Your Majesty, the minister does not need compensation, the minister ...... "Wang Juqing originally wanted to grit his teeth ruthlessly and say that he resigned and returned to his hometown, but for some reason looking at Ansu's bright eyes, he just couldn't say it.

"Hey......" Ansu sighed in the face of the slightly cold east wind, his delicate eyebrows were slightly locked, and there were thousands of flavors of freedom in it.

Wang Juqing subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling that things were a little not good.

"I am also a victim, Wang Juqing must not share with me for this reason." Ansu's voice was softly melancholy, as if her heart was also hurting.

almost didn't blow up the live broadcast room, they are really ...... for this kind of anchor

Wu Xiangsheng (orange): WOC, are you embarrassed to sell the big pig's trotters?

Today's wood is slag again (red): The anchor really wants to laugh at me! How did she say such a thing? Why do you feel like you're a victim?

Porridge (red): stinky and shameless⁄(⁄⁄⁄ω⁄⁄⁄)⁄

Durian Xiaolian (red): Anchor: We have been with you for so long, and we have never felt that you have been wronged, and the three words "victim" are really not suitable for being imposed on you, which brings us a sense of discomfort from the heart.

The Great Demon King: Didn't I almost fall asleep? Am I not ashamed? Am I not an innocent girl?

CatLove (orange): Meow, in the face of your soul, I can only answer you truthfully, no, no, not innocent.

Today's wood is slag again (red): red and fiery trance.

The live broadcast room is getting more and more skinny, and the direction of the comments is getting more and more crooked, Ansu is too lazy to tease them, and all his attention returns to Wang Juqing again.

I saw that Wang Juqing was bowing his head slightly, in fact, his small eyes glanced at Ansu, and his cheeks were as red as monkey buttocks, because his skin was too fair, so it was obvious that it was obvious.

Ansu can't speak at this time, otherwise he will definitely go crazy.

"The minister will not dare to overstep, and he will not ......" Wang Juqing originally wanted to say that he would not alienate His Majesty, but the word alienation does not seem to be very appropriate here.

Wang Juqing, who is full of poetry and books, was stumped by Ansu at this moment because of a sentence and words.

"I understand." Ansu said softly, signaling him not to say any more.

What a beautiful picture of the king and the minister knowing each other! If it weren't for the live broadcast room, hahaha and rewarding the sense of existence.

Although it was indeed very early, Ansu had absolutely no intention of staying in his mansion to eat, and returned to the palace before noon.

He didn't speak, but stood in front of the door, and the door was opened.

The guards guarding the door knelt in a row to welcome Ansu into the palace.

Ansu sneaked out like this every time, and then returned to the palace openly, and the guards at the door had already adapted to this existence.

In the past, I had to call Li Hongli to escort the guards every time, but then I gradually became numb.

Since their majesty has the ability to run out, he must have the ability to protect himself.

Recently, Ansu has become more and more lazy, all the accounts related to Li Hua are handed over, and some unimportant state affairs are all handed over to Murong Huamin, and there are only two or three twists and turns that she needs to deal with every day.

The cute sugar gourd was lying on Ansu's bed, and when she saw her come back, she quietly raised her eyelids, and as if she was too sleepy, she fell asleep again.

If the sugar gourd wants to pretend to be cold in front of Ansu, then Ansu must be even colder than it