Male God, a Little Su

The lights in the imperial study room were brightly lit, and the siblings were silent.

After a long time, a low smile broke the deadlock.

"laugh--"

The woman's eyebrows and eyes are delicate, like a thousand-day begonia blooming to full bloom, which is beautiful and enchanting. Her thick eyelashes were gently raised, like butterfly wings, casting a beautiful arc of light on her lower eyelids.

Yan Zhao brushed off his sleeves and sat up casually.

"One person for the rest of your life, you think of beauty. Most people in this world are trying to live together. And a few people are not what you think, you can meet, how much fate does it take?"

If you want to find a father or mother like that, you probably need to spend your life's good luck, right?

Just at this moment, the palace servants outside knocked on the door and said respectfully: "Your Highness, the princess, someone from the princess's mansion said that Mr. Yun was poisoned by the gangster and his life was in danger. Before he passed out, he left a message and said: I want to meet you."

Yan Mu's eyelids twitched, and he looked at his sister with indescribable words.

The battle in this sister's backyard is far more exciting than that in the courtroom. Hearing these words, he completely dispelled Na Fei's thoughts. If this kind of intrigue appeared in his harem, then he would be invited to comment from time to time.

Then he might as well die!

Woman, what a hassle!

Yan Zhao slowly glanced at Yan Mu and caught the fear in his eyes. He grinned, stood up and walked out.

Elegant gait and graceful posture.

Indifferent and calm words were thrown from a distance, "It doesn't matter if you accept a concubine or not, the big deal is to go to school with your uncle and choose a suitable child to inherit the throne. As for who to choose and how to train it, it's all up to you. Just remember, If you mess up this country, I will beat you to death first."

After speaking here, she walked out the door slowly.

The night is deep, like an inkstone that cannot be opened.

In the endless deep space, there are stars that are too small to reach.

Under the vast sky, human beings seem so insignificant.

She drooped her eyelids on the sedan chair, and asked, "What happened? Tell me in detail and listen to Ben Gong."

The palace servants who were serving quickly and softly told what happened in the mansion.

It is nothing more than that there are too many people, and there is a lot of competition.

The son of the bandit Yun was brought back by Yan Zhao from a trip not long ago. This person is different from the male pets in the yard. He knows a lot. No matter what Yan Zhao wants to talk about, he can follow it naturally.

From poetry and poetry to life ideals——

Oh, forget the ideals in life, Yan Zhao is just a salted fish indulging in happiness, without ideals.

In short, this young bandit Yun is not only good at playing the piano, but also very good at cooking. Moreover, the cool and noble temperament on his body really attracted a lot of Yan Zhao's thoughts.

For such a person, she doesn't mind pampering her more.

After getting off the sedan chair, Yan Zhao didn't go to see the Yun Bandit first, but sent someone to investigate the results first.

The entire Princess Mansion is under her control. At the beginning, Xiaoxue, because she had been by her side since childhood, is now the chief steward of the entire Princess Mansion, responsible for all kinds of food, clothing and personnel scheduling.

But after a while, Xu Xueyue had already received the result.

"who is it?"

Yan Zhao leaned against the soft edge, slowly blew the tea leaves standing upright in the tea water, and asked casually with his eyes down.

Don't ask about the process, just the result.

"It's Young Master Qu Han."

In fact, when Xu Xueyue came in, the face of the person standing in the courtyard turned pale. When he heard the name that belonged to him, he laughed at himself and looked at the woman sitting in the main hall through the dim moonlight.