My Empress is My Bad Girl

"The minister knows."

"You know this is the harem, right?"

"Also know."

"You don't go home to sleep in the middle of the night, but sneak in the harem. Are you looking for death?"

"Your Majesty doesn't know anything. The harem of our Majesty the Queen of Northern Qi is all men, there are no women. Why are you afraid that I will stay in the harem by myself?"

"Are you one of the queen's men?"

"That's not it."

"If you continue like this, I think it will be done soon." Zhao Yuanjing said lightly.

"That's impossible. I am loyal to our Jiatang Tang."

Han Yu laughed, and jumped down as soon as he moved, and a breath of alcohol rushed into his face.

Zhao Yuanjing frowned, stretched out his hand and waved.

Fortunately, the wind and snow were so heavy that the alcohol was quickly blown away.

Han Yu took off his cloak and threw it to Zhao Yuanjing.

Zhao Yuanjing ignored it.

Let the cloak fall to the ground, and in a blink of an eye it was filled with snow.

Han Yu didn't care, and handed it over the jug: "Drink a little, this is the strongest wine in Northern Qi. Take a sip to make sure you are all warmed up."

Zhao Yuanjing took it smoothly, raised his head and took a sip.

The entrance is spicy.

He felt happy.

Han Yu squinted at him: "Your Majesty, I'm all this age, how come you look like a teenager?"

"You are older than me."

"I'm not much older than you."

"Stop talking nonsense. What's wrong with the old?"

"It's not good to be old. Hair turns white, wrinkles increase, cheeks droop, eyes are muddy, slow to move, and dusky." Han Yu broke his fingers, "You tell me, what's so good about always?"

Zhao Yuanjing was silent for a long time and whispered: "Isn't it happy to be able to grow old with my beloved person?"

Han Yu smiled and said: "Your Majesty, the relationship between you and the Queen Mother is enough to make the world envy. If there is any other couple in the world who can really love as ever and grow old, then only you are."

Zhao Yuanjing shook his head slightly, with a bitter expression, raised his head and took another gulp of wine.

Han Yu noticed something was wrong, and hurriedly grabbed him: "Your Majesty, this wine is very strong. You can't drink it like that. You will soon get drunk. I think you have been looking melancholy. Did something happen?"

Zhao Yuanjing sighed: "You're not an outsider, so I'll just say it straight. Dai'er is about to die."

"What?" Han Yu was taken aback, "How could this be? I watch the queen mother's complexion..."

He recalled Yun Dai's appearance, and he seemed to have some enlightenment. After a moment of silence, he whispered, "It's really not good."

Before, I only felt that Yundai was too thin and her skin tone was too fair. But because she was young and beautiful, and her smile was sweet, she ignored them all.

After Zhao Yuanjing mentioned this, he reacted.

"The queen mother is sick? What's the disease?" Han Yu asked.

"do not know."

"Even the old fellow Ouyang Jian can't get a diagnosis?" Han Yu pondered, "Well, I'll show it to the Queen Mother tomorrow."

Although he is a monk, he has been smart since he was a child, learned a lot, and has also studied medical skills. Has been an ascetic monk and has a lot of knowledge.

Yun Dai learned the witchcraft art from him.

It's a pity that Yun Dai's situation is not simply sick.

Moreover, Zhao Yuanjing couldn't explain to him, only that Yun Dai's body had reached the point where it was incurable.

These words woke up Han Yu's frightened wine.

The snow fell on the body, and the whole body was cold.