C8 She Threw Herself on Imperial Consort Fu

However … Other than some accidents, during this sprint.

As soon as she left the line of sight of the officials, Jiang Qiuyue ran away as if there was an evil ghost chasing after her.

There were evil spirits! A bunch of evil spirits in official uniform!

The group of yellow clothed youths behind him followed the dragon chariot as they ran. They didn't understand why the emperor didn't sit on the dragon chariot and wanted to run wildly within the palace.

Fortunately, she was the Emperor. If it were anyone else, they would have long since been captured and locked up.

But as she ran, running to the imperial flower garden, and passing through the imperial flower garden was the Heartbreak Palace, something unexpected happened while she was on the short route.

The king left the carriage and went straight to the Heartrest Palace. Along the way, he passed by the royal garden and walked hurriedly. Along the way, everyone kneeled down as if they were facing a great enemy. They watched the king run past with fear in their eyes.

Imperial Concubine Wang, with her gentle temperament, liked to go to the Imperial Garden Garden, occasionally listening to plays, canoeing, lake pleasure, very discontented.

Today was no exception. Su Fei Fei's body was in good health and she came to the imperial garden to admire the flowers when she had nothing else to do.

"Who is it?" A hint of surprise appeared on the young man's gentle and meticulous face. He was surprised that the palace had such a disrespectful person.

A palace maid at the side took a close look. "Your Highness, it's the Emperor."

"Your majesty?" Wang Zhu Jun stood motionless, staring fixedly at the girl that was running towards him, before opening his arms wide.

On Jiang Qiuyue's side, she didn't even have time to look at the road. She saw a blue clothed youth standing in front of her with his arms spread wide open. She couldn't stop and shouted, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! "

However, it was too late. Jiang Qiuyue directly threw Wang Zujun into the flower bush.

The grassland here just happened to be a slope. The two rolled a few times while hugging each other. Then, they fell down the slope, crushing a bunch of flowers and plants.

Such a beautiful scene made everyone from the palace look away in embarrassment. They did not expect that their Emperor and Imperial Concubine Fu would be so passionate as to engage in battle in the imperial garden in broad daylight.

Jiang Qiuyue rolled a few times on the grass. Her head was dizzy and she didn't even have time to wipe off the mud.

Feeling that she had stopped herself, he heaved a sigh of relief. He believed that he must be a male servant that had jumped into the palace. Thus, he raised his head to look at the youth that was pressing down on her. "Right?"

At this sight, she stiffened. The face of Wang Zujun in front of her was exactly the same as the face of the boating youth she had thought of back in the imperial court!

He he he … He can't be …!

Masaka!

Oh, this damnable ape dung, I really want to fuck Cao Cao …

"Your Majesty …" Wang Zujun raised his hand and placed it next to Jiang Qiuyue's face. His expression was very gentle, with a hint of worry on his face. "Are you hurt?"

"No, no …" Jiang Qiuyue didn't move at all, but her eyes were focused on his hand. F * ck! If you have violated the rules, then we will only attack!

A trace of a smile appeared on Wang Chujun's face. Like fine spider silk, he wrapped himself around Jiang Qiuyue's little heart and began to tighten it.

Jiang Qiuyue suddenly saw a small wound on Wang Zujun's right cheek. It was a little cut, and a drop or two of blood oozed out, as if it had just been cut by grass.

She couldn't help but stroke Wang Zhujun's face. "Chou Jun, your face is injured."

This natural and intimate way of addressing him scared even Jiang Qiuyue. The original owner of her body must have liked Wang Zujun a lot, so it wasn't hard to see the deep affection between the two of them from that memory in the court.

Wang Zujun was slightly stunned. He touched his face and held Jiang Qiuyue's hand, guiding it to touch that tiny wound. He spread his brows and smiled. "It's nothing, just a small wound."

As Jiang Qiuyue's heart raced, she remembered that the dark fox had arranged for two imperial physicians to take a look at her. She pulled Wang Zujun to her feet and awkwardly patted the grass seeds on her body. "Let's go, Zhen will have the imperial physician show you."

Wang Zhujun smiled slightly and didn't say anything. He let Jiang Qiuyue lead her back to the Heartrest Palace, his gaze never leaving Jiang Qiuyue's body.