Beloved Empress

The mother sighed: "You don't understand your temperament! He is the daughter slave. As long as it is what your two sisters said, it is more useful than the sacred purpose. I still remember that you wanted to be jealous, don't let him, he I immediately drove people away. So as long as he is happy with him and he is happy to let him do anything, in his eyes, the daughter is right to do anything, so we can't listen to what we are."

"If the temperament of the scorpion does not change, I am afraid that the relationship with the emperor will come to an end sooner or later. And if the ninety-nine goes on like this, not only will it be dead, but it will also involve the entire Mohist." Mo Chengxuan worried. .

The mother comforted: "Xuan Er, don't worry too much. I think it is only a moment of curiosity. When she waits for a few days in the military camp, she will leave if she feels boring. The mother will find a chance to talk to her. ”

"I hope that as the mother said." Mo Chengxuan shook his head helplessly.

As night falls, the sky is starry, like a grain of gold, scattered in the sky like thick ink. At this moment, the Royal Palace is so quiet, quiet can only hear the rustling of the wind blowing leaves.

A sneaky figure fled to the Royal Palace and looked around for the imperial lavatory.

This person is not someone else, it is the ink sorrow, did not succeed in the daytime, so take the night as a shelter, once again came to the Royal Palace.

Ink Jiujiu won the military champion and entered the military camp. This incident has strengthened her determination to wear it back as soon as possible. She does not want to be buried here for the Mohist people.

She has sent people to inquire, and tonight, Jun Qianche went to Yang Shihan of Guining Palace early, so this club should be lingering with the beauty! She must take a look at his latrine tonight, hoping to wear it back smoothly.

Ink has entered the special latrine of Junqian very smoothly. It is said that the latrine used by this emperor is different. Compared with other latrines, it is too gorgeous. It is not too late to find a way to go back.

So the ink smashed and beat in the latrine, hoping that there would be a strange phenomenon.

Because the light of the latrine was dim, and the concentration of the ink smuggler was placed on the search, so the ink scorpion went behind the brocade, continued to touch carefully, and suddenly touched the two knots. The temperature of the thing, looked up inexplicably, and shocked her to open the mouth, the chin almost dislocated: "Emperor, the emperor -" Hey, she touched the legs of Jun Qian Che.

Looking down, when I saw somewhere, I screamed immediately: "Ah! Rogue."

Jun Qian Che lowered her head along her line of sight and immediately yelled: "Get out -"

Mo Yan was scared to run out.

After a while

In the palace of Jun Chie.

Jun Qianche sat on the soft collapse and snorted.

Ink squatted like a smug little daughter-in-law and lowered her head.

"Talk about it! What are the plans for the hustle and bustle of the big night?" Jun Qianche finally spoke up, although the tone was calm, but it gave people a sense of oppression.

"Trying?" Mo Yan looked up at him and smiled and said: "Is the emperor, is the word too serious? What can I do to go to the emperor's latrine? Chen is worried about the emperor going to the latrine to forget the toilet paper. So go check it out." Hey, he is not going to Yang Shihan Palace! How come back?

Jun Qian is black and sly, and he shoots a dangerous atmosphere.

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"Next edit." Jun Qian Che's tone can kill people.

Hey! The ink smudge expression is stiff and can't be played.

Once again, I changed my mind and smiled and said: "The emperor, in fact, in fact, the courtiers come tonight just want to see you. As the saying goes, life is always crazy for one person, so I don’t want to come here. Since the courtiers married to the emperor, the heart of the courtiers must know the emperor. The courtiers are only more mad for you in this life. There is only one attempt at the courtiers, that is, with you, time is subtraction, see one side. Therefore, the courtiers should cherish the opportunity to meet with the emperor." Hey! Ink, why don't you hit the wall! Can you still say something disgusting?

Jun Qianche looked at her, although she knew that she was just saying that she was going to get out of it, but his heart was inexplicably happy, and asked faintly: "Do you not regret when you marry?"

Momo immediately shook his head: "How come! Can marry the emperor, the courtier is like the clam shell lang into the pit, there is food and drink, comfort and happiness, how can it -"

"Ink--" Jun Qian is angry and gnashing his teeth.

Ink immediately explained: "The emperor, the courtier is not to compare you to a beggar, the courtier just wants to say that he is very happy with the emperor." Immediately ran to Jun Qian Che, please flattered him to help him shoulder: "The emperor The courtiers can't talk, but the courtiers can tell the loyalty of the emperor. If there is a trace of infidelity, it will be thundering."

"Boom!" Suddenly there was a thunder.

Ink stunned and sat down on the soft couch. He smiled at the sorrowful look of the monarch: "Oh, it must be blaming others! There are too many people lying in the world, and the emperor must misunderstand." It is."

Jun Qian's nephew is as cold as ice, and the body slowly approaches her. The cold question asks: "I wonder, in the Queen's heart, what kind of woman is unfaithful to her husband? Going to bed with other men can count Are you loyal to your husband?"

"Hey!" What did it mean when he didn't understand what he said? In the face of Jun Qian's closeness, he was scared to lean back: "The emperor, the courtier felt - ah -" Jun Qian Che suddenly grabbed her shoulders and dumped her on the soft collapse.

Ink stunned and forgot to talk, watching a little closer to Jun Qian, the little heart leaping.

Jun Qian Che extended the slender and beautiful palm to lift her chin, bowed her head and slowly approached.

The sudden style of painting made the ink head empty, and even the resistance was forgotten.