The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

"Gu still has memorials to correct, so I'll go back first."

Putting down his chopsticks, Gu Yu left with a cold face. Before leaving, he took a dark look at the triumphant Zuo Qian.

Wen Nu was confused: "Your Majesty?"

He still didn't realize what happened until the king's figure disappeared.

On the other hand, Wu Naike, who was standing at the side, could see clearly, knowing that the disciple of the Immortal Master was not a simple one, he dared to act wildly on His Majesty's head, and he was not afraid of losing his head.

Wen Nu was at a loss, he didn't know why His Majesty left, but he knew that His Majesty was angry.After all, with His Majesty's arrogant temperament, even being angry is arrogant.

Sighing lightly, he pinched the bridge of his nose, his light white fingertips were not even a tiny bit different from the mark of the Fallen God on his forehead, Wu Naike was terrified looking at it, afraid that the immortal master would find something.

Fortunately, Zuo Qian stepped forward in time and interrupted the immortal master's forehead support. Zuo Qian pretended to be innocent and asked: "Immortal Venerable, what's wrong with your majesty? But did your disciple make your majesty unhappy?"

Wen Nu shook his head to comfort him: "It has nothing to do with you, go to practice after breakfast."

Breakfast was useless for Gu Yu, Wen Nu pondered for a moment and decided to make some cakes to coax that arrogant Majesty.

After instructing the disciples about their cultivation, he got up and went to the kitchen without looking at the people behind him before leaving.

Seeing his master leaving with his back turned, Zuo Qian pinched his sleeves hard, his expression ugly.

Wu Naike glanced at him secretly, shook his head and hurriedly followed the immortal master.

The immortal master is gentle and polite, but if someone regards him as a fool, the consequences will be unimaginable.Of course, except His Majesty, after all, even Wu Naike didn't know that the tyrant was lying to the immortal master.

All the way to the kitchen, Wen Nu took out the ingredients in the space one by one and put them on the chopping board, and added ingredients in an orderly manner according to the chef's explanation.

Because the ingredients are full of aura, even if he is unfamiliar with his skills, the pastries he made are still delicious, more delicious than any other pastries.

Wu Naike had a chance to taste a piece, the taste was soft, glutinous and smooth, refreshing after eating.

"Master Immortal, don't worry, the pastry is delicious, His Majesty will definitely like it."

With Wu Naike's affirmation, Wen Nu's eyes sparkled, he put the cakes into the food box with his own hands, and said to him: "In that case, follow me to find His Majesty."

Tai Chi Palace.

The side hall of the Taiji Palace is where the emperor corrected the memorials. At this time, the side hall was so quiet that only the sound of breathing was left, but even the sound of breathing was very weak, as if it was about to disappear.

The court ladies and eunuchs waiting on both sides knelt on the ground tremblingly, and the tyrant who was correcting the memorial by the table had a gloomy and cold face, and his violent aura scattered all around.

Suddenly, there was a bang from above, and the court lady and eunuch who was kneeling on the ground lowered her head even lower, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Heh, a group of immortals who dare to force orphans to be drafted are looking for death."

Zuo Qian's obtrusive face flashed in front of his eyes, his face became darker and darker, he kicked the table violently, and shouted angrily: "Get out! Get out of here alone!"

The memorial was scattered all over the place, and the maids and eunuchs ran out in a panic, leaving only Zhang Quan'an, the chief eunuch who accompanied the tyrant daily.

Facing His Majesty who was furious, Zhang Quanan carefully bent down to pick up the memorial, helped the table up, and tidied up one by one: "Your Majesty calm down, be careful not to hurt your body."

Gu Yu looked at Zhang Quan'an coldly, and Zhang Quan'an froze in place with the murderous intent in his eyes, not daring to say a word.

"Get out." The tyrant pointed out the door, his expressionless expression was terrifying, Zhang Quan'an hurriedly retreated.

