"Niangniang, let's serve you to bathe" Xiaohuan said to Lin Qing who was lying on the bed with some anxiety.

After Xiaohuan and Yiyi went out, they quickly prepared hot water for Lin Qing, carried the water into the inner room, and poured it into the bath bucket behind the screen, and soon the white mist rose, enveloping the world behind the screen like a fairyland.

But when Xiaohuan and Yiyi came to the bed and told Lin Qing that they had prepared hot water, Lin Qing said that they would let the two of them go out and be busy, and they didn't have to serve her, which made the two girls anxious, in their hearts Lin Qing was so weak, how could there be no one to serve.

"Okay, I don't know my own body yet, go down, help me prepare a meal, I'm a little hungry" Lin Qing looked at the two stubborn girls and said softly.

"Niangniang, if you don't let Yiyi stay, I'll do other things" Xiaohuan still said stubbornly, which shows that she really cares about Lin Qing in her heart.

"Yes, Niangniang, let Xiaohuan go outside, I will serve you," Yiyi also said.

"It's useless for me to speak, don't you all listen to me" Lin Qing pretended to be calm and looked at the two stubborn girls and said.

"Mother, no..." The two girls looked at Lin Qing's face and suddenly sank, they were a little flustered, and their two little faces were a little confused, and they stammered.

"Okay, go down, I'll do it myself" Lin Qing's heart warmed slightly, recovered his face, and said softly.

"No..." After all, the two girls walked out of the back room with some worry.

Watching the two girls leave, Lin Qing's face slowly calmed down, the reason why the two girls left was because he didn't want the two girls to see his body full of scars, if the two girls saw it, they didn't know what to worry about, and the crying nose was for sure.

Gritting his silver teeth and frowning slightly, Lin Qing stretched out his white hand, propped himself on the bed, tried to exert himself, and slowly propped himself up, a pair of stiff legs slowly moved up with the support of his upper body, and with the slow downward movement of the futon, a pair of snow-white softness was slowly revealed, and a blush above the softness could be vaguely seen, announcing Chen Xuanyuan's evil deeds.

Lin Qing's gaze touched the snow-white softness, and his eyes flashed for a moment of lightness and coldness.

"Hiss..." The piercing pain stimulated Lin Qing's nerves, that kind of pain could break people at any time, the white and small Qiong's nose wrinkled slightly, and even her eyes narrowed together.

Enduring the stinging pain from his lower body, Lin Qing finally stood up, leaned on the pillow slightly, straightened his body with his hand, and then pulled out another hand and slowly lifted the quilt that still covered his lower body.

The futon was slowly removed, and a large area of snow white was exposed in the air, with occasional redness, as if to hint at last night's Zhaoran.

Moved his frozen legs slightly, put his legs on the edge of the bed, and slowly approached the edge of the bed with his long white legs, the stinging pain at the root of his thighs kept stinging Lin Qing's strong heart.

Enduring the piercing pain, a stubbornness quietly appeared in Lin Qing's eyebrows, she was like an unyielding Kuafu chasing something, although her eyes were already full of fog, but that stubbornness made them never sublimate into water droplets.

The jet-black hair was draped over the shoulders and behind the slender back, adding a bit of determination, like a madman who resolutely rushed to the execution ground.

As Lin Qing moved, a strand of hair playfully fluttered to Lin Qing's chest, as if soothing Lin Qing's stinging heart.

When Lin Qing endured the stinging pain and put her small snow-white feet into the cloth shoes, her expression slowly calmed, as if she had won the whole world, she supported her whole body with her hands, and suddenly stood up straight.

Her eyes were calm, and she slowly took the first step, the pain at the base of her thigh seemed to be a little insignificant, only the corners of her mouth and forehead were slightly pulled, showing her painful heart.

Slowly leaning into the screen covering the bathtub step by step, her eyes stared straight at the screen, as if there was no focus, her face was calm like a painting, the distance between the bed and the bathtub was the distance between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl for herd, out of reach, but her inner unyielding let her finally cross the galaxy and arrive at the side of the bathtub, because the door was closed, and the curtain was drawn, and the inner room was a little dark, which made Lin Qing's original delicate body more snow-white.

