The Lover’s Prattle

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The ceremony was cumbersome and grand, and the ministers looked at the new emperor who came over, and they were shocked by their eyes and hearts.

In the middle of the golden robe, there are flying dragons tangled from the bottom up. Everywhere is done with meticulous detail. The dragon embroidered with gold thread is three-dimensional in the clothes. It seems that the domineering flying will rise in the air in the next instant.

The size is just right, and the design of each place is very suitable for her figure. I can't tell whether the cumbersome but majestic dragon robe on her has added a bit of eyebrows to her eyebrows or the natural openness on her face set off the dragon robe. Overbearing.

Such a dragon robe could not be completed by many embroidered women in a short time. It is conceivable that the idea that He Weiwen let her be the emperor did not suddenly arise.

If Qing was not the blood of the Qin family, he succeeded as the queen and changed the country name. It can be said that the royal family of Qin country has ended here.

There is no ancestral temple to worship, no need to tell the ancestors.

Sacrifice to heaven, pray for blessing, and then the practice of the new emperor ascending the throne, amnesty the world.

Zuo Xiang has been very unhappy in the past few days. The granddaughter who stayed at eighteen was in a far cry from the benefits he had previously thought. The smoke in the family was not mentioned for the time being. This chapel was ascended by the new emperor. There will be another storm.

Zuo Xiang stepped forward and arched his hands. "His Majesty, the old man thought that His Majesty had just taken the throne. This was a good time for Daxing's initial, His Majesty's reform ..."

He Weiwen squinted for a moment, he and Zuo Xiang were not on the side, Chao Tang was very quiet, only the sound of the positive cavity of Zuo Xiangzi round the beam.

Old minister? This old man, he secretly cursed a word, directly interrupted the leftist's long story, but his posture was still relaxed and gentle. Although it is abundant, it needs to arrange a special governor to supervise the place ... "

Qing Ruo's head was too heavy, with one hand supporting the armrest of the dragon chair and the chin. He was lazily listening to Zuo Xiang's speech. When He Weiwen interrupted, he raised his eyes and looked at him. Yes, two-thirds of the ministers reconsidered, and raised their hands lazily to signal that they were quiet, and glanced at He Weiwen with high arrogance, "He knows what to do."

The smile on the corner of his mouth was lazy and presumptuous. "Although General He's proposal is not complete, look at your highest level. That's it. Let General He do it first."

Reluctantly, it seems to hate the people below.

The people below knelt down and shouted, shouting long lived Shengming or something, but felt in their hearts that if they did n’t know what to do, they were thinking about how Wei Wen would happen. The little emperor was not in this attitude to He Wei Wen.

He Weiwen stood smilingly.

Qing Ruo narrowed his eyes when he looked at his leisurely appearance, patted the armrest, hissed, and patted heavily, and his hand hurt.

But I had to put up with it, and my hands received a flutter hidden behind my body. The original arrogant voice was two more gritted teeth. "What? General He has an opinion on the imperial edict?"

He Weiwen's eyesight easily saw her little movement just now, rubbing each other between the **** of the hand behind her. Bent over and smiled respectfully, "The minister has no opinion, Your Majesty."

In the dynasty, breakfast was prepared in the palace, and Qing Ruo went directly to the palace to change clothes. The bright yellow dragon embroidery that had lost her clothes now differed only in the shape and size of the dragon and where it was embroidered.

After changing clothes, He Weiwen had sat down at the table of the imperial table. The maid took the water and Qingruo put his hands in the water and cleaned his hands. He asked impatiently, "Is the general's house too poor to open the pot?"

He Weiwen raised her eyes and glanced at her.

Qing Ruo sat down on the main seat, her sleeves were a little wide, and she began to eat with her hand in hand. He Weiwen had already moved chopsticks, and half of her food had been eaten.

All the memorials were handled by He Weiwen. If Qing didn't even use a ghostwriting, he wouldn't return to General's Mansion, just in her palace.

If Qing had no way to take him, he was in charge of his posture, but his face was impatient at any time.

Qing Ruo went in for a nap, He Weiwen dealt with the memorial, he waved his hands, and all the men in the palace retreated quietly.

