The enthronement ceremony was cumbersome and grand, and the ministers looked at the new emperor who came over, and they felt shocked both in their eyes and in their hearts.

In the middle of the golden dragon robe is a lifelike flying dragon wound from the bottom up, every place is meticulously done, the dragon embroidered with gold thread is three-dimensional in the clothes, domineering and flying seems to be volleyed in the next moment.

The size is just right, and the design of each place is very in line with her figure, and it is impossible to tell whether it is the cumbersome but majestic dragon robe on her body that adds a bit of domineering momentum to her eyebrows and eyes, or the natural publicity on her face sets off the domineering of the dragon robe.

Such a dragon robe, even if it is a lot of embroidery girls together, it is conceivable that He Weiwen's idea of making her emperor did not suddenly arise.

If the Qing Dynasty was not the bloodline of the Qin family, she succeeded to the throne as the queen and changed the name of the country, it can be said that the royal family of the Qin State would have lasted until now.

There is no temple to worship, no need to sue the ancestors.

Worship the heavens, pray for blessings, and then it is the practice of the new emperor to ascend the throne, amnesty to the world.

Zuo Xiang has been very unhappy these days, staying until the eighteenth granddaughter, and the benefits in exchange for the last are very different from what he thought before, the black miasma in the family is not mentioned for the time being, and this court will usher in a wave of wind and rain with the new emperor ascending the throne.

Zuo Xiang took a step forward and bent down and arched his hand, "Play Your Majesty, the old minister thinks that His Majesty has just succeeded to the throne, and it is a good time for the beginning of Daxing, and His Majesty should be the way ......of reform."

He Weiwen half-squinted, he and Zuo Xiang were not on one side, the court was very quiet, only the sound of Zuo Xiang's words was round.

Old minister? This old horseman, he scolded in his heart, and directly stepped forward to interrupt Zuo Xiang's tirade, his posture was still leisurely and gentle, "Your Majesty, the minister thinks that His Majesty has just ascended the throne, and the reform needs to be considered in the long run, and the reform needs to be built in a big way, although the treasury is full, but it is necessary to arrange a special governor to supervise the local ......"

The dragon crown on Qingruo's head was too heavy, one hand supported the armrest of the dragon chair to support his chin, he was originally lazily listening to Zuo Xiang's words, and when he saw He Weiwen interrupting, he raised his eyes and glanced at him, he said everything in order, two-thirds of the ministers reconsidered, Qingruo lazily raised his hand to signal them to be quiet, glanced at He Weiwen, arrogant and arrogant, "I know what to do." ”

The smile on the corner of his mouth was lazy and presumptuous, "Although General He's mention is not complete, I see that your highest level is like this, let's do what General He said first." ”

Reluctantly, it seems to dislike the people below.

The people below knelt down in a row, shouting long live Shengming or something, but they felt that Qingruo was a little ignorant in their hearts, thinking about how He Weiwen would have a seizure, and the little emperor did not have this attitude towards He Weiwen when he was there.

He Weiwen stood with a smile.

Qingruo squinted his eyes when he looked at his leisurely appearance, patted the armrest, hissed, patted heavily, and his hand hurt.

But I had to endure it, my hand was hidden behind my body and flicked it, and my already arrogant voice was even more than two points and gritted my teeth, "What? General He has an opinion about my holy decree? ”

He Weiwen's eyesight lightly saw her small movement just now, and the two fingers of the hand behind her back rubbed each other. Bent down and smiled respectfully, "The minister has no opinion, Your Majesty." ”

After the next court, breakfast has been prepared in the dormitory, Qingruo entered the dormitory and went directly to change clothes, her current clothes are a bright yellow dragon embroidery, the difference is only in the shape and size of the dragon, where is the embroidery.

After changing his clothes and coming out, He Weiwen had already sat down at the imperial dining table, the palace maid carried the water over, Qingruo put her hands in the water to clean her hands, and asked him a little impatiently, "Is the general's mansion so poor that he can't open the pot?" ”

He Weiwen raised his eyes and glanced at her, but he didn't answer, there was some danger in the depths of his eyes.

Qingruo sat down on the main seat, her hand sleeves were a little wide, she held her hand sleeves with one hand and began to eat, He Weiwen had already moved her chopsticks, and she had already finished eating half of He Weiwen.

The twists and turns are all handled by He Weiwen, Qingruo doesn't even need to ghostwrite, but he doesn't go back to the general's mansion, but in her bedroom.

Qing Ruo couldn't do anything about him, he took care of his posture, but his little face was impatient at any time.

