In this way, Mo Shanghua brought ink into the palace.
Shui Mo is indifferent and doesn't talk to anyone. He only talks to Mo Shanghua, and he doesn't speak very well.
In this way, it spread throughout the harem, throughout the entire court and the public
People who don't have this start to make things difficult.
Mr. Cai, the Minister of Rites, looked at Jun Beiyu who was sitting on the dragon chair and kowtowed to him and said
"Your Majesty, I have something to say."
Jun Beiyu raised his eyebrows, casually turned over the memorial in his hand and said frivolously.
"But I don't think there's anything going on in the memorial."
Cai Su watched him kneel down and kowtow.
"Actually, it's the Queen. The Queen left the palace privately..."
The implication is inappropriate
Jun Beiyu paused while turning over the memorial, then raised his eyes to look at him
"Lord Cai, you don't need to worry about this matter. I asked him to leave the palace because of the queen, so there is nothing wrong with it."
Jun Beiyu looked at what he wanted to say and waved his hand. A cold light flashed through his eyes and his voice was cold.
"Retreat from the DPRK"
Jun Beiyu watched everyone leave, feeling countless anger in his heart.
Within a quarter of an hour, I was in front of Mo Shanghua.
Looking at Mo Shanghua lying on the wicker chair with her mouth slightly open and snoring lightly, she was enjoying the sunshine.
Jun Beiyu snorted coldly
She does enjoy it. While she enjoys it, he is still helping her to avoid difficulties.
Jun Beiyu didn't notice that there was someone else next to him and was about to walk over to wake Mo Shanghua up. Who knew...
A dark shadow stood in front of her
Jun Beiyu held back his anger
"Who are you?"
Shui Mo looked at him
in the sun
I don't know where, the breeze blew by, and the soft hair on the forehead floated, drawing an elegant arc in the air. The black hair reflected the dark eyes, like crystal obsidian, clear and containing a kind of watery tenderness.
Exquisite facial features, fair skin like a thousand-year-old jade, flawless, pale, slightly transparent, but with a cold touch
Everywhere you go, there is a fresh smell of mint, which makes you addicted.
In every gesture, he carries the graceful and gentlemanly demeanor of an English aristocrat, impeccably elegant.
Wearing yellow clothes, you look like an emperor at first glance
Shui Mo slowly moved back and met Mo Shanghua who was sleeping in the sun. Mo Shanghua frowned.
"Damn it, who is it?"
What she hates most is disturbing her when sleeping, no matter who it is
