Beloved Empress

The semi-fragrance looked out of the sky and reminded me: "If you want to leave with the Seven Kings, you must be as soon as possible, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to go out later."

At this time, a small palace girl trotting all the way into the ink palace, it is difficult to hide the happy: "The goddess, good news, good news, the guards outside the Fengyang Palace were removed, the emperor canceled your Forbidden, the case of Dongxun was closed. The death of Dongxun was made by two palace ladies in the Winter Palace. They had been tortured by the winter scorpion, so they hated the winter scorpion, and they killed the Queen’s maiden after punishing the winter scorpion. The winter scorpion is buried in the rose garden. If it is a crime, it will be blamed for the empress of the empress. Now the emperor has already let the scorpion find out the true image. The death of the winter scorpion has nothing to do with the maiden. From now on, the maiden can recover freely. ""

Momo lived.

Banxiang happy said: "Great, congratulations to the goddess, He Xi Niangniang, the maiden is fierce, and it's okay."

Ink is still in the same place, and he can't think of it in his heart: What happened? According to the Seven Kings, this matter can't be separated from oneself. Jun Qian Che should know this. Why does he not cure his own sin?

"The emperor drove!" The sound of the announcement came out, pulling back the thoughts of Mo Yan's wandering.

Jun Qian Che, an ink-colored gilded casual dress, came in, and the dragons and tigers stepped, and the majesty and domineering.

Ink immediately salvage: "Chen Chen sees the emperor."

"Get up!" Jun Qianche looked at her, his hands behind him.

"Xie Huang Shang." Mo Yan stood up straight and looked at him, smiled and asked: "The emperor, so late, how do you think about coming to the court here?"

Jun Qian is faint: "Look at the Queen is not there."

In the heart of the ink, the face was still a light smile: "The emperor will really laugh, the big night's minister is not in the palace, where will he go?" Isn't this goods knowing that he wants to leave with the Seven Kings? Impossible, if he knows, he should have ordered to kill himself. How can he talk to himself so calmly? Don't scare yourself.

"You already know about the winter scorpion!" Jun Qian Che crossed the ink, and went to the throne to sit down.

Momo immediately turned to face him, nodding his head: "Chen Chen already knows."

"This is the end of the matter, the Queen's heart can be put back into the stomach." Jun Qian Che tasted the tea that was half-scented.

Ink faint smile, my heart is very tangled, what does Jun Qianche mean, is it suggesting that she tells the truth? If you pretend not to know, will you anger him? In fact, in the end, Dong Biao is not the deceased, she does not know, if it is, Jun Qian Che does this, no doubt saves himself, should he take the opportunity to admit his mistake? But if he admits wrong, will he threaten himself with this matter? so tangled.

After some entanglement, Mo Yan decided to bravely say the truth: "The emperor, the courtiers heard that the death of Dong Yu was due to the small production plus the death of the three fingers, and the minister did not know the winter. I have a royal emperor, so she is a little bit ill, her guilty is guilty, and there are three fingers."

"Okay, the result of the investigation was sent by the two palace ladies in her palace. It has nothing to do with the queen. The queen remembers." Jun Qianche looked at her.

Ink and sputum, immediately surrendered: "Yes! Chen Yu remembered." The meaning of Jun Qian Che is that no matter whether she is killed or not, is he not pursued? When did he become so kind? Or does he have another purpose? Oh! I understand that I must take care of the Mohist family, I hope to spare myself, to get the loyalty of the Mohist family, and to let him be grateful to him and help him to say good things in front of the town Guogong, ah! Jun Qian Che is really a kind of boy.

After the business was over, the two fell silent.

Mo Yan quickly runs the brain, hoping to find an excuse for Jun Qian to leave quickly, but today's things are too ups and downs, so that her brain cells are too tired, now they are in the strike phase, so the head is blank.

However, the accident was that Jun Qianqi took the lead in breaking the silence between the two: "There is a lack of a review of the day, and the Queen is relieved of the first song."

Bored? This iceberg face also knows what is stuffy? Doesn't he know that someone else is really boring when he is with him?

"Hey, the emperor, since you are tired, you should go back to rest earlier, don't listen to the music all night long!" Let this girl play the piano, this is not to ask the blind man to ask for directions, to borrow a comb from the monk - it is difficult!

Jun Qian Che looked at Mo Yan, and the voice was cold: "Is the Queen not willing to play the piano?"

Mo Yan wants to answer: Yes. However, she was afraid of the majesty of Junchao. She could only deny her heart: "Is it not the emperor, how can the courtiers not want to play the piano to the emperor! Just--only the hand of the courtier was accidentally burned by the tea in the afternoon, so It’s very painful, I’m afraid I can’t play the piano, or else! The courtiers gave the emperor a dance.” Moh immediately put his hands on his chin and moved his neck. In modern times, she has deep research on dance. What classical dance, modern dance, and ethnic dance can't help her, but playing the piano, she really won't.

Jun Qiane heard that her hand was hurt, and she felt a little worried, but the face was still cold and cold, and the tone was cold and cold: "Come here."

"Hey!" Mo Yan's face is timid: "Imperial, the courtier is not a hand injury, can't you play the piano? This is not a crime!" This guy should not want to blame himself for this reason!

Jun Qianche was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, her arms extended, pulled her arm, let her sit on her side, raised her hand, and the back of her left hand was really red.

In fact, Mo Yan did not lie. Since the Seventh King at noon told her that the death of Dong Yu was related to her, she was uneasy and could not calm down her mind. So when she was drinking tea, she accidentally overturned it. Splashed on the back of the hand, simply tea is not hot, otherwise this hand is afraid to be scrapped.

"It's useless. You can also get a hot tea." Jun Qian is cold and cold.

When Mo Yan heard this, he angered and counterattacked: "Yes, the courtier is useless, no more than Yang sister. If so, why should the emperor come here? If the emperor is coming to the court, now the emperor is ready, you can go. Now!"

Jun Qian is cold and cold, and he stands up and is not happy: "Unreasonable."

Ink squirted his tongue toward the back of Jun Qian.

Half-scented helpless sigh: "Mother, why can't you talk to the emperor well!"

"Is it not good for him to tell him? It is obvious that he deliberately found him. OK, let alone he is blocked, I am sleepy, take a bath, sleep." Mo Yan walked toward the inner room. The winter scorpion has finally been solved. No matter what reason Jun Qian is, for any reason, he is temporarily safe, relaxed, and sleepy immediately.

After bathing, Momo sat in front of the vanity mirror and combed his long hair.

Lin Gonggong suddenly came: "The old slave sees the Empress."

"Lin Gonggong, you are not waiting for the emperor, what is going on here in this palace?" Mo Yan felt very strange.

Lin Gonggong took out a porcelain bottle: "The goddess, the emperor knows that your hand is hurt, and specially let the old slave come over and give this bottle of medicine to the goddess. This medicine is very useful for the burns on the hands of the mother."

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