Chapter 1297

In the eyes of emperor Jing, Jiuji can't see it, but she can feel it.

She was on her knees, shaking.

How could she not understand the atmosphere when she looked at people's faces from childhood.

The intense pressure in the air, the sight on her, the killing intention around her.

It's all so obvious.

Jiuji slowly closed her eyes. After all, she could not escape death.

Looking at the trembling body of the people on the ground, Emperor Jing sighed softly, not smelling.

"You're up."

Then miss her body, toward the seat not far away.

Leaning against the soft pillow on his back, Jingdi narrowed his eyes.

"Come forward."

He heard people standing up in the room.

Jiuji didn't dare to look up. She stepped forward and stood three steps away from Jingdi.

As soon as she stood firm, Jingdi's sharp eyes opened and directed at her.

"Who gave you the courage to do this behind my back?"

"Bang..." Jiuji knelt down in fear.

"I really can't stand these people being so rampant. When I was sweeping the floor in Qianqing palace, I was kicked by the barbarians. That made me almost lose my life!

From then on the slaves hated them! It's unbearable to learn today that the people of the barbarian kingdom should bully people like this... "

"So you make your own decision?"

Emperor Jing interrupted Jiuji.

After hearing the other party's reason, his face had softened a little.

Because that's the truth.

Jiuji nodded gently.

In fact, the brain is still thinking about the reason she had found in her mind.

She's done what she's told.

Next, we'll see if we can pass.

"What's the matter with Qin art? And who did the lyrics? "

Jiuji clenched her teeth. "When you go back to the emperor, the Qin skill belongs to the good public of jingshifang. As for the CI and Qu slaves... I don't want to say that."

The last sentence made emperor Jing raise his eyebrows, and his expression was a bit subtle.

The little Eunuch in front of him has always been respectful.

A year ago, her attitude towards him seemed to be her greatest reliance, and she took care of everything.

Now, however, he was a bit upset by the protests.

Of course, Emperor Jing won't show it.

"Look up."

Jiuji bit her lip and left a tooth mark on it. Then she raised her head.

Gorgeous face, red eyes, attractive eyes, there is water light.

There was a slight flaw in the red lip, as if it had been bitten.

The emperor's brows wrinkled, and his heart sank slowly as he no longer looked respectfully.

The little Eunuch in front of me has changed.

She seems respectful, but she has a small temper in her heart.

Emperor Jing was a bit novel. This was the first time that a slave complained to him.

Although it's very slight, it's even invisible.

But it was from that beautiful eyes that emperor Jing saw the grievance and the complaint for more than a year.

"Ha ha..."

Suddenly, Emperor Jing began to laugh in a low voice.

The voice is low, full of magnetism, very nice.

Emperor Jing stretched out his hand to press his forehead, looked at the man kneeling on the ground, and said softly, "get up, and come to serve with Zhong Dequan tomorrow."

Jiuji stood up, looked at the emperor in front of her, then quickly hung her head.

There was a flash of light in her eyes.

Just now, she didn't say what she had in mind.

The other side asked her to say that the lyrics and music were created by herself, but she didn't think it should be so.

Although the emperor had not contacted him for a year, he knew his temperament.

Seemingly harmless, seemingly gentle, but actually not.