The naive female CEO mistook her husband again

"Master Emperor is still as cold as ever."

The woman came slowly, her jade hands parted the snow veil, although she couldn't see her face clearly, but from the curved and gentle eyebrows, she could see that she was a very beautiful person.

Cold?

Could it be that Huajing heard it wrong, someone actually said that this long-winded ghost is cold?

Looking back at Mo Fusang, he really looked like he owed money. Why did seeing a beautiful woman come to him and become troublesome?

"Little girl Xia Qingyue, I don't know what to call this younger sister?"

Xia Qingyue bowed to Hua Jing and made a small salute, her eyes swept across her face faintly.

Hua Jing suddenly felt a trace of hostility, but when she looked at those beautiful eyes after a daze, she never felt the strange emotion she had just felt, only the peace that reached directly to her eyes.

But even if she didn't find that strange hostility, she still felt very uncomfortable. When meeting for the first time, she couldn't help but have a bad impression of this extremely beautiful woman in front of her.

"Her name is Hua Jing, I am a woman."

The first words Mo Fusang said when he entered the door scared Hua Jing to quickly cover his mouth, glared at him, and whispered, "What nonsense, who is your woman?!"

The warmth of Mo Fusang's breath came from the palm of his hand, coupled with his raised eyebrows, Huajing's direct gaze became unbearable.

When she was defeated, she turned her head decadently and sulked.

Xia Qingyue had a panoramic view of the actions of the two of them, the corners of her lips covered by the white gauze drooped coldly, but her eyes were still smiling.

It was impossible to guess what she was thinking.

"Miss Hua, please sit down."

Xia Qingyue was wearing a tulle skirt, and even when she waved her hands, she would tug at the corners of the skirt, giving her a sense of lightness, like a fairy who had fallen from heaven, untouched by mortal matter.

"it is good."

Hua Jing followed her hand and sat on the wooden bench set aside.

Xia Qingyue also found a place to sit, her shoulders and neck were still gracefully straight, she first glanced at Mo Fusang who was standing there like a log, and then glanced at Huajing who was at a loss, as if she understood What.

"Master Emperor must have not introduced my identity to Miss Hua, right?"

Regarding Xia Qingyue's question, Mo Fusang seemed not to have heard it, but strode towards Huajing instead.

"what happened?"

Seeing Mo Fusang staring at her steadily, Hua Jing asked suspiciously.

"I want to sit down."

Mo Fusang lazily said, he is standing so close, the meaning is not obvious enough?

Is this girl's head made of elm lumps?

"Then sit down."

Huajing pointed to the small stool next to her, and seeing that Mo Fusang's face was black and motionless, she stood up thoughtfully and gave him the stool, and sat on the other side.

"Miss Hua is really interesting, Mr. Emperor obviously wants to sit with you."

Xia Qingyue couldn't stand it anymore, if the two of them were flirting and flirting like this, there was no need to talk about it.

"Ah, so it is."

It was only then that Huajing suddenly realized, but she also felt that this person was probably suffering from some serious illness, and would not sit on a good stool, so she had to squeeze with him or her.

In the end, Mo Fusang sat on the stool as he wished, and Hua Jing sat in his arms expressionlessly, looking down at the octopus-like claws on her body, she just wanted to pick up a knife and chop them off.

The business is important, Hua Jing thinks that Mo Fusang brought her here must be related to business, right?

"What is Xia Qingyue's background?"

She turned her head and approached Mo Fusang and asked.

He only felt itching in his ears, and Mo Fusang's deep voice came.

"She, two words, rich."

Simple and clear, Hua Jing's eyes immediately completed the crescent moon, and sweetly called out to Xia Qingyue: "Sister Xia, please hug my thigh!"

Xia Qingyue chuckled, this girl is really familiar.

She had guessed this early in the morning when she received the news, but in her memory, it was the first time Mo Fusang was so intimate with a woman.

And it seems that he was the one who posted it backwards.

The girl in front of her was by no means simple, Xia Qingyue became serious, it seemed that she was going to fight.

No woman has ever made her feel anxious about gains and losses.

It's just an act of intimacy. It's not that the emperor has never done it with others. The woman who died a year ago was even more favored than Huajing now.