She slept heavily at night. No matter whether it was night or noon, sleep became a habit. If it wasn't loud, she would not wake up.

He Weiwen reviewed several memorials, and estimated that it was almost time, got up and went inside.

The dragon bed pulled the curtain, and the figure inside was very blurred. He Weiwen stood faintly and came to her silhouette for a while before breaking open the curtain.

Originally, I didn't want to sleep, but there were too many things these days. He Weiwen lay beside her, and her breathing was tangled little by little. Her breathing was lingering with a slight wetness, and the surroundings were quiet. The slight sound of her breathing seemed to linger in his ears.

He Weiwen closed his eyes and wanted to rest, but fell asleep.

Was awakened by pinching his nose.

He woke up with a frown, and saw her looking at him with a smile on his face, seeing that he didn't let go of his nose when he awoke, instead he shook him left and right.

When the body is tired, the nap will be very deep, and he has just been awake and still in a dormant state. He Weiwen has no strength all over his body.

Watching her staring eyes flashing with a smile, her lips were pampered, and she raised her hand to hug her, pressing the person directly on her chest.

There was another bang, and she was annoyed. He let go of his nose and hit his chest, and he arrogantly called, "He Weiwen!"

"Well." He Weiwen responded to her, kissed her hair with her chin lowered, "Don't make trouble, sleep with me for a while."

She didn't fall in love, and tossed in his arms to get up.

He Weiwen wrapped her arms loosely around her, closing her eyes and letting her be troubled, and suddenly opened her eyes. The hoarse voice moved dangerously and "lay down obediently."

"Huh ~" Her nasal disdain was very disdainful, and she looked up at his eyes, "No."

He Weiwen locked her tightly, lifted her feet around, and her legs were firmly wrapped around her lower body. "Don't make trouble, I'm hard."

"..." When the words were hard, a hot guy throbbed.

Qing Ruo's face was stupid. For a moment, the expression on his face was only stupid. He avoided his eyes and his voice was dry. "Oh ... you don't say it early."

Blame him. Said earlier? Can this be said earlier? He Weiwen couldn't laugh or cry. Her body was so hot that she held her uncomfortable and close love across her clothes.

Dumb voice softened, "Okay, I'll say it next time."

Qing Ruo was still holding his head, palms resting on his chest, sweaty palms.

He Weiwen's voice was gentle and coquettish, "Don't be afraid, lean on."

Qing Ruo snorted, she really leaned down obediently, her cheek was against his chest, and her clothes were hot, which was the touch of sweat on her palms just now. There was no place for both arms, and he moved his head upwards and pinched his neck.

Good.

He Weiwen let out a comfortable sigh of relief, let go of her leg, hugged her, and turned around. The two fell asleep opposite each other. Qingruo was holding his neck, and a hand was pressed between the pillows by him. She pulled out her hand and held it gently.

"Do you like me?" He Weiwen leaned in and kissed her forehead. She was still stiff, and he collapsed as soon as he approached.

As He Weiwen didn't find it, she stared at the little hand in the palm, her ear waiting for her answer.

Two people leaned on a pillow, she shook her head, the pillow fluctuated, and her voice was small, "I don't like it."

He pulled her hand and kissed the phalanx, "Oh?" The tone was very gentle, not angry or angry.

If Qing Qing looked up at him, his voice became energetic, "I don't like it, but I don't want to marry the little emperor, I don't want to be used as a tool, I can only look for you."

He Weiwen smiled, "Yo ~ my little brain is good." It's a little bit smarter than he thought, and a little bit.

"What about now? Ten thousand people."

Qing Ruo sighed, moved his hand on his neck and moved his face firmly. He felt good, but her tone was still sad. I haven't even seen the bride at the end, and you are not even the emperor. I feel like I can't have any other men in my life except you. "

He Weiwen raised her eyebrows, turned her head and stuck out her tongue, licked her palm, then lifted her hand, kissed her, and pushed her softly and delicately with her kisses. The voice was a little fuzzy, "I guess it is Who, besides me, has the ability to make you look down on the world? "

He Weiwen let go of her lips, she leaned against his arms and gasped. He put her in her ears, also breathing a long and heavy breath, "Huh?"

