Mo Qingqing felt that he must be in a dream now, otherwise how could he open his eyes and see the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty kneeling at the bottom of the steps, all the way from the hall to the outside of the hall.

And she took a closer look, this seems to be the place where the emperor went to the early dynasty, wait a minute, it looks like a head, this is the Jinluan Palace!

She almost fell off the dragon chair. Isn't this what the emperor was like in his early dynasty? How did she meet her?

This position under his ass...... Didn't the emperor sit?

She was full of black lines, shaking her head vigorously to sober herself up, but she didn't know when she was wearing a particularly heavy thing on her head, and her neck almost bent her neck when she moved, and the little eunuch next to her stood straight and straight, with an expressionless face, and she didn't know what to do.

She couldn't help but be depressed by the crown on her head, her eyes touched the clothes, she was wearing a glittering dragon robe, and a golden dragon with teeth and claws Pan Heng was on her chest.

By all indications, she is now the emperor.

Mo Qingqing patted his cheek, he must be dreaming.

No, you have to wake up quickly, close your eyes and count for three seconds and you'll wake up.

So she closed her eyes, grabbed the dragon chair with both hands due to nervousness, and opened her eyes after silently reciting three sides in her heart, the ceiling in hope did not appear, and the opposite was still a Manchu official.

Ahhh She panicked, she seemed to have really crossed over!

She raised her wide sleeves, with a look of disgust, she was also crossing, why did she want to cross into a man as a woman, could it be that she was too man in her previous life and the heavens couldn't see it?

She grimaced.

Thinking of the important reality that she might be a man now, she felt a free hand touch her neck down.

It's okay, it's still there.

What a fart! Now the question arises again, she is a woman sitting on this and pretending to be an emperor, she is not surnamed Wu.

She is now sitting like a needle prick, eager to catch someone to ask, but the distance between the ministers and her is relatively far away, and the little eunuch next to her has a straight face, and her waist is straight, she doubts whether she is the emperor or that little eunuch is the real emperor.

She rubbed her temples, what was going on.

"Your Majesty, is the dragon body uncomfortable?" Mrs. Xie, who was standing in front, noticed that the emperor began to change a little slightly after a stick of incense, and the topic just said did not continue to be discussed, the emperor opened his eyes for a while and closed his eyes for a while, looked at his legs for a while and touched his hands for a while, how did he not know that the emperor had this habit?

"Huh?" Mo Qingqing was embarrassed for a moment, looking dazed: "What did you say?" ”

"Ah, Your Majesty, are you unwell with a dragon, if the dragon is unwell, go down and rest quickly." Mrs. Xie was in a cold sweat, what's wrong with the emperor today? Have you forgotten jì again?

Mo Qingqing looked at the minister who was frowning at her, she couldn't understand what the minister wanted to express.

And she didn't even know what the official position of this minister was, or even how many grades she had, when she saw a big bird on his official uniform.

This old lady is also a tragedy, her eyes are sour, why hasn't the emperor understood yet? How to look at him vigorously.

In the end, the Taifu who had no choice could only give her a mouth shape to retreat from the dynasty, and Mo Qingqing suddenly realized, sat upright on the dragon chair, and said in a low voice as low as possible: "Retreat from the dynasty." ”

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

Mo Qingqing listened to this sentence, which she had heard no less than five hundred times on the TV, and retreated.

Mo Qingqing said that she was under a lot of pressure.

Mo Qingqing, who was carried to the dormitory by someone, sat on the dragon bed and took off the crown on his head, this thing was so heavy that he almost broke his neck.

She took down the bronze mirror on the counter, and the reflection in the bronze mirror was a very delicate face, she took a photo, and it looked similar to her previous life, but this time her face was a little rounder.

Okay now, she patted her cheek, what a dream, this is not a dream at all, this is a fact, she! True! Target! Wear! Exceed! Finish!

The scene in the novel really made her meet.

Before the buttocks sat outside, he heard the sharp voice of the little eunuch: "Mrs. Xie asks to see you." ”

Mrs. Xie? Mo Qingqing felt that she had tidied up her appearance, pretended to be solemn, and lowered her voice: "Let him in." ”

Taifu Xie, who is over fifty years old, is the one who has just squeezed his eyebrows for the emperor.

"Your Majesty, you are scared to death of the old minister, almost I can't explain to the emperor." Before Taifu Xie could speak, he wiped the corners of his eyes, "How could you be so careless!" Mrs. Xie added

Mo Qingqing looked dazed again, she hadn't accepted the plot of the body master in her previous life, how could she know what Mrs. Xie said?

Mrs. Xie began to gush: "Your Majesty, a year ago, the emperor handed you over to the minister, so that the minister would assist you in governing the country and become a generation of Ming monarchs, for the question of you being a woman, the minister has helped you keep it secret until now, why do you ......?"

"Stop, stop," Mo Qingqing felt that Mrs. Xie was even more nagging than her mother, "Why is the first emperor, Ah No, why does Emperor Ama have no son, only one daughter?" "Isn't the emperor good?

Mrs. Xie wiped a handful of tears again: "The emperor has four sons, four of whom died not long after they were born because of congenital deficiencies, the prince went out to play in the mountains and rivers because he had no intention of inheriting the throne, and he didn't come back for a long time, the second prince and the third prince died in the competition for the crown prince's position, and the first emperor could only hand over the throne to you." ”

Wow.

Mo Qingqing was stupid, so cruel?

So...... Yourself miserable?

Mo Qingqing wants to go out and get the eldest prince back.

"Your Majesty? Emperor? Mrs. Xie noticed that the emperor was distracted: "Your Majesty, are you okay?" ”

Mo Qingqing came back to his senses and said, "It's okay, it's just that I just got distracted, go on, you continue." ”

"Your Majesty, have you listened carefully to Weichen's words?" Mrs. Xie felt that the emperor was really a little abnormal today.

"I'm listening." Mo Qingqing leaned lazily against the dragon bed, "I...... No, I've listened carefully. ”

"So, the emperor, you should be careful not to always cause trouble, don't always shout to leave the palace, and ah, you have to get a few more guards with knives around you, what if you run into an assassin? Do you want Weichen to find you a few palace maids? Your Majesty, if you live alone, will you ......?"

Mo Qingqing snorted a halt, and she didn't know where her eyes turned early, as an emperor, she felt that she had to take a good rest now, her eyelids were a little heavy, and the Taifu Xie in front of her also changed from one to two, and his gushing concept of governing the country also became a lullaby, and with a bang, she fell asleep.

"Your Majesty? Emperor? These were the last words she heard from Mrs. Xie.