majesty, don't worry, the minister will do it right away."

  The minister was busy bowing and saluting.

   "Today's discussion, but there are still people in the admonition?"

  Grandpa Li asked with a whisk.

  The ministers were silent for a moment, and no one said anything.

  The emperor leaned slowly on the dragon chair, and Leng Xuan's eyes looked at everyone.

  (End of this chapter)