The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

I only received the plot yesterday, and zz has not had time to talk about the task.

As soon as Tianliang opened her eyes, zz told her the main quest.

Pull Huangfu Wei down from the throne and look for Mingjun.

This time, there was only one task, to open the quilt, Ling Qingxuan was about to get up, but found that her husband was still sitting upright.

This is a puppet, it can sit upright without sleep at night.

Ling Qingxuan reached out and poked, and the man's body stiffened.

"The wife is awake, can you help the servant to lift a hijab?"

He hadn't slept all night, and with the cool night wind blowing, he could tell that he was a young man with a slightly hoarse voice.

[Host, please lift your hijab, they have been waiting for you all night. 】

He was found by the original owner's father, let the original owner's father lift it.

Ling Qingxuan got out of bed calmly, and was about to leave when her wrist was grabbed. Her husband's servant was not weak. Before the bones felt pain, she threw him away.

Mistress, a man should be weak, what about her husband's servant...

Just as she was thinking about it, when she was thrown, the man fell to the ground and his hijab fell to the side.

Aya Qingxuan: Touch, touch porcelain!

She didn't even look at what people looked like, and left the room with her coat.

The person who fell to the ground showed a complete face, and did not sleep all night, but the faint dark circles under his eyes did not affect his delicate face at all.

Not feminine, but not strong, the beauty mixed in between the two is indescribable to ordinary people, and the tear mole under the right eye trembles to the top of my heart.

The red makeup on his lips was slightly dry, he licked it lightly, looked at the open door, and slowly got up.

His Royal Highness King Ling, it's a bit interesting.

...

As soon as Ling Qingxuan returned to his room and changed his clothes, several servants came to serve.

She left things behind, and no one came in. She took the things to wash, do it herself, and have enough food and clothing.

This has just been sorted out, and the original owner's father came in a hurry.

"Yuan'er, why don't you sleep more? Those **** kept giving you alcohol last night. Are you healthy?"

Since the death of the original host's mother, the original host has been taking care of her father, and his daughter has become famous in battles abroad, so he will help her take care of the family affairs.

Ling Qingxuan raised her eyes, and saw Liu Cheng, dressed in the cumbersome clothes of her husband, trotting towards the sky with her plain face up.

A man, wearing heavy clothes, trot, trot over.

Ling Qingxuan's vision was a little shocking, but fortunately her father didn't speak in a coquettish voice.

"No problem." Ling Qingxuan was wearing her crown, and seeing her in the bronze mirror was quite normal, her beautiful face was full of heroic spirit, and she had no ordinary flavor.

Liu Cheng felt that his daughter's tone was a lot colder, and it was normal to think about it. After all, she fought on the battlefield all the year round and was contaminated with a lot of evil spirits.

Hesitating, he asked again, "So, what do you think of that husband? He is the young son of the Jiang family. The Jiang family is rich and rivals the country. He used to be the first of a scholarly family, so Jiang Li's character should also be good."

Although he found it on his own initiative to help his daughter, he was chosen from a thousand choices. The Jiang family was a businessman, and it was his greatest honor to be the husband and servant of King Ling.

"Good."

[It's pretty good, you haven't even come to the fortunate host! 】

What this seat is talking about is that the original owner's father chose very well, a wealthy country, Huangfuwei has one more reason to kill this seat.

[...] The original owner's fiancé is still the second son of the Prime Minister's family. The combination of these advantages is too scary.

Liu Cheng was relieved and wanted to communicate more with his daughter, but someone outside informed the Queen of the summons.

"Yuan'er, although you and the empress have a golden orchid, you still have to be careful about the etiquette of monarchs and ministers. The royal family is not so harmonious on the surface, you have to be more careful."

Knowing what Liu Cheng was worried about, Ling Qingxuan nodded to indicate that she had listened. Before leaving, she said, "It's up to my father to arrange for Jiang Fushi's affairs."

No one teaches her about taking care of her husband, so it's better to leave this to her old father.

After getting on the carriage of Prince Ling's Mansion, Ling Qingxuan knew how much influence the original owner had in Yehuang Kingdom. Just traveling, the people who saw the carriage on the street all knelt down and worshipped.

Well, there is one more reason for the queen to kill her.

It is not her fault that the ministers are respectful and the people support it.

Ling Qingxuan often rides in a carriage in the modern plane, and suddenly came back to take a carriage, and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

When getting off the bus, she said righteously to the driver of her family's palace, "Slow down next time."

Her **** hurts and her head is dizzy. After getting used to it, she can speed up.

Her coachman suddenly reminded in a low voice in horror, "Your Highness, this is going to see Her Majesty the Queen, you can't be slow, and you must not say this at the gate of the city in the future."

Well, next time I will say it as a respect at the gate of the palace.

[...Host, when you meet Huangfuwei, you must be cautious in your words and deeds, otherwise the progress of her killing you will speed up. 】

Others are going to kill your host, why don't you let me get rid of her?

[The task of emmm is not standardized, and the system has two lines of tears. The host also please understand the rules. 】

No one understands this seat.

Fortunately, there is no hidden task this time, she can concentrate...

【Host, this is not necessarily true~】

Aya Qingxuan: I believe in you.

【Whoa. 】zz is not a bad old man, it is not very bad.

Li Ru, the Minister of Rites who specially received the reception at the gate of the city, greeted Ling Qingxuan with a smile when she saw Ling Qingxuan, "Yesterday, on the night of the bridal chamber, was King Ling happy?"

Are women and women of honorable women so open? The matter of the boudoir can still be said in a loud voice.

Ling Qingxuan didn't say anything. The original owner and Li Ru were ordinary friends, and the number of exchanges was not even more than three times, and they were all business meetings.

Li Ru knew that she usually spoke little, and was only impassioned when she was in command of the battlefield, so she led the way and chatted.

"I heard that this young son of the Jiang family has been spoiled and raised since he was a child. He has never stepped out of the gate. He has never seen the cruel battlefield outside. I wonder if you are afraid of King Ling?"

Ling Yuan fought on the battlefield, and he was famous. Anyone who heard of her would respect her with fear. This pampered young master might not serve her well.

"It's okay." Ling Qingxuan's face was cold, could this woman change the subject, that Young Master Jiang was not married to her, she knew something.

One word is too much, the other word is less, Li Ru sent her to the door of the imperial study, and smiled meaningfully, "If King Ling likes rough men, I have an introduction here."

Thank you so much for this seat.

Entering the imperial study room, the smoke was smoldering in the incense burner, Ling Qingxuan looked at the 95-year-old who was sitting upright, and stood up straight.

[Host, salute, salute, be careful of those who want to beheaded~]

What the hell, she didn't dare to kill this seat for the time being.

【…】

From the appearance, Huangfuwei does have a dragon spirit, but this dragon spirit does not last long.

In the original plot, because Ling Yuan, who was most loyal to her, was killed, the forces behind her to help her gradually disappeared. In the scramble for the throne, she was killed by her own daughter.

Since then, Ye Huangguo has fallen into dire straits, and the common people are struggling to survive. Generations of tyrants have made them miserable.

Ling Qingxuan remembered that when she looked in the mirror in the morning, she herself seemed to carry a little dragon energy, probably because she was often contaminated by Huangfuwei's side.

Don't think too much, don't think too much.