The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman

Which man does not love beauty? Not to mention the little emperor who just fell in love recently.

Qiao Yun has been wearing bright yellow clothes since he was a child. From the princess to the emperor, except for sneaking out of the palace with Nan Jun occasionally, he has never changed into other clothes in front of everyone.

Nan Jun is dressed in festive red, tied around his waist with a black belt, making him look more handsome.

Tall and tall, like a banished fairy in the sky, tainted with the aura of the mortal world, Qiao Yun was both moved and envious.

He thought, if he could stand with her in a red dress of the same color, he would also look like a pair of Bi people sung in the drama, right?

Nan Jun squeezed Qiao Yun's chubby face distressedly, and said softly: "There will be a day when Yun'er can wear whatever she wants, eat whatever she wants, wake up whenever she wants ..."

"Yun'er is also waiting for that day to come soon."

"Let's go!"

Nan Jun took Qiao Yun's hand and walked out of Qianqing Palace. The palace attendants who followed behind him all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at them. Only Li Hanying stared at the hands they shook hands for a long time without regaining consciousness.

When he was about to step into the hall, Nan Jun stopped, and slowly let go of the hand he was holding with Qiao Yun, and turned half sideways, signaling him to go first.

Qiao Yun pursed her lips, feeling that something was missing in her empty hands, but when she looked directly into Shang Nan's eyes, she held back her words.

Nan Jun was half a step behind Qiao Yun, and followed him into the hall.

The conversations of the people disappeared immediately, replaced by neat greetings.

"I was born in the Great Treasure when I was young, so I am not good enough to govern myself. Thanks to the help of the Regent and all your loved ones, my country is well-off. Today is the New Year's banquet, and there is no need for the families of the nobles to be formal, just be more comfortable."

"Long live my emperor thank you."

"Singing and dancing..." Li Hanying shouted at the top of his voice, and immediately a group of dancers in colorful clothes moved up quickly.

The generations of Nanjun were born in rich and noble families, so they are not surprised by these singing and dancing.

It's just that because all the courtiers and family members are watching below, she can't just bury her head in eating and drinking, and occasionally raise her eyes for a few glances.

"Ahem..."

There was a light coughing sound from beside him, Nan Jun turned his head to look, and saw Qiao Yun staring at her sadly, as if blaming her for looking at other men in front of him.

Nan Jun raised the wine glass in front of him, and smiled at Qiao Yun, full of pampering.

Qiao Yun glanced at her shyly, but still raised his glass and drank it down.

The actions of the two did not escape the eyes of everyone, and the most shocked person was Du Li who was sitting behind Du Qin.

He had met Qiao Yun at the Prince Regent's Mansion. At that time, he was dressed as a man, dressed in palace attire, charming and charming.

And isn't the emperor sitting on the throne who is exchanging cups with Nan Jun the little prince he saw that day?

But the emperor was named a princess when the first emperor was alive, so how could he be a man?

Could it be that they only look a little alike, or maybe that Yun'er is the emperor's brother?

"Sister, does the emperor have any brothers?"

Du Li leaned close to Du Xin's ear and asked in a low voice, but looked at Qiao Yun who was sitting there without blinking.

"The first emperor passed away early, and the queen has nothing to do. There is only one queen who was born by Li Shijun in the palace, and she is the current emperor."

Du Xin glanced at the emperor who was sitting in the first place, and told his brother about this almost well-known thing.

Du Li was startled, a bold idea popped up in his mind, and he suppressed it again.

"Then... Li Shijun's family has a son of the right age for the emperor?"

Li Shijun's natal family is not very powerful. Although Li Shijun's only daughter became the emperor, the Li family was never promoted because the queen always listened to the government.

Later, with Li Shijun's death, the Queen also left shortly after, and the handle of this power was transferred to Nan Jun's hands again.

Therefore, Li Jiakong has blood with the emperor, but he has never received any great benefits.

"It seems that there is no such a big man in the direct line, and the collateral line is not clear."

Du Xin casually threw a piece of orange into his mouth, and looked at Du Li curiously.

"Why do you suddenly care about the emperor? You...you don't want to marry Jiuqian, but you want to enter the palace and become a servant?"

Du Xin exaggeratedly whispered, although the emperor's status is noble, but nine thousand years old is not bad!

Besides, anyone with eyes can tell that Nanjun is more suitable to be a wife!

It's just that Nanjun has repeatedly stated to her face that she would not marry Du Li as her husband. If Du Li wanted to enter the palace, their Du family would be able to keep him in the East Palace.

Du Liqiao blushed, and cast a dissatisfied glance at Du Xin.

"Sister, what are you talking about? I didn't..."

Thinking of Du Li's age, Du Xin couldn't help but sigh.

"A Li, since she has no intention of being interested in you, why are you so stubborn about it? In my opinion, the emperor is not bad, at least he has a gentle temper, and he won't kill people at every turn."

Du Li pursed his lips and lowered his head, his sister's words seemed to hit his mind again.

"Besides, after two years the emperor will be in charge, and the regent will lose power, so he will be no different from our Du family. To be the emperor's servant, after all, is the honor of being under one person and above ten thousand people!"

Du Xin was still persuading Du Li, but Du Li's thoughts had gone to nowhere.

"Sister, I'm going out to get some air..."

Du Li didn't want to listen to those words that persuaded him to let go. He had only one wish since he was a child, and that was to marry Nan Jun.

Now everyone told him to let go and find another lover, how could he do it so easily?

Du Li is not stupid, how could he fail to see that Nan Jun didn't have him in his heart?

That day Nanjun treated Na Yun'er clearly because he was different from him, no matter how stupid Du Li was, he could still tell.

Thinking of Yun'er, Du Li couldn't help slowing down, and the appearance of the little prince in his mind overlapped with the emperor's again.

Others may not be able to tell that they are the same person, but Du Li can recognize them. He has been good at drawing since he was a child, and everything he has observed with his heart seems to be engraved in his heart.

If the current emperor is a man who disguises himself as a woman to deceive the world, then... isn't that a capital crime of beheading?

This thought quickly overshadowed Du Li's previous sadness. He just didn't dare to imagine why the former emperor lied such a big lie.

The absent-minded Du Li walked forward with his head down, not noticing the person coming in front of him, and bumped into the person's arms.

"what…"

Du Li backed away with a cry of surprise, and also surprised Nan Jun who was walking towards him.

"Be careful... Ah Li? Are you okay?"

He was so absorbed in thinking about Qiao Yun that Nan Jun was negligent and bumped into Du Li who was also concerned.

Hearing the familiar voice, Du Li blushed and waved his hands.

"Ah Li is fine, why is my cousin here?"

"Singing and dancing are too boring, come out and take a breath."