Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

As soon as the envoy of Beiming left, a eunuch hurriedly ran in: "Emperor, Emperor."

Zhongli Ye frowned: "What's the matter?"

"Emperor, Miss Qing'er is going to the imperial study room to find the emperor." Because the emperor had ordered, but Miss Qing'er thought that no one could stop her? So he was so panicked.

"Qing'er?" Zhongliye raised his eyebrows. The number of times she came to him in person, and counted, she couldn't use up a single hand: "I understand, go down."

"Yes, the emperor."

As soon as the report was reported here, a voice came from the door: "Miss Qing'er is here."

He stood up, walked towards the door, and greeted him in person.

When Bei Muqing walked in, he looked suspiciously at the little eunuch who had left, and the next moment he saw Zhongli Ye approaching her.

"Is Your Majesty busy?" she asked with a smile, glanced around, and was worried that it would have really disturbed him.

Zhongli Ye just smiled and took her hand and walked inside: "Qing'er came over as soon as the matter was handled. What? Is there anything wrong with Qing'er coming to find me?"

"If you have nothing to do, can't you come to find Your Majesty?" Does the words make up for each other? Unfortunately, she gave him the feeling that the two of them had not reached this point yet.

"I hope Qing'er will come every day, but now, I'm really curious."

Bei Muqing's hand took the initiative to hold his hand, his eyes shining brightly at him, and a smile faintly on the corner of his mouth. No matter how you look at it, Little Diwoo felt tempting: "It will be the birthday of Your Majesty in two days, right?

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"How could Qing'er know?" He was curious.

Bei Muqing smiled and said, "Your Majesty isn't you curious that I'm going out every day? It's just to give Your Majesty a birthday gift."

The surprise was replaced by emotion: "Qinger is my best gift."

"Don't forget your original intention if you say something nice." The vixen's voice sounded at the right time.

Bei Muqing didn't hear that giggle: "Your Majesty, I'm not a gift."

"For me, Qing'er is the best gift God has given me." He lowered his head, looked at the two of them tangled fingers, looking so close, and separation was so easy.

It was like her, and the deep palace courtyard seemed to die in it when others came in, but the deep palace courtyard could not trap her in the end. He knew, he always knew it, but he was helpless.

What he wanted was not to break her wings and trap her, but to want her to be by his side willingly: "Qinger." He spoke again.

"An?" Bei Muqing looked at him. His eyes were too complicated and too affectionate. She felt a little unbearable.

"No matter where Qing'er came from, what is your plan, I don't care. I just think Qing'er is a gift from God." The hand held her hand tightly, and I wanted to hold it like this, and I have always been

Not separated.

It’s like when the two met in that hot spring pool for the first time, no matter how they are, they should be his person in this life!

Bei Muqing looked at him and suddenly became silent. That possessiveness was probably even more affectionate than when Midsummer saw ten thousand taels of gold! It was inevitable.

Fortunately, she has always been a person who is just as good as she can't be strong at all. Otherwise, such a fierce possessive desire would probably make people rebound further.