That woman accompanied the emperor almost every day, inseparable.

Didn't she die in the end?

The same goes for Hua Jing, if she gets in her way, don't blame her for being cruel and merciless!
"Sister Xia?"

Xia Qingyue was still immersed in the memories of the past, lost her mind, her eyes were empty, until Hua Jing yelled again, and she regained her senses.

Realizing that she had lost her composure, Xia Qingyue hurriedly smiled to hide her thoughts, now, she still needs to establish a good relationship first.

"What little sister Hua lacks now is the capital and connections to open a shop. I have a vacant villa under my name. If sister Hua doesn't mind, I will give it to you."

Hua Jing didn't expect Xia Qingyue to be such a rich man, and she was a villa!
But she can't take other people's things for nothing without giving money, which is not kind.

"Then how can I do it? My sister gave me such a big gift when I first met her. I am really embarrassed to ask for it. How about this? First, let me try to run the business for three months. If there is any profit, I will share it with my sister. If not, I can only be generous." Shamefully returned the villa to my sister."

Huajing came up with a compromise. She really wanted the villa, but it was both a treasure to make money and a hot potato. If she couldn't earn money, the repair fee alone would be enough for her to eat.

It's better to run the business first, and then continue if there is profit, and find another way if there is no profit.

"Okay, I don't know where my sister wants to start. My sister has a suggestion here. Jewelry and clothes are the most in demand here in Gong Lei."

Xia Qingyue reminded Huajing, but she didn't intend to agree immediately.

Huajing originally wanted to agree, but hesitated again. Thinking about it carefully, all the recommendations she recommended were flawed. The jewelry and clothes required a huge initial investment, and they were things that took time to complete, especially for gold and silver, which required skilled craftsmen. These two kinds of stores are the most popular in Gong Lei nowadays. How can she, a newcomer, compete with other old brands that have been around for many years?

Even in modern times, even if there is a new store opening, she will not buy it. Jewelry generally has a store she likes, which is in line with her own aesthetic style, and she will never choose an unknown store just because of its ingenious design.

However, cosmetics are different. Compared with those big clothes and jewelry, the production of lip balm and powder is faster, and it is an indispensable thing for women's face. The small box is easy to spread. Which one to buy? The incense powder used can spread throughout the city within a single banquet.

Besides, she is familiar with so many lipsticks, and it is not difficult to modify them to make lipsticks for them.

Looking at Huajing's thoughtful appearance, Mo Fusang spoke out to reject Xia Qingyue for her.

"She has her own ideas, you just take the land deeds and house deeds everywhere."

"Okay, that's still according to my sister's wishes."

Xia Qingyue smiled, a trace of jealousy flashed in her eyes, she thought that she was also the owner of Xia Zhuang on the side of Gong Lei's rich family, with dozens of manors under her name, and her business spread all over Shangqian Kingdom, and she wanted to surrender her status today to give a The ordinary girl came up with an idea.

If it wasn't for her crush on Mo Fusang, why would she stay here more than stay?

Heh, it's just a plaything of the Imperial Master. In a few days, this woman will definitely be tired of by the Imperial Master.

No matter how Xia Qingyue comforted herself, she couldn't resist the sight of the two opposite people whispering intimately, her eyes were sour when she saw it, she simply lowered her head and didn't even look at it.

After Xia Qingyue handed over the deed to Hua Jing, Hua Jing swore that she would be able to do a great job, and Xia Qingyue only agreed superficially, with 1 ridicules in her heart.

As soon as Mo Fusang left Naihetian with his flower glasses, he saw a mysterious guard running towards him.

"My lord, the emperor urgently summons you to the palace to meet the saint, and I hope you can leave quickly."

The guards were from the palace, Bei Mingcheng's communication tool, and emergency orders were always sent by them through mountains and rivers.

The guard felt Mo Fusang's anger even without looking up, he was so frightened that he could only pretend to be an ostrich, the less he saw, the better.

When I came here just now, I saw two women beside the emperor teacher. I think it was because he was reluctant to part with the beauties. If he came to disturb someone while he was hugging him, he probably wanted to kill someone.

"Then go quickly."

