Chapter 172

Liu Rushuang's mouth gave a sharp puff. The tyrant was more ruthless than her killer.

"You tyrant, you don't deserve to be emperor!" The middle-aged couple bit their teeth, rushed to the cold ink together, Qi Qi toward the cold ink out of a palm.

Cold ink Ze face steep heavy, toward the couple two people mercilessly waved a palm.

"Dong!" The middle-aged woman fiercely whipped on the ground, the corners of her mouth shed blood, and her eyes showed panic.

Han Moze looked at Lian Jiuhua and ordered: "find out the person behind me!"

"Yes, Emperor." Lian Jiuhua is stupefied for a moment. Is there still a mastermind behind the scenes?

Liu Rushuang took a look at the vision cast by Han Mo Ze, hooked the corner of his mouth, and drove his horse back to the palace.

Liu Han's smile left behind.

This woman, always in front of him, really does not pay attention to him.

Han Moze quickly caught up with Liu Rushuang on horseback, turned his head and said with a smile, "are you still angry with me?"

Liu Rushuang snorted: "when did you release Qing'er?"

Han Mo Ze looked at the direction of Heng'an palace and said with a smile: "look which day I'm in a good mood. I can't let it go."

Liu Rushuang glared at Han Mo Ze fiercely: "which day can you be in a good mood?"

Han Mo Ze smiles: "it all depends on whether you are warm enough to me, so the freedom of Qing'er is actually up to you."

Liu Rushuang secretly turned the corner of his mouth. This tyrant is a real asshole! No, he's wasting his saliva! She was afraid that the tyrant could not bear it.

Han Moze and Liu Rushuang return to the Moon Palace.

Liu Rushuang immediately went to the table, poured a cup of tea, handed it to Han Moze, and chuckled: "emperor, please have tea!"

Cold ink Ze slightly Leng for a moment, then smilingly took over the tea cup, a drink.

Liu Rushuang wanted to take over the tea cup. Han Moze took the opportunity to hold Liu Rushuang's hand and said vaguely, "the queen thinks that I will be happy in this way?"

Liu Rushuang smile if ran: "look at the emperor's expression, but very happy?"

Han Mo Ze holds a teacup in one hand, raises Liu Rushuang's hand with the other hand and kisses: "if you can treat me like this, I will be more happy."

Liu Rushuang's face felt uneasy. How could this tyrant be so brutish?

He took out his hand from Han Mo Ze's hand and said with a fake smile, "emperor, do you still need tea?"

Han Moze looked at Liu Rushuang with a smile, and his eyes were full of tenderness: "the tea you poured is very delicious! Pour me another drink. "

Liu Rushuang turned around, and her face was covered with haze for a moment. The tyrant was really good at persuading people. He bit his teeth, poured a cup of tea, and then secretly raised the temperature of the tea to the hot temperature with his internal breathing.

Then he turned to the corner of his mouth and looked at Han Mo Ze with a grin. He put the tea cup on the lip of Han Mo Ze and said with a light smile, "emperor, drink it!"

Han Moze looked at the steaming tea, stretched out his left hand to hold Liu Rushuang's wrist, and then his right hand took the tea and slowly sprinkled it on Liu Rushuang's head.

"Dada, dada..." Liu Rushuang's chin was dripping with water, his hair was wet and his face was black.

"Queen, is this tea good?" Han Moze gently chuckled.

Liu Rushuang closed his eyes and bit his teeth, raised his left hand to wipe his eyes full of water. Then he glared angrily at Han Moze, took over the tea cup in Han Moze's hand, took out his hand, and turned to put the cup heavily on the table: "bang!"