When he was the only one left in the side hall, he sat on the dragon chair with a sneer, with one knee crossed, and his hands on the handle of the dragon chair. When he pushed hard, the handle of the dragon chair was dented.

Is it Zuo Qian?

Ah.

Since he is looking for death, he will naturally help him and let him report to the underworld early.

Squinting his eyes, he was about to reach out and clap his hands in the air, when the voice of the great eunuch Zhang Quanan came from outside the hall.

Gu Yu's face turned cold immediately, his voice was low and dangerous, full of warning: "Say."

Zhang Quan'an wiped off his cold sweat, and looked to his side from the corner of his eye.The immortal master held the food box with a faint smile in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, the immortal master is here."

Fallen Angel is coming?

Gu Yu stood up abruptly, the coldness on his face dissipated, and he glanced at the messy side hall in a panic, as soon as the fallen angel came in, he would see the current situation.

No, the fallen angel hasn't left the son of the fallen angel yet, so he can't be exposed prematurely.

The tyrant frowned slightly, and a wisp of red mist emerged from his fingertips. He tidied up the hall in an orderly manner, and within a moment the hall returned to its original state.

The red mist looked at the main body resentfully, it is a magic mist, how can it do such low-level things!But under coercion, he could only slowly drill back along his fingertips.

After straightening out his messy clothes, Gu Yu waved his hand and transformed into a mirror. Seeing that his long hair was a little messy, he frowned and took a comb to smooth it out.

After tidying up, he coughed twice and said to the outside: "Come in."

Zhang Quan'an hurriedly opened the door of the hall for the immortal master, and bent sideways to invite him in.

Wen Nu nodded politely with a smile, waved Wu Naike to wait outside, and walked in with the food box.

Gu Yu sat awkwardly on the dragon chair, raised his eyes when he heard the movement, thought about it but remembered Zuo Qian who was an eyesore, and snorted coldly not to look at the Fallen Angel.

Wen Nu hooked the corners of his lips in a funny way, put the food box in front of him, and coaxed: "Your Majesty, Pindao has made some cakes, do you want to have a taste?"

Gu Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, but they still didn't move, but his small eyes secretly turned to the food box.

Wen Nu saw it clearly, and thoughtfully opened the food box, revealing the exquisite green pastry inside.

"Pindao made it with his own hands. I don't know if it's delicious or not. Please don't dislike it, Your Majesty."

The tyrant was really curious about the taste of the cakes made by the Fallen Angel, so he stopped being angry after he had acted enough, reached out and took a piece of cake, and carefully took a bite.

The pastry melts in the mouth, the taste is delicate and soft, and the taste is sweet and smooth. I didn't expect that the fallen god is good at cooking, and the pastry is even more delicious than the one in the palace.

His eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly, like a big cat basking in the sun, lazily eating a piece of pastry quickly.

"Hmm..." Gu Yu picked up the teacup and took a sip of water. He was soothed and bubbled with joy all over his body: "The cakes made by Xianchang are delicious, Gu likes them very much."

The corners of Wen Nu's lips rose: "As long as His Majesty likes it, I will often make some and send them to you in the future."

Hearing what the immortal master said, Gu Yu blushed and nodded embarrassedly: "Thank you, immortal master."

After finally coaxing the arrogant His Majesty, Wen Nu secretly heaved a sigh of relief, fearing to disturb him to correct the memorial, he didn't stay long and went back to the North Palace.Before leaving, His Majesty was still eating one cake at a time, correcting the memorial while eating, showing his arrogant temperament to the fullest.

As soon as he returned to the North Palace, he was stopped by the newly recruited disciple Zhu Zuoqian standing there pitifully, so wronged that he was about to cry.

"Master, this disciple also wants to eat pastries made by Master."

Wen Nu frowned slightly, seeing that his eyes were red and about to cry, he finally couldn't bear to nod, and sighed softly: "Okay, you wait here for a while, the deity will come as soon as he goes."

