Beloved Empress

Jun Qian's lips are rising, revealing a

As the ink screamed, I saw Jun Qianqing open her quilt and lay down beside her, and Mo Yan looked at him with a shocked look.

Ink's lips and corners evoke a splendid smile. Xianhui generously persuaded: "The emperor, you don't want the queen to be unhappy. Is it that the emperor knows that the emperor is a dutiful son, so the emperor should not provoke the queen because of the courtiers? Happy, Yang Guifei is now pregnant, you should go with her more, so that the Queen will be happy. Hey! Emperor, what are you doing-"

Jun Qian is silent.

"But do you want to see your mother not happy?" Mo Yan naughtyly blinked at him.

Jun Qian Che did not disdain: "That is her business, nothing to do with jealousy."

"The Queen Mother does not want the emperor to go too close to the courtiers. This should be known to the emperor."

"You are the queen of you, you are the husband and wife of the media, what is not happy?" Jun Qian Che is not pleased.

When Mok saw such a look, his heart skipped a half-shot and immediately refused: "No, if the Queen Mother knows that the emperor is coming to the court, he should be unhappy."

"I want to stay with you tonight - and the children." Jun Qian Che looked at him, and he was full of seriousness.

After the end of this topic, the two fell silent, and Mo Yan looked at him: "The emperor, late at night, you should go back to rest."

Jun Qian was so white that she did not speak at first glance. Other women, he does not want to control, he only cares about her, since she does not want to die, she will live well for her.

Mo Yan snorted at him: "The emperor does not say this, the courtier can not afford it, you are not dead or for the courtiers, think about the sisters of the harem, if the emperor is dead, how many women become widows! ”

Jun Qianche smiled: "Since the Queen does not want to die, he must be a good queen to live, not to let the Queen of the Queen become a widow."

"I don't have a conscience. If the emperor is afraid of being laughed after death, just live alive!" Mo Yan raised his chin. In fact, she didn't want him to die in her heart. Although she hated him, she hated him, hated him, and hoped that he would die soon, but now there is a voice in his heart saying: I don't want him to have something, I hope he has everything. it is good. I don't know why there is such a voice in my heart, but now she doesn't want to think about it.

"You are a stupid girl with no conscience." Once again, she pinched her pink and tender face.

Mo Yan arrogantly cocked his chin: "At that time, the emperor had already slept in the ground, and he couldn't control the courtiers. If you don't want to let the courtiers remarriage, you'd better live longer than the courtiers, so that the courtiers have no chance."

Jun Qian Che stretched out her little face and bite her teeth: "You are a little bit of a heart, if you dare to remarriage, you will not let go of you."

"The emperor, you don't want to say any more. The courtier is just a little woman. There is no ambition, no lofty ideals and ambitions. I just want to be quiet, and the years are quiet. As for the court's struggle for power, the courtiers don't understand, and don't want to understand. I don't want to participate. I only want to hide under the wing of the emperor and be a worry-free queen. What is the position of the queen, the court is not rare, and I don't want it. If the emperor dies, the courtier must Remarriage, leave the palace, never come back, after the emperor died, one person will sleep in the imperial tomb, no queen is buried with you, a person alone in the emperor's tomb day by day, one hundred years, one Thousands of years, 10,000 years, are just one person."

If one day is really gone, you are the embarrassing queen, I hope you don't be afraid, you must face it bravely. ”

"People eat whole grains, and they can't hide from old and sick. Although the emperors all claimed to be long lived, they know very well that they are just a mortal. They will be sick and old, there will be accidents, and even accidents will be much more than ordinary people. It’s fortunate to escape. It’s just to die. It’s not terrible to die. I’m afraid that the ancestors will fall into the hands of others, face the ancestors, and I’m sorry for the people. I’m afraid I can’t keep myself. The person who wants to protect.

In the heart of Mo Yan, he suddenly sighed and found that he hated listening to him. When he was white, he sneered and said: "How can you die? Your body is so good, so young, so smart, no one can Fighting over you, you are the emperor, not claiming to be a long live! People like you will not die easily, you will only let others die, others will not hurt you."

Jun Qian Che gently pulled her hand and looked at her and said softly: "Hey, if one day you really die, you must let our children sit on the throne of the throne. You must support him. Let others **** his throne."

Ink sees his appearance and is not happy: "What are you laughing at? People are going to kill you. You can still laugh. Do you really want me to be a Queen Mother? If one day I become a Queen Mother." You have long been screaming."

When I heard this, Jun Qian Che was not only angry, but the smile was deeper.

When I heard this, Mo Zhen’s heart was sour, but his face was hard: “Yes, why didn’t I think of it? I can do it too late, oh! Unfortunately, those assassins are too bad. It is a little worse."

Jun Qian Che has slightly raised his lips like a serious joke: "No, if you are really dead, the child in your stomach is the only child. If he is a boy, the future is the emperor of Huachen." And you naturally become the Queen Mother, so no one dares to hurt you, Zhen Guogong will certainly support this child."

Ink whispered his mouth and looked at him, murmured: "Cheat, how can the flesh and blood body not hurt? I really don't understand why you were so stupid that night, you have to save me in safety, but fortunately you are just hurting. Arms, if you lost your life, I am not too late for the Wenwu and the harem!"

Her voice pulled back the thoughts of the thousands of crystal clear, and coughed up to cover up her heart, faintly said: "I haven't hurt anymore."

Momo looked at the wound he had healed and asked in a warm voice: "Is it still painful?"