"Your Majesty, these are the memorials from the southern Xinjiang area. They have been reviewed and approved. Please make your decision, Your Majesty." An old official who was nearly 70 years old slowly walked in with more than a dozen memorials in his arms. His expression was a bit stiff and nervous.
The hands were shaking slightly.
Murong Qiufeng looked at him, really worried that he would not be able to hold the memorials, so he quickly stood up, went over to take the memorials, and put them on Shangguan Ye's table.
The old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Murong Qiufeng's back gratefully.
Shangguan Ye gave a cold hum and waved his hand to indicate that he could go down.
The old man immediately felt as if he had been granted amnesty and stepped back. Even though he was walking backwards, his pace was even faster and easier than when he came in.
Murong Qiufeng looked at him running for his life and felt a little dumbfounded.
No wonder they were so scared. The Taiqing Courtyard was under low pressure all afternoon. Shangguan Ye looked very solemn and majestic when he wasn't smiling. In addition, he has been on the battlefield all the year round, with a bit of a chilling air. Now he always looks serious.
No one is afraid of a gloomy face.
Murong Qiufeng saw that Shangguan Ye was still looking at the memorial with a sullen face and said nothing. He sighed and finally spoke, "What on earth are you angry about? Is it because of the seventh princess? She is just a child."
After all, Shangguan Ye had been silent and sullen since he met Zhao Xiru, so he could only think of Zhao Xiru.
It's okay not to mention it. At this mention, Shangguan Ye's face became more and more gloomy. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Murong Qiufeng, his eyes clearly showing displeasure, "Are you speaking for her?"
Murong Qiufeng looked at Shangguan Ye's expression and became even more sure that it was indeed Zhao Xiru's fault. She couldn't help but shook her head, "I just feel there is no need to be angry for a child."
Shangguan Ye's face looked a little better now, but he still said calmly, "Fourteen is not young anymore. You should stay away from that woman in the future."
Murong Qiufeng was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but laugh, "It seems that she wants to get close to you, why am I staying away from her?" He shook his head and returned to his seat.
Shangguan Ye looked at his back, pursed his lips, and narrowed his eyes slightly. Thinking of the scene where Murong Qiufeng wiped Zhao Xiru's tears at noon, he wanted to kill Zhao Xiru.
And when he was angry, he was also angry about this. Murong Qiufeng's comfort and tenderness towards Zhao Xiru reminded him of a fact that he ignored or could ignore. Murong Qiufeng liked women.
Although the relationship between the two is hazy now, it is also because of this that he begins to worry about gains and losses.
He had already seen Murong Qiufeng's stubborn temper. It was almost difficult to change his stubbornness. If he fell in love with another woman before confirming their relationship, he could still forcefully keep her by his side, but he
But they don't want to end in tragedy and torture each other.
"What's wrong?" Murong Qiufeng sat down, picked up the pen, and looked up to see Shangguan Ye staring at him with squinted eyes, with a confused look in his eyes, which was a bit complicated and he couldn't understand.
Shangguan Ye put down his pen, stood up, and said calmly, "It's almost time, go back home."
Murong Qiufeng was stunned and turned to look at the copper drain on one side. The time had not passed half yet, so did this count as leaving early?
Suddenly I couldn't laugh or cry, "It's still early."
"It's getting late." Shangguan Ye came over directly, took the pen in his hand and threw it away, then looked at him with burning eyes.
Murong Qiufeng stroked his forehead. It turned out that Shangguan Ye also had such a willful side, so he stood up helplessly.
Just when he stood up, an announcement sounded outside.
Both of them were stunned, Your Majesty? What is the Emperor doing here at this time?
Shangguan Ye's eyes suddenly turned cold.
The emperor had strode in with his hands behind his back, "Hahaha, the atmosphere is really good."
"See your Majesty." Murong Qiufeng raised his hem and knelt down on one knee.
Shangguan Ye frowned meaningfully.
The emperor quickly stretched out his hand to make a gesture of support, "Hey, Murong Aiqing, excuse me." If it hadn't been for the distance, he might have actually helped him up, which could be seen from his eager eyes.
Shangguan Ye took a step forward, turned sideways and blocked the emperor's sight without leaving a trace, and said coldly, "Brother, why are you here?"
The emperor didn't notice anything unusual. After all, Shangguan Ye had always been so domineering.
He looked at Murong Qiufeng with nostalgia, then shook his head helplessly, and sat down aside, "Oh, I can't stand being annoyed by that girl Xiru, so I stopped by to take a look. It's Murong Aiqing's first day today.
Are you still used to doing things?"
"Back to the Emperor, Qiu Feng... will adapt to it as soon as possible." To be honest, Murong Qiu Feng was still a little uncomfortable with this kind of official tone.
"Haha, there's no need to be impatient. Take your time. That girl Xiru is making trouble at the Queen's side. Your aunt misses you too. If nothing happens later, come with me to Fengyi Palace to visit your aunt." The emperor smiled,
Looking at Murong Qiufeng, his eyes were full of smiles and full of appreciation, but his eyes were somewhat looking at the delicious food.
"yes……"
"He was about to accompany his brother to do something. I'm afraid he won't be able to go today." Shangguan Ye looked at the emperor lightly and said coldly.
The emperor's hand holding the tea cup paused slightly, and a coldness flashed in his eyes as he lowered his eyes. He took a sip of tea as if nothing had happened, and then said with a slight regret, "In this case, we can only wait for another day."
"By the way, Ye, that girl Xiru has been clamoring to go to the palace, what do you say? She is the princess of an allied country after all. It has been peaceful these past few years, and I don't want to have more wars."
Shangguan Ye smiled coldly, "Brother Huang does not want to cause a war, so he should keep her away from the palace. It is best to send her back as soon as possible, otherwise there is no guarantee that something unexpected will happen."
The warning meaning of these words is already obvious.
Even Murong Qiufeng could hear it. Looking at the emperor's slightly cold face, he frowned with some worry and looked at Shangguan Ye in confusion. Even for a brother, he was too bold. After all, he was a king.
, how can the majesty of the king of a country be offended at will.
However, the emperor had no idea. His expression only changed for a moment, and he sighed helplessly, "I'll help you clean up the peach blossoms you provoked, that's all." He stood up and said, "Since you have something to do, go ahead.
I’ll take a look here first.”
Murong Qiufeng looked at the emperor, then at Shangguan Ye, who had a bad expression, and nodded quickly, "Qiu Feng, please leave." Then he gently tugged on Shangguan Ye's sleeve.
Shangguan Ye snorted coldly and grabbed Murong Qiufeng's wrist and walked out.
"By the way, Qiu Feng, if you have time, go and see your aunt. Jun'er used to come to the palace to stay with her, and she was very happy. Now that you are back, you can talk to her more." Before the two of them were about to go,
When he stepped out of the door, the emperor raised the corners of his mouth and said lightly, but his eyes were a little hazy.
Murong Qiufeng only had time to turn her head and nod.
It wasn't until the two of them left that the emperor's face turned completely gloomy, the tea cup in his hand was thrown to the ground, and he gnashed his teeth and chanted Shangguan Ye's name.
Then he thought of something, and walked to the table where Murong Qiufeng was standing before. He lowered his head and looked at the memorial on it that he had not yet collected. He reached out and picked it up. Looking at the brief comments and elegant fonts on the memorial, he could not help but curl his lips. Sure enough,