Huajing wanted Mo Fusang to leave quickly. She had the house deed and land deed in her hand, and there were still a lot of things to be arranged. This man never did serious things in front of her.

"Is that why you want to drive me away?"

Mo Fusang was dissatisfied, and there was resentment on his face. After all, he introduced Xia Qingyue to her, so couldn't he be more polite to him?
Yes yes yes.

Huajing thought so in her heart, how could she dare to say it out of her mouth, although this guy is playful and smiling all day long, but his identity is there, the emperor teacher!

She still wants to.

Just, for the time being, it's not something to be ashamed of, is it?

"Oh, people can't bear you!"

Huajing stomped her little feet, twisted her waist, and rushed up crying. The scene was very much like a little daughter-in-law sending a general to the battlefield.

She flung herself into Mo Fusang's arms, writhing in disgust, screaming in disgust, rubbing back and forth like a loach.

It's a pity that Mo Fusang doesn't like her.

Instead, following her performance, he hugged her fiercely in his arms, rubbed his lips against her neck, and heard an ambiguous voice, which scared Huajing into a fool.

"Good boy, wait for my lord to come to you at night."

Mo Fusang left immediately after speaking, without giving Huajing a chance to explain at all, she just stood there and maintained the posture of hugging just now, running through 1 alpacas in her heart.

This is self-inflicted, isn't Mo Fusang not following the rules?

"Sister Hua has to hurry up. Now that it's getting late, many things will be difficult to handle."

Xia Qingyue's voice drifted past Hua Jing's ears, and she remembered the business, tried her best to forget Mo Fusang's shocking words, turned her head to ask Xia Qingyue something, but then looked behind her, where there was still a figure.

Angrily, she stamped her feet on the spot, imagining the ground as Mo Fusang's face that needs to be beaten, trampling it down!
Mo Fusang followed the guards to the palace of Shangqian Kingdom on horseback, and before he got close, he heard a burst of mourning and joy.

The guard got off his horse and sighed loudly towards the city wall: "For some reason, the princess suddenly fell ill last night and passed away."

Compared to the mourning of the guards, Mo Fusang, the instigator, seemed indifferent. Today is nothing more than the dog emperor trying to get something from him by taking advantage of Beiming Xinxuan's death.

He really loves his only daughter?
It's not necessarily true.

Since he is still standing here, it can be imagined that he has not been questioned by Xingshi.

Even if the real culprit was not him, Bei Mingcheng would not find out, anyway, the hat would be on his head.

As soon as I entered the palace, I saw all the concubines wearing mourning clothes, as if their own children had died, crying more and more sadly, and even their paper-thin bodies were about to pout.

Mo Fusang bypassed the noisy women and went straight to Bei Mingcheng.

Bei Mingcheng was wearing a black robe, with a solemn face, sitting in a high position, without a single tear in his eyes.

Seeing Mo Fusang approaching so naturally, he vented all the anger he had accumulated in the past few days on a cup.

With a "snap", the cup was shattered in front of Mo Fusang with a wave of his long sleeve, and even part of the fragments exploded, almost scratching Mo Fusang's face.

Mo Fusang remained calm as usual, his deep eyes fixed on his gaze. In this invisible world, Bei Mingcheng was old and frail after all, with bad eyesight, so he was defeated in the end.

But he still straightened his body, trying to exude the last trace of almost inaudible majesty.

"I ask you, do you know that my Princess Xuan is dead?"

Bei Mingcheng first asked with a trembling voice, mixing sadness and majesty, hoping that Mo Fusang would admit it when he heard it, so that he would not have to go to war again.

"I killed it."

As Bei Mingcheng wished, Mo Fusang admitted his mistake without hesitation, and the ministers and concubines were in an uproar. They couldn't believe that the famous emperor would actually murder the princess.

You must know that regardless of status, power and wealth, Lord Emperor Shi has reached the peak, but no matter how supreme he is, he is also a minister. He cannot fight against the entire Shanggan Kingdom by himself. Now he openly says that he killed the princess , This makes people who want to help him can't find any correct reason. .

This is really a muddled move.

Bei Mingcheng was very excited. After so many years, he was finally able to deal with this threat through the power of the monarch.

"It's a pity that a good glass is broken like this."

