Beloved Empress

However, Mo Zhen still did not forget to ask questions in his heart, and asked the question that Jun Qian was puzzled: "The emperor, we are going to

He was just holding him for a long time. Although he was guarded in his arms, his face and hands were frozen and cold. At this time, he sat in a warm carriage and held Tang Po, really warm.

The carriage was covered with thick cushions, and the cushions that were stepped on under the feet were made of animal skins. There were soups in the carriages and small stoves like incense burners, which were warm but safe.

Although from the outside, the carriage is very ordinary, very inconspicuous, but found inside, very gorgeous, very warm.

Jun Qian Che pulled a suspicious ink, and got on the carriage, the carriage began to drive on the snow.

At this point, a carriage came over to them.

Soon, Jun Qian Che flew out of the palace with ink. It landed in a dark place outside the palace.

Mo Yan likes the feeling of being hovering in his arms. His arms are very warm, although there are no protective measures to fly in the air, but with his powerful arms, he feels the safest, even if the world's strong safety rope, there is no sense of security from his arms.

The snow is still down, he is flying with him, the snow is on his face, some pain, some cold, but it is nothing, compared with the beauty at the moment, too negligible.

The ink stunned, and then the corner of his mouth burst into a happy smile, flying in the air, looking at the white world below, so beautiful!

Jun Qian Che suddenly held the ink into his arms, held tightly, and then flew up.

And Mo Yan felt very interesting, I didn't expect the foot to be so interesting on the thick white snow.

Just a few steps away, Jun Qianche saw the footprints left on the ground, and the sound of his feet on the snow, his brows were slight.

Ink did not leave the house today, the snow outside was really thick, and the foot was on the snow, making a loud noise.

Jun Qianche helped her to put a thick cloak on her body, holding her hand and going out to the outside.

Soon, Mo Yan put the clothes on.

The words of his ink are warm in his heart.

Jun Qianhe shrugged: "As long as you can be with you, it doesn't matter what you do."

Mo Yan was amused by his words, and joked: "You should not do the emperor in the next life, otherwise an emperor, a woman who lives and swears, will be jokes."

Jun Qian is a good temper: "This life is the life of the empress to marry him, the next life, chasing you, you will marry you."

Ink nose: "Think of beauty, I will be far away from you in my next life, don't marry you!"

Jun Qian Che listened to her grievance and smiled: "If this is the case, then the emperor will still let the Queen owe it, so that the next generation of empresses will still come to visit."

After taking the clothes in the hands of Jun Qianche, he blamed him: "The courtiers must have been owed to the emperor, and they have been sent to pay debts in this life."

When Momo saw it, he immediately shouted: "I wear it myself." This guy is ironic to pick himself up, and he doesn't know which wind he smokes. If he really wears him, if he is not honest. It’s not dangerous to touch it, so for safety reasons, it’s better to wear it yourself.

Jun Qian Che no longer spoke, directly licking the quilt and taking her clothes.

Inklessly yelled at him, complaining: "The emperor, do not bring you so bully."

"It's a little lazy, but you have to go out tonight, or you will regret it, hurry up, or - don't help you wear clothes." Jun Qianche laughed bad.

Mo Yan tightened the quilt: "Chen Chen does not want to see now, just want to stay in the bed, now it must be very cold outside, it will directly freeze people into popsicles, and the minister will look down, go to the emperor to go! The courtier can't be accompanied."

"Go out to see the snow." Jun Qian Che Jian eyebrows slightly pick, smiled.

Mo Yan brows slightly, very eager for the warmth of the bed, not pleased: "So late, such a cold day, go out and do?"

Jun Qian Che raised his hand again and knocked on her little head and said: "Come up, take you out."

Moh is still thinking about what he meant.

Jun Qian Che helplessly scraped her nose and said: "You are really a little grinding thing, you can rest assured, I will not treat you tonight." If you really want to treat her, just kiss that, It’s not just a little bit of water, because there are important things to do tonight, so I don’t dare to kiss her deeply, afraid that I can’t resist the urge to want her. Every time she approaches her, she has magical power to attract. Hold him, let him not extricate himself.

The ink was accelerated by the heartbeat he said, and his voice was stuttered: "The emperor, the courtiers, the courtiers, the courtiers, and still, are not prepared for it! You, you said that you will not force the courtiers." ""

Jun Qian Che suddenly snapped her kiss on her lips and shouted in her ear: "The attempt to be embarrassed is very simple, want you."

"I, I am not a locust in your stomach, how do you know what you think?" Mok turned his head and did not look at him.

Jun Qian Che suddenly approached her and said in a tone: "I really want to have an attempt, what I want in my heart, you should be very clear!"

Ink white gave him a look, snoring: "Nothing is smug, who has a tacit understanding with you? I don't sleep at night, sneak into my room, what is the attempt?"

Jun Qian's mouth twitched a gentle smile, and she helped her to understand the haircut: "I don't want to scare you. I want to wake you up softly. Who knows that you suddenly wake up, it seems that you and you are still awake." Really very tacit."

Momo immediately sat up, by the light of the snow shining from the window, faintly saw the person sitting in front of him, angry and clenched his fist and fell on Jun Qian Che, unknowingly hit twice, complaining Road: "Jun Qian Che, you really hate it! I don't sleep in the middle of the night, come here to scare me."

Seeing that she was no longer struggling, Jun Qian’s handle was removed from her lips.

When I heard this sound, the ink in the struggle was quiet.