Qingruo went in to take a nap, He Weiwen dealt with the twists and turns, he waved his hand, and the people in the dormitory retreated quietly.

She slept deeply, whether it was night or noon, it became a habit to sleep, and if it weren't for loud noises and movements, she wouldn't wake up until a few o'clock.

He Weiwen reviewed a few copies, estimated that the time was almost up, and got up and walked inside.

The dragon bed pulled the curtain, and the figure inside was very blurry, and He Weiwen stood faintly and came to her silhouette for a while before lifting the curtain.

Originally, she didn't want to sleep, but there were too many things in the past few days, He Weiwen was lying beside her, her breath was entangled little by little was her taste, her breathing was lingering and slightly moist, the surroundings were very quiet, and the subtle sound of her breathing was like a lullaby lingering in his ears.

He Weiwen closed his eyes and wanted to rest, but fell asleep.

It was woken up by someone pinching his nose.

He woke up frowning, and saw her looking at him above him with a smile, and when he saw him awake, he didn't let go of his nose, but pulled and shook it from side to side.

When the body is tired, he will sleep very deeply in the afternoon, and when he just wakes up, his body is still in a state of exhaustion and dormancy, and He Weiwen has no strength in his body.

Seeing her smiling starry eyes, he hooked his lips indulgently, raised his hand to hug her, and pressed the person directly to his chest.

There was another bang, she was annoyed, let go of his nose and slapped him on the chest, and called him in an arrogant voice, "He Weiwen!" ”

"Hmm." He Weiwen responded to her, lowered his chin and kissed the top of her hair, "Don't make trouble, sleep with me for a while." ”

She didn't give in, and tossed in his arms to get up.

He Weiwen's arms were loosely wrapped around her, his eyes were closed and he let her make trouble, and suddenly opened his eyes, and his hoarse voice was dangerous and flirtatious, "Lie down obediently." ”

"Hmph~" Her nasal voice was very disdainful, and she tilted her head to look him in the eyes, "Don't." ”

He Weiwen locked her tightly, raised his feet and circled her lower body, his two legs firmly encircled her lower body, "Don't make trouble, I'm hard." ”

When the word "......" was hard to write, a hot guy jerked.

Qingruo's face froze, and for a moment the expression on his face was only stupid, avoiding his eyes, and his voice was dry, "Oh...... You don't say it sooner. ”

And blame him. Say it early? Can this be said earlier? He Weiwen couldn't cry or laugh, his body was hot, and he hugged her through his clothes and liked her uncomfortably and closely.

The dumb voice softened, "Okay, I'll say it early next time." ”

Qingruo was still holding his head, his palms were propped up on his chest, and his palms were sweaty.

He Weiwen's voice was gentle and coquettish, "Don't be afraid, lean down." ”

Qingruo sighed, and really leaned down obediently, her cheek was against his chest, and her clothes were a little hot, which was the touch of sweat on her palms just now. There was nowhere to put his arms, so he moved and put his arms around his neck.

Good behaved.

He Weiwen breathed a sigh of relief, let go of her legs, hugged her and turned around, the two of them fell asleep on their sides opposite each other, Qingruo hugged his neck, one hand was pressed between the pillows by him, pulled her hand out and held it gently.

"Like me?" He Weiwen leaned over and kissed her forehead, her body was still a little stiff, and he collapsed as soon as he got closer.

He Weiwen didn't notice it, his eyes were fixed on the small hand in the palm of his hand, and his ears were waiting for her answer.

The two of them leaned on a pillow, she shook her head, the pillow fluctuated, and her voice was small, "I don't like it." ”

He took her hand and kissed her finger bone, "Oh? "The tone is very gentle, there is no anger and no anger.

Qingruo raised her eyes to look at him, and her voice became confident, "I don't like it, but I don't want to marry the little emperor, I don't want to be used as a tool, I can only find you." ”

He Weiwen smiled, "Yo~ The little brain is good." "A little bit smarter than he thought he was, just a little bit.

"And now? 10,000 people. ”

Qingruo sighed, moved the hand on his erect neck forward, and pinched his face firmly, it felt very good, but her tone was still very sad, "Qin Qi, this unlucky ghost, has never even seen a bride from beginning to end, you are not even an emperor, I feel that I can't have any other men in my life except you." ”

He Weiwen raised his eyebrows, turned his head and stretched out his tongue to lick her palm, then removed her hand, leaned over to kiss her, and advanced the gentle and delicate kiss with her kiss in his mouth, and his voice was a little blurred, "I guess too, besides me, who has the ability to make you proud of the world?" ”

He Weiwen let go of her lips, she leaned into his arms and gasped, he leaned into her ear, and he also gasped for a long and heavy breath, "Huh? ”

One word, the melodious tail swirls from the soft auricle into the heart, stirring up a light and crispy itch.