In one word, the lingering epilogue spiraled into the heart from the soft auricle, picking up a light and crisp itch.

Later, Qing Ruo asked He Weiwen whether to let his son inherit the throne or let his daughter inherit the throne, He Weiwen said casually.

Qing Ruo is unhappy.

He Weiwen was practicing calligraphy. She pulled his arm and shook his whole body. The brush on his hand trembled a few drops of ink and fainted on rice paper. A long word he wrote for a long time was completely destroyed. At once.

If Qingqing didn't know it yet, she was still struggling. "He Weiwen! Come on, son or daughter?"

The servants who followed He Weiwen for a long time and the palace people who had waited for a long time directly silenced, each wishing to turn into a transparent object in an instant, all of them bowed their heads and walked away from the hall.

He Weiwen put down the writing brush, took a deep breath, turned around and carried the person directly across the dormitory to the apse, and threw the restless person onto the bed, "Yi Qingruo! You just can't clean up enough!" He said while taking off his clothes.

Qing Ruo had some clues in his head, turned over and sat up and watched him undress. "What are you suddenly going crazy?"

He Weiwen took off almost himself, bent down, stretched out her hand and dragged her feet, pulling her collar and tearing, um, she was cleaner than him.

Qing Ruo kicked him with a frown and stretched his feet, "Well, He Weiwen, you're sick! It's daytime."

He Weiwen grabbed her feet and rushed straight up. He clamped her lower body with her feet and clasped her chin with one hand.

Qing is inexplicable and uncooperative at all.

He Weiwen was afraid of hurting her, and held her gasping, "I wrote for half a month, and you just ruined it."

Qing Ruo rolled her eyes and raised her contempt, "I'm sorry, just a word, only half a month ~"

He piled him up, "Go away and don't hold me down, just write another one."

Straightening to nature is like breathing or eating with water.

He Weiwen looked at her eyes that were bright because of her anger, and the rising fire in her heart was completely clear. She cursed that she was really sick. She lowered her head and kissed her forehead, nose, eyes, all the way down.

He whispered softly, "Well, I'll write again. Will you stay with me now?"

A man who is full and eats does not need to eat. He has slept after dinner. When he wakes up, he has already turned on the lamp and there is no one around him.

He Weiwen frowned, rolled up and dressed, and asked the palace person when he went out, "Where is your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty is writing."

Write?

He Weiwen's eyebrows frowned even more. She didn't like these all the time, her steps got bigger, and she crossed the middle palace in a few steps.

She was standing at the desk, her sleeves in her right hand rolled up, and she looked a little struggling with some large writing brushes, her face stretched, her lips pursed, and she looked down at the rice paper on the desk, looking serious and serious.

He Weiwen fixed his movements, and then walked gently to avoid disturbing her, even using internal force.

The destroyed character in the morning was spread out in front of her, and her paper was spread in the back. She was holding the pen tightly and writing it word by word.

Her words have always been bad, imitating his words is barely even in appearance, let alone being flamboyant.

He Weiwen's eyebrows were stained with tenderness, holding her waist with one hand behind her, and holding her pen in one hand.

Qing Ruo turned back, tense for a long time, a little hoarse, "He Weiwen, I didn't write as well as you did."

He Weiwen kissed her face side by side and said, "Is your hand sore with such a heavy pen?"

As soon as he asked, she was very jealous, her straight back softened and leaned against his chest, a pitiful little voice, "It's sour."

He Weiwen smiled slightly, his laughter was a little shaking, and he couldn't tell whether it was more distressed or more funny.

Holding her hand and writing her down, "Let's write together?"

She nodded obediently, her hair narrowing his neck, "OK."

This word was originally a long word. He Weiwen took her hand and wrote it carefully.

The three words fell, there was the hegemony of his handwriting, and there was her innocence.

'I love you'

Qing Ruo laughed, sweet and sweet, turned to kiss him, "Me too."

He Weiwen lowered her forehead against her forehead, and gently kissed her lips. Do not have to look at it, holding her hand gently but firmly to write the last three words: a lifetime.

**

except me,

Who else has the ability to make you look down on the world?

including me.

—— [Black Box]