Chapter 19 The Tyrant Says to Be Polite
When Jun Lin stepped into the harem, he was almost frightened by the exotic flowers and plants that filled the courtyard and dared not take a step.
There are bright red flowers that bloom like the wings of a flamingo, and vines with warm-colored lantern-like fruits hanging from them.
There are so many things she can't name.
There is also a glazed-tile bedroom in front of you. After pushing open the door and entering, you will see murals painted with ground gemstones.
The whole villa is filled with "I'm super rich, see?", "Tyrants and paupers are not allowed to enter", "I'm rich enough to grind gems into powder and squander them", "Hehe, isn't that infuriating?"
Jun Lin: “…”
Damn, so good.
What kind of Dubai boss is the King of Yue?
She seemed to be instantly dreaming back to modern Halloween, where ghosts always haunt the night of the Night of Ghosts.
Is it a big deal to be rich?
Junlin is now sitting on a rosewood chair inlaid with red gemstones, feeling really great.
Emperor Jing, who was fearless, felt nervous for the first time. It was so expensive, and he was afraid that he would fail and not be able to pay for it.
Her thoughts rarely wandered, but after sitting there for about a quarter of an hour, she did not see the figure of her "beloved concubine".
The villa was also deserted and there was not even a servant.
Just as she was about to get up and go to the residence of another "favored concubine", the laughter of maids and eunuchs rang out in the courtyard.
"The tyrant's bedroom has a lot of good stuff. I took two jade pendants from there two days ago and asked someone to pawn them. Suddenly, my family won't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives."
"Yes, it's a pity that the master we serve is extremely wealthy. Look at the paintings made of gemstone powder, they are so valuable, but he never rewards us."
"Hey, let me tell you something. I pried the gemstone off the back leg of the sandalwood chair and will sell it tonight."
"You are really brave. The master will definitely not find it in this remote place."
They pushed open the door with smiles on their faces and prepared to go in to clean. There was also a young eunuch hugging and flirting with the maidservant. But all the sounds disappeared when they pushed open the door and saw the smiling Emperor Jing with his chin supported by one hand.
If the atmosphere just now was like the lively scene of a fireworks display, then now it is like fluttering snowflakes, whistling north wind, and a desolate sky and earth.
"Bang——"
A maid's broom fell to the ground.
“Pah—”
Another maidservant quickly pushed away the eunuch who was kissing her in the crook of her neck.
The eunuch's soul was almost frightened away after being pushed away. His legs went limp and he fell to the ground. His face turned pale and his lips trembled as he uttered, "Tyrant...Tyrant..."
“Ghost…Ghost!!!”
"She, she, she... no, no, no... wasn't she stabbed to death by the new emperor?"
The charming Emperor Jing, who was sitting in the main seat, raised his hand and greeted them in a friendly manner: "Yo——"
With this sound, the few people who were still standing were frightened and fell to the ground.
She patted her skirt and stood up, with a smile on her lips, but her eyes under her shaky bangs were as cold as a pond, without a trace of smile.
"Why, is this what you want to say when you see me?"
The playful question coupled with the sarcasm in her brows made everyone feel a chill down their spine, and they quickly rolled over and crawled to their knees on the ground in humility.
With his forehead pressed tightly against the ground, cold sweat dripping down his face, his heart about to jump out of his throat with fear, the little eunuch replied: "Slave...slave..."
I've been trying for a long time but haven't come up with anything.
Jun Lin grinned, raised his leg and stepped directly on the man's back. The force was so great that the eunuch's body sank suddenly.
He closed his eyes tightly and dared not resist at all.
"How dare you steal my belongings?"
"I don't know what adultery is?"
"What is the crime of insulting the king at will?"
The bright-eyed Emperor Jing placed one hand on his knee, bent his waist and murmured, "Do you want me to invite the left prime minister to come and read the national law in front of you?"
The evil arc of the corners of his mouth grew wider and wider. The kneeling people could no longer hold back and kept kowtowing while crying. Soon their foreheads were bruised and oozing with blood: "Slave...slave knows I was wrong. Please forgive me, Your Majesty..."
Jun Lin's eyes turned dim, he withdrew his feet in boredom and sat back in his chair.
"In this era, people will die if they don't follow the rules of propriety. Why don't you understand that?"
In a feudal era with strict hierarchy, not observing etiquette could lead to death.
A light whisper made everyone's heart tremble, and the tears of regret for crossing the line flowed even more violently.
The one in front of them was the master of Jing State. Life and death depended on her thoughts. They didn't even dare to look up at her face, let alone have the thought of resisting.
But the sentence just now seemed like a lament for this era, and also like a lesson to them. Even these little people could sense the sadness in the words.
She rubbed her brows and said calmly, "If you have made a mistake, go and accept the punishment according to the law, before I kill you."
A group of people hurriedly thanked him and crawled away. Although according to the national law, what they were about to face was no different from death, they might be able to save their lives.
The room fell silent again. Jun Lin pushed the cups on the table forward and said frivolously, "Now that you're back, why don't you fill up your husband's cup with tea?"
At the door that day, a man in green robe danced gracefully, like the rustling of bamboos swaying in the wind. The man had a face like a god, with bright eyes and eyebrows, a refined temperament, and elegant demeanor.
His black hair was tied up high and fixed with a jade hairpin. His brows were in the color of mountains and rivers, the corners of his eyes were narrow and stained with rouge, and his pupils were clear as if a spring rain had fallen.
Xiao Xiao is shy, cheerful and clear, with the demeanor of a dragon and a phoenix, and a natural temperament.
He closed the folding fan and placed it against his lips. He tilted his head slightly as if in doubt, and the words he uttered were clear and pleasing to the ear.
"Husband?"
It was the first time that Jun Lin looked at the person in front of him while he was conscious, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise.
Not to mention, this guy looks a lot like our own Zuo Xiang.
They are all humble gentlemen.
But the one in front of him is the real king of Yue State, who is rich enough to rival other countries, that is, the crown prince.
The favored concubine whom she snatched away from someone else's coronation ceremony.
If it was a second later, this man would have been the king of Yue.
Jun Lin: “…”
I'm sorry, dear sponsor, please listen to my explanation.
Give me another chance, I think I'd do it again.
If you don't snatch her away from a rich and beautiful guy, you'd be a fool!
To sum up, reflection is not something a tyrant should do.
It’s reversed, but not completely reversed.
Jun Lin smiled and said, "Madam, why did you call me?"
The "husband" and the "wife" are both trying their best to annoy each other.
The other party raised his lips and chuckled: "Could it be that the underworld is too boring, so my husband came to the human world to find me for entertainment?"
Both of them were smiling softly with their facial muscles stretched, but their eyes were as still as dead water.
In fact, their current situation is more like king versus king.