Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

"Come and pick Qing'er up home." He smiled faintly and said as he looked at her.

She turned her body and looked behind him. It seemed that she had met here: "Is it because of Wencheng?"

"As for a moment, Qing'er doesn't believe it, right? I just saw Qing'er standing here."

Bei Muqing was full of surprise on his face, and after a while, he laughed: "Maybe, this is fate."

His hand grabbed hers: "Is it cold? Don't stand here, get on the carriage."

Bei Muqing nodded and looked at him: "Your Majesty, let's have a good talk."

Zhongli Ye frowned when he heard her words. She knew the purpose of his trip here, because he told her when he left, but now he said he wanted to have a good talk and would not allow him to have some bad things.

Thoughts.

Bei Muqing turned around and saw Mu Qi at a glance: "Mu Qi."

When Mu Qi heard her voice, he walked over and handed her the paper bag in his hand: "Girl get in the car." He turned a blind eye to the emperor.

"Okay." Bei Muqing didn't dare to say whether Mu Qi was hostile to Zhongli Ye, but it seemed bad to look at her. She turned around and walked towards the carriage.

Zhongli Ye followed Bei Muqing and got on the carriage without saying a word.

Mu Qi drove away in the carriage expressionlessly.

In the carriage, he looked at her: "Is it cold?"

"It's okay." She blinked her eyes. The elf finally had the appearance she should have at this age, rather than being as calm and deep as usual, not as calm and deep as a woman under twenty years old.

He reached out and grabbed her hand, held it in his hand, and said nothing more. But, just like that, not long after, Bei Muqing felt her whole body warm up. She looked at him in surprise:

"you…"

"When will Qing'er be willing to rely on me?" He pressed her palm and used his internal strength to help her warm her body. It was not until her whole body warmed up that his hand changed to holding her hand and playing with her fingers.

"Your Majesty, whether you are intimate or not depends on how much you rely on. Your Majesty just thinks it is because of my temperament. You can't change it for a while." She can't learn the appearance of a lady from a noble family, but even if it's a matter of

If you are not completely attached to his life like a little girl, that doesn't mean anything.

He raised a smile on his lips: "Does Qing'er mean that I think that way?"

"Your Majesty should know that no one in the court would hope that I would like to go back." She spoke lightly, and there was no trace of worry about this matter in her tone.

"My queen doesn't need anyone else to agree. Everything that Qing'er cares about will not exist."

Bei Muqing looked up at him: "Your Majesty knows what I care about?"

"Harma."

She heard him and looked at him like this. After watching for a long time, she lowered her head and smiled slightly: "Do your Majesty still remember the reason for taking concubines that day?" Many things are not something that can be done by saying that, but

What she cared about was never the so-called harem.

Zhongli Ye was stunned for a moment, looking at her lower eyes: "Qing'er."

Bei Muqing looked up at him: "Why did Your Majesty ask me to be the queen?"

Her eyes were very focused and serious, and she couldn't see that she was worried about this matter, but she had another way of asking him to answer, and even her usual coldness was covered by this seriousness.

Even if that answer is useless, it is still inevitable to know that way.