Mo Fusang didn't react when he heard the discussion from the people behind him. Instead, he squatted down, picked up a fragment, and looked at it carefully before his eyes.

He murmured again: "It's a good seat, even if you don't want to sit, it's a pity."

This sound was made by Mo Fusang with internal force, and only Bei Mingcheng could hear it. His hand holding the dragon chair was suddenly clenched, and his veins bulged.

Immediately, as if thinking of something, he relaxed again.

"Since you have admitted everything, then I can only deal with it according to the law. Come, someone, lock Mo Fusang up for me, and choose a day to execute!"

A trace of surprise flashed across Mo Fusang's eyes, he didn't understand how this trash in front of him had the confidence to kill him.

A group of guards entered the main hall, trembling and dare not touch Mo Fusang, they all know that this man is of great power, rich and powerful, and they can't afford to offend anyone until the last moment.

Seeing this, Bei Mingcheng had no choice but to change his mind: "Take him back to his East Yin Palace and lock him up. He is not allowed to be released until the time of execution!"

"Humph."

Mo Fusang let out a cold snort, and walked away with a flick of his sleeves. Behind him, Bei Mingcheng's face became more and more gloomy.

Mo Fusang swaggered out of the palace, nonchalantly wanting to find Hua Jing, but who would have thought that whenever he had this thought, his head would hurt badly.

see hell.

He tried desperately to get rid of the headache, but the pain got worse and worse, and even spread to his neck.

He could only sit in the carriage called by Beiming Cheng for the time being, and go back to the palace to make plans.

In the palace, after the ministers left, Bei Mingcheng, who was supposed to handle government affairs, sat alone in the hall, and all the people in the hall were kicked out by him.

There was no sound at all in the quiet hall, suddenly a cloud of black air emerged from the ground, gradually spread in front of Bei Mingcheng, and turned into a figure.

His appearance was clearly that of Wen Luohan.

As soon as Bei Mingcheng saw Wen Luohan, he eagerly leaned forward.

"His Royal Highness has worked hard, but I just don't know if the black energy can swallow Mo Fusang's life?"

"Of course, but what I want you to do, how are you doing?"

After Bei Ming received the news of the princess' death last night, he was truly sad for a while, but soon he became worried. Mo Fusang's strength was too strong, and it was impossible for him to defeat him by himself.

Just when he was worried, a gust of black energy came from nowhere, took human form, and said that he was Wen Luohan, the prince of Fuyu Kingdom.

He finally accepted such a weird thing, after all, nothing is worth mentioning compared to killing Mo Fusang.

Wen Luohan gave him an idea, telling him to call Mo Fusang back tomorrow, and let him stay in the main hall more, so that he can use the black energy to invade.

Now Mo Fusang's body has been filled with black energy, that ferocious energy will devour his life little by little, within a month he will definitely die.

Naturally, nothing good comes for nothing in the world, and Wen Luohan also made a request, that is to abolish the prince Beiming Yiyin and put him in prison.

Bei Mingcheng was puzzled by this, although he had thought that Wen Luohan wanted to take this opportunity to bring down Shangqian Kingdom, but compared to the danger in the long run, the current Mo Fusang is the hottest potato.

So he agreed.

"You have to give me some time, after all, Yin'er is usually very popular, and there is nothing wrong with him."

Bei Mingcheng expressed his embarrassment, but Wen Luohan was not in a hurry, nodded, and then disappeared.

Sitting in the carriage, Hua Lian faintly saw a cloud of black air rushing toward Wen Luohan beside her. She didn't know what it was, and subconsciously waved her sleeves to block it, but the black air went straight through her sleeves and penetrated into her eyes. Inside the tightly closed Wen Luohan's chest.

"Your Highness!"

She exclaimed, pointing at Wen Luohan's chest, her fingers kept shaking, as if she had seen a ghost.

"what happened?"

A trace of displeasure flashed across Wen Luohan's deep eyes, could it be that she saw it?
The killing intent gathered in his heart, but disappeared, this woman is still useful, now is not the time.

"Just now, something strange got in."

Hua Lian faltered in her explanation, but the black air was gone, and she had no evidence. Just when she was in a hurry, Wen Luohan suddenly reached out, grabbed her in his arms, and turned over to press her down.