Zuo Qian's eyes lit up, and he smiled vigorously: "Yes! Master has worked hard 1

Wen Nu came to the kitchen again and skillfully and quickly made pastries with ordinary ingredients. Although the texture was a little different, the taste was the same.

Put it on a porcelain plate and carry it to find new disciples.

Zuo Qian saw the figure of the master from a distance, his eyes flashed brightly, he pulled the corner of the immortal's clothes and acted like a baby, pulling the immortal to prevent him from leaving.

Wen Nu had no choice but to sit down with him.The two were sitting in the small pavilion in the courtyard, Zuo Qian was talking and laughing, holding the freshly baked pastry in his hand, it was very precious to eat small bites.

Tai Chi Palace.

The tyrant leaned on the dragon chair, stepped on it with one knee bent, and held up the pea-green pastry, lazily playing with it.

The dark guard knelt on the ground, and reported everything in Beigong to the master on the dragon chair.

Hearing that the fallen angel was making cakes for the utensils, the cakes in the tyrant's hands shattered into powder with a click, and scattered on the red and black new clothes.

Gu Yu's eyes darkened for a moment, he stared at the pastry foam on his clothes with a sullen face, and asked through gritted teeth, "What did you say? The fallen angel made pastries for the utensils?"

Eyes narrowed fiercely, the handle of the dragon chair couldn't withstand the damage, and cracked open, the sound was especially obvious in the quiet bedroom.

"Fallen Angel is really good..."

The tyrant murmured in a low voice, his thin lips curled up slightly, revealing a weird smile, obviously an angry smile.

"That Zuo Qian is very scheming." Gu Yu sneered, and wiped off the pastry foam from his clothes, and ordered the guards in a sinister way: "Since he is so caring, Li Ran, get Ziwan to double for Gu."

The hidden guard clasped his fists: "Yes, master 1

That Zuo Qian did something wrong, but provoked His Majesty, the result is self-evident, who can resist His Majesty.

When Li Ran left the hall and passed the eunuch Zhang Quan'an, he glanced at him from the corner of the eye, then looked straight ahead and left without changing his expression.

A moment later, there was a loud noise on the high platform, and a piece of bean green pastry rolled across Zhang Quanan's eyes.

The tyrant violently flipped the table away, and raised his foot sullenly to crush the pastries, just like crushing that unsightly Zuo Qian.

The palace that had just been tidied up was turned into a mess in an instant.

Gu Yu sneered and sat back on the dragon chair. Looking at the mess in front of him, he couldn't help but let out a low laugh, his voice deep and mellow.

Fallen Angels can really confuse people...

His heart gradually calmed down, the gloom and violence in his eyes dissipated, he hooked his lips, and snapped his fingers toward the void.

The dark guard in black knelt on the ground on one knee. He was the second in command of the dark guard battalion and Li Ran's subordinate.

"master."

Gu Yu lifted his chin lightly, stroking the cold bloodstone earrings with his fingertips, his eyes arrogant: "Find someone to assassinate Zuo Qian, so as to promote further contact between the two."

The dark guard clasped his fists in response: "It's the master 1

After giving orders to the dark guards, the tyrant got up from the dragon chair, and stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, the scorching sun reflected in his dark eyes.

The Fallen Angel's methods of seducing people's hearts are getting more and more sophisticated, even he has been deceived, and the plan must be accelerated, otherwise he may not be able to bear it next time...

Squeezing his sore heart, the tyrant narrowed his eyes and turned to enter the bedroom, a dark light flashed across the air with his red and black sleeves.

"Zhang Quan'an, ask someone to clean up here, and replace the dragon chair with a new one."

Watching His Majesty leave, Zhang Quan'an was weak and weak, knelt on the ground panting heavily, slowed down, let the little eunuch come in to tidy up, and skillfully ordered someone to move the new dragon chair.