Murong Qianqian suddenly came back to her senses, and immediately blushed and took out her fingers, cursing in her heart that she had been in the entertainment industry for so long, but today she was molested by a young boy, and she lost her soul before she had any potential.

Monster, this Xuanyuan Yao must be the incarnation of the monster.

Xuanyuan Yao was at ease, without the slightest embarrassment of being spied on, "Li Cai, why are you so anxious?"

Li Cai glanced at Murong Qianqian with a troubled expression, but he still walked to Xuanyuan Yao and whispered a few words, "Your Majesty, Shuang'er from Qichun Palace has come to report that the master of Concubine Meng is ill. This will be...

…”

Before Li Cai finished speaking, Xuanyuan Yao's face darkened, and with a flick of his sleeves, he strode towards Qichun Palace.

Murong Qianqian curled her lips when she saw this. Although Li Cai's voice was very low just now, she was so close and she was not deaf, so she could hear it clearly.

Xuanyuan Yao was so anxious when he was ill. It seemed that Meng Fei was indeed his true love.

As soon as Xuanyuan Yao stepped away, Murong Qianqian finally breathed a sigh of relief, yawned, and climbed onto the big bed with gauze tents.

After a while, he was fast asleep.

On the second day, Murong Qianqian was sleepy and faintly heard the sound of sobbing in her ears. When she opened her eyelids, she saw fragrant pear blossoms standing in front of the bed.

Murong Qianqian was confused, "Xiangmo, I'm not dead, why are you crying and crying?"

Xiang Mo wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and choked up: "My dear, just cry when you are sad. The emperor left late at night yesterday. You must have felt uncomfortable, so you stayed up all night and peeled so many apples."

Murong Qianqian was about to put on her shoes and get out of bed. When she heard Xiang Mo's meaningless words, her feet went soft and she almost fell into a dog's excrement.

Later, Xuanyuan Yao still came to accompany Murong Qianqian for dinner every day.

At night, one person was still reviewing the memorials and the other was peeling apples, as if they were in a stalemate to see who could survive the other.

The result of this secret contest was that Xuanyuan Yao read almost a year's worth of memorials in one month, and finally ordered all civil and military officials to write an ideological report for his review every day.

As for Murong Qianqian, while the apples she peeled made everyone in Lingfeng Palace gag, the market price of apples in the entire Xuanying Kingdom continued to rise.

But fortunately, Murong Qianqian always won. I don't know if Xuanyuan Yao was too sleepy or because he disliked her incomprehensible style. At about Haishi, he ordered Li Cai to return to the palace with a lantern.

Murong Qianqian finally survived a month of desperate struggle, and when the clouds cleared and the moon came out, her mood was naturally extremely high.

some day

She changed into a pale pink gauze dress, styled her hair into a beautiful flowing bun, and led Xiang Mo and Dabao to the Royal Garden.

Needless to say, the air in ancient times was so good, the sky was high, the clouds were clear, and the sun was bright.

It is midsummer, and hundreds of flowers are in full bloom in the garden. Flowers of various colors compete for beauty, like a beauty contest, which is so pleasing to the eye.

Murong Qianqian looked at the summer color of the garden, and she suddenly felt poetic and cleared her throat, "One or two flowers, three or four flowers, five or six flowers, seven or eight flowers."

"What a poem. Just listening to the first sentence of the empress is quite artistic." Dabao, who was bowing down to serve, immediately flattered with a smile.

"Do you understand poetry?" Murong Qianqian squinted her eyes and asked disdainfully.

Dabao was silent and just smiled apologetically, while Xiangmo Yingying on the side said: "Empress, what's the next thing?" Murong Qianqian suddenly came back to her senses, immediately blushed and took out her fingers, cursing in her heart, after being in the entertainment industry for so long,

Today I was molested by a young boy and I didn't say anything about it. I lost my soul before I had any potential.

Monster, this Xuanyuan Yao must be the incarnation of the monster.

Xuanyuan Yao was at ease, without the slightest embarrassment of being spied on, "Li Cai, why are you so anxious?"

Li Cai glanced at Murong Qianqian with a troubled expression, but he still walked to Xuanyuan Yao and whispered a few words, "Your Majesty, Shuang'er from Qichun Palace has come to report that the master of Concubine Meng is ill. This will be...

…”

Before Li Cai finished speaking, Xuanyuan Yao's face darkened, and with a flick of his sleeves, he strode towards Qichun Palace.

Murong Qianqian curled her lips when she saw this. Although Li Cai's voice was very low just now, she was so close and she was not deaf, so she could hear it clearly.

Xuanyuan Yao was so anxious when he was ill. It seemed that Meng Fei was indeed his true love.

As soon as Xuanyuan Yao stepped away, Murong Qianqian finally breathed a sigh of relief, yawned, and climbed onto the big bed with gauze tents.

After a while, he was fast asleep.

On the second day, Murong Qianqian was sleepy and faintly heard the sound of sobbing in her ears. When she opened her eyelids, she saw fragrant pear blossoms standing in front of the bed.

Murong Qianqian was confused, "Xiangmo, I'm not dead, why are you crying and crying?"

Xiang Mo wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and choked up: "My dear, just cry when you are sad. The emperor left late at night yesterday. You must have felt uncomfortable, so you stayed up all night and peeled so many apples."

Murong Qianqian was about to put on her shoes and get out of bed. When she heard Xiang Mo's meaningless words, her feet went soft and she almost fell into a dog's excrement.

Later, Xuanyuan Yao still came to accompany Murong Qianqian for dinner every day.

At night, one person was still reviewing the memorials and the other was peeling apples, as if they were in a stalemate to see who could survive the other.

The result of this secret contest was that Xuanyuan Yao read almost a year's worth of memorials in one month, and finally ordered all civil and military officials to write an ideological report for his review every day.

As for Murong Qianqian, while the apples she peeled made everyone in Lingfeng Palace gag, the market price of apples in the entire Xuanying Kingdom continued to rise.

But fortunately, Murong Qianqian always won. I don't know if Xuanyuan Yao was too sleepy or because he disliked her incomprehensible style. At about Haishi, he ordered Li Cai to return to the palace with a lantern.

Murong Qianqian finally survived a month of desperate struggle, and when the clouds cleared and the moon came out, her mood was naturally extremely high.

some day

She changed into a pale pink gauze dress, styled her hair into a beautiful flowing bun, and led Xiang Mo and Dabao to the Royal Garden.

Needless to say, the air in ancient times was so good, the sky was high, the clouds were clear, and the sun was bright.

It is midsummer, and hundreds of flowers are in full bloom in the garden. Flowers of various colors compete for beauty, like a beauty contest, which is so pleasing to the eye.

Murong Qianqian looked at the summer color of the garden, and she suddenly felt poetic and cleared her throat, "One or two flowers, three or four flowers, five or six flowers, seven or eight flowers."

"What a poem. Just listening to the first sentence of the empress is quite artistic." Dabao, who was bowing down to serve, immediately flattered with a smile.

"Do you understand poetry?" Murong Qianqian squinted her eyes and asked disdainfully.
Chapter completed!