Later, Qingruo asked He Weiwen whether to let his son inherit the throne or let his daughter inherit the throne, and He Weiwen said casually.

Qingruo was not happy.

He Weiwen was practicing calligraphy, she pulled his arm and shook his whole body, the brush in his hand shook a few drops of ink on the rice paper, and the long words he had written for a long time were all destroyed.

Qing Ruo didn't know it yet, and he was still shaking up, "He Weiwen! Say it quickly, son or daughter? ”

The attendants who had been with He Weiwen for a long time and the palace people who had been serving Qingruo for a long time were directly silent, and they all wanted to turn into transparent matter in an instant, and they all lowered their heads and fled out of the hall.

He Weiwen put down the brush, took a deep breath, turned around and carried the person directly across the dormitory to the apse, and threw the restless person onto the bed, "Hu Qingruo!" You just can't pack enough! He said as he undressed.

Qingruo's mind was a little cloudy, turned over and sat up and watched him take off his clothes in a daze, "What are you crazy about all of a sudden?" ”

He Weiwen himself was almost taken off, bent down and reached out to grab her foot and dragged it outside, pulling her collar and tearing it, well, she was cleaner than him.

Qingruo frowned and stretched out his feet to kick him, ", He Weiwen, you are sick!" In broad daylight. ”

He Weiwen grabbed her feet and pounced directly, clamping her lower body with his feet, and clasping her chin with one hand and nibbling on it.

Qingruo is inexplicable, not cooperative at all.

He Weiwen was afraid that he would hurt her, so he pressed her body and gasped, "I wrote for half a month, and you just ruined it." ”

Qingruo rolled her eyes, disdainful from above, "I'm sorry, isn't it just a word, it's only been half a month~"

Pile him up, "Get out of the way, don't press me, you can just write another one." ”

It is so strong that it is naturally like breathing or drinking water and eating.

He Weiwen looked at her eyes that were bright because of anger, the fire rising in his heart was gone, scolded himself for being really sick, bowed his head and kissed her forehead, nose tip, and eyes gently, all the way down.

Coaxed softly, "Well, I'll write again, it's okay to accompany me now." ”

A well-fed man does not need to eat, and after slept, he wakes up with the lamp in the dormitory, and there is no one around.

He Weiwen frowned, turned over and got dressed, and asked the palace people when he went out, "What about Your Majesty?" ”

"Majesty is writing."

Write?

He Weiwen's brows furrowed even tighter, she had never liked these, and her steps were a little bigger, and she crossed the middle dormitory in a few steps.

She stood at the desk, the sleeve of her right hand was rolled up high, holding a somewhat large brush and looking a little hard, her face was tense, her lips were pursed, and she looked down at the rice paper on the desk, looking strict and serious.

He Weiwen's movements froze for a moment, and then he walked over gently, and even used internal force in order not to disturb her.

His morning ruined words were spread in the front, and her paper was laid out in the back, and she was holding the pen tightly, writing word by word.

Her handwriting has always been bad, and even the appearance of imitating his words is barely enough, let alone the bones.

The corners of He Weiwen's eyebrows and eyes were dyed with tenderness, and one hand from behind her wrapped his arms around her waist, and the other hand held her hand holding the pen.

Qingruo turned around and spoke, tense for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse, "He Weiwen, what I wrote is not as good as what you write." ”

He Weiwen tilted his head and kissed her face, "With such a heavy pen, are your hands sore?" ”

As soon as he asked, she became squeamish, her straight back softened against his chest, and her pitiful little voice said, "It's so sour." ”

He Weiwen chuckled, his laughter trembled a little, and he couldn't tell whether it was more distressed or funny.

Holding her hand and taking her to the pen, "Let's write together?" ”

She nodded obediently, her hair rubbing against his neck, "Okay." ”

This pair of words was originally a long painting, and He Weiwen took her hand and wrote it very carefully.

The three words fell, with the domineering of his handwriting and her clarity.

'I love you'

Qingruo smiled, squeamish and sweet, turned her head and kissed him, "Me too." ”

He Weiwen lowered his head and pressed his forehead against her forehead, and wrapped a gentle kiss around her lips. I didn't have to look at it, I took her hand and wrote the last three words gently but firmly: for a lifetime.

**

Except for me,

Who has the ability to let you look down on the world from above?

Including me.

- Black Box