"Emperor...what should the flower deal with it..."
Changsun Yan couldn't help but call out Zhuo Yanchong, and asked carefully
It’s the first time I’m living such an old age that I’ve encountered such a difficult thing to deal with!
"Take me back to the palace in full—"
Zhuo Yanchong's cold voice came again
Changsun Yan responded respectfully, and looked at Jin Yuan who was so angry that he couldn't speak, bowed and said, "Empress, you should not argue with the emperor about this little thing..."
Jin Yuan couldn't help but roll her eyes to him, and gritted her teeth and said, "This is not a trivial matter!"
He was crazy about the blood lotus seed just now, how could it be a trivial matter?!
"That……"
Changsun Yan didn't understand Jin Yuan's thoughts, and asked with a embarrassed look: "The queen thinks this flower..."
Before he could finish his words, Jin Yuan turned her head angrily and left the back garden and threw a sentence at him
"I don't care, you can do whatever you like!"
Changsun Yan was stunned. When she thought of getting up to ask, she had disappeared from the door of the back garden and disappeared.
"well……"
Changsun Yan sighed softly, waved his hand to the stagnant guards and said, "Forget it, you can wrap this pot of flowers quickly!"
Jin Yuan actually did not leave the National Master Mansion. Although she said nothing, she was worried about Zhuo Bingshan.
She was for his own good, but he didn't even accept her kindness. His words were so cold, so angry!
The hateful blood lotus seed actually confused him!
Jin Yuan cursed indignantly, looking for Zhuo Yanchong's figure in the National Master's Mansion.
He must have not left the National Master's Mansion!
I went around the huge National Master Mansion and found many rooms, but I didn't see him.
"Zhuo Bingshan, if you don't come out, I really don't care about you..."
Jin Yuan said softly at a wall, and the light from the corner of her eyes suddenly swept a tuft of hair in the corner of the wall
She couldn't help but curiously approached and picked up the hairs, and touched them softly in her hand, which was a bit like the touch of touching her fox when she hit her back on the first day of junior high school.