"Long live my emperor, long live, queen mother, thousand years old, thousand years old-" In the Hongpeng Palace, hundreds of officials and courtiers saluted Jun Mochen and Ling Ziran. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jun Mochen is holding Ling Ziran with one hand, and the other hand is behind him, Ling Ziran is wearing a bright red dress, embroidered with a few fiery red phoenixes with wings ready to fly, and Jun Mochen is wearing a dragon robe embroidered with a golden dragon, the two stand together like a pair of beautiful people, the ancients said: only envy mandarin ducks and not envy immortals!

Ling Ziran walked swayingly, if it weren't for Jun Mochen's support, it is estimated that she would have fallen to pieces, holding the phoenix crown weighing 'hundreds of catties' on her head, pulling on her body to say that there would be a dozen layers of thick clothes, and her forehead was full of black lines.

He quietly tugged at Jun Mochen's sleeve with one hand, and whispered, "Hey, when can I go?" If you don't leave, I guess I'll either be re-killed, or I'll be killed by heat, and then see where you can find a gentle and lovely beauty like me, hum! ”

Ling Ziran praised herself very narcissistically, and snorted arrogantly, as cute as she was with that little appearance.

"......" Jun Mochen glanced at her fixedly, but his heart was trembling, he had never seen such narcissism before!

Ling Ziran felt a large flock of crows flying overhead, Nima, it turns out that she said so much in vain, and people didn't listen to it at all!

sat down on the gold-inlaid phoenix chair, cleared his throat, and looked at the courtiers below with a cold face, and the ten thousand grass and mud horses in his heart were crashing, Emma, it was the first time to be bowed by so many people, it was really scared to death of this baby!

Jun Mochen saw Ling Ziran's cold face with a sideways look, this was the first time he had seen her, because he had seen too much of her scoundrel side, and now he suddenly became serious, and he was a little uncomfortable.

In fact, Ling Ziran only maintains her arrogance and coldness on the battlefield, and most of the time she looks like a scoundrel and a woman, in the words of Ling Ziran: It's okay to pretend to be forced to show anyone!

After that, Jun Mochen turned his eyes and looked down at the bottom, and lifted his thin lips, "Zhong Aiqing is flat." ”

"Emperor Xie—"

Jun Mochen turned around and said indifferently to Gonggong Liu: "Gonggong Liu, read the holy decree."

Gonggong Liu sighed, hurriedly took out a golden holy decree from his arms, thinned his throat, and spoke: "Fengtian carrier, the emperor's edict said: Prime Minister Ling has a female Ling Ziran family, because of virtue and virtue, talent and virtue, and her appearance is overwhelming, and she has my heart...... "The next is a large piece of empty praise, for which Ling Ziran expressed his shame.

"Chin this-" As Gonggong Liu's sharp duck voice fell, the courtiers below bowed again, and Ling Ziran was frightened this day, after all, the difference between ancient and modern times is still very big, and he really doesn't adapt to such a surface.

It's night

The autumn wind is wheezing, and the white and flawless lotus flowers in the lotus pond shrank shyly, leaving only the desolate lotus leaves and the small water droplets on the leaves.

The bright moonlight sprinkled down, and the figure under the maple tree was like a layer of silver light, holy like a fairy, so that people could not touch it.

Suddenly, a beautiful and desolate flute sounded, the autumn wind blew, the leaves fell, the green silk of the figure like ink under the moonlight rose in the wind, a clean white robe seemed to be elegant like a fairy, warm and elegant, the blue eyes were as deep as the vast ocean, in the dark night with a faint glow, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to be dyed with a thin sadness -

Phoenix Mandarin Palace.

Ling Ziran rubbed his sore neck, mourning again and again, and suddenly heard a burst of flutes outside, and listened attentively, as if the fatigue of the day was all swept away by the sound of this flute, and his footsteps involuntarily walked out.

Ling Zi dyed his feet lightly, listened to the flute all the way, and suddenly flew to a roof and fell, lowered his eyes and looked at the figure, so beautiful, there was a little throbbing in his heart, and he took out a small wooden flute made by himself, echoing his flute.

The person under the tree played the flute for a moment, raised his eyes and glanced at Ling Ziran, and when he saw her smiling at himself, he also gave her a gentle smile back.

The scenery of late autumn is still beautiful, and the pair under the moon is similar to an ink painting, so beautiful.