Expressionlessly, she lifted a slender leg and stepped into the bath bucket full of petals, a touch of blackness was short-lived, and the slightly hot water temperature soaked her heart along Lin Qing's snow-white long legs, making her pretty face flush slowly rise, and with a sound of water, Lin Qing's two legs had already entered the bath bucket, and the floating petals were like swimming fish, slowly surrounding Lin Qing's round legs, and a subtle sense of touch was caressing Lin Qing's legs.

Lin Qing's face slowly relaxed, as if he was a little tired, and then his body went down, slowly immersed his whole body in the water, implicated the petals in the water and swam unconsciously, and finally surrounded Lin Qing's delicate collarbone, his tired eyes slowly closed, his back against the bath bucket, and only his breath was still fluttering lightly in the silent room.

When the last trace of morning was also taken away by the rising sunny day, Chen Xuanyuan was already sitting on the throne of Zhaoyang Palace, his calm face made it impossible to see any thoughts in his heart, his eyes looked at the ministers standing below with their hands hanging down through the slight shaking of the crown, and did not say a word.

After Chen Xuanyuan informed the old eunuch Wang De to inform the court, he put on the court clothes under the service of the palace maid, and walked into the Zhaoyang Palace with a steady step, and the original group of ministers kneeling in front of the Zhaoyang Palace Square were also waiting in the Zhaoyang Hall under Wang De's notice, and then the ministers who received the notice from the court came one after another.

The atmosphere in the Zhaoyang Hall seemed to have reached zero o'clock, and there was no movement at all, and the later ministers all hurried to their seats, standing down, without saying a word, and knew in their hearts that something big was going to happen.

I saw Zhang Yu, the secretary of the Criminal Department standing on the far right of the second row, with his head down, his face ugly, and he couldn't hide his anxiety, as if something bad was about to happen.

He originally happened to kneel on the square of Zhaoyang Palace, expecting that Chen Xuanyuan would definitely not see them today, and when the time came, he would fan the wind in front of these ministers, and he would definitely force Chen Xuanyuan to submit, but the old immortal who knew Wang De suddenly came to the court, so he could only enter the Zhaoyang Palace with apprehension.

"Upper Dynasty..." The sharp voice of the old eunuch Wang De once again echoed in the Zhaoyang Palace, making the hearts of the ministers tremble, and they immediately knelt down.

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

"Flat"

"Your Majesty"

Then there was silence, as if none of these people existed, and even the sound of breathing grew fainter.

Zhang Yu's body trembled slightly, his heart trembled a little, panic was eroding his heart, and finally the greed and desire to survive made him stand up, only to see him holding a wat board, walking out of the court class quickly, and arriving in the center of the main hall.

"Your Majesty, I beg Your Majesty to hand over the people you want from the Tang Dynasty and protect me for a hundred years of the Tang Dynasty" The slightly powerful voice spread throughout the hall.

"Your Majesty, what Zhang Shangshu said is extremely true, how can I destroy the century-old society in one fell swoop," Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry said excitedly.

"Your Majesty, please hand over that man"

"Your Majesty, the ministers can't live up to the ancestors of Da Chen"

"Your Majesty, what Zhang Shangshu said is extremely true"

"The minister agrees with the statements of several ministers"

"Minister..."

"Minister..."

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As soon as Zhang Yu's words came out, the ministers seemed to have found the backbone, knelt down one by one, and pleaded. Zhang Yu, who was kneeling at the front, had a happy face, raised his head a little proudly, and looked at Chen Xuanyuan at the top.

Chen Xuanyuan was at the top, looking at the ministers below and the performers, his eyes did not move, after a while, he saw that the ministers above the hall had already knelt down for most of the time, Chen Xuanyuan showed an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth, and his lips opened slightly:

"When did I say I wouldn't hand it over?"

Although the voice was flat, it also spread throughout the hall, and even the guards guarding the corner of the hall heard it clearly.

Zhang Yu stiffened an old face with ravines and ravines, as if he had been menstruated, and his face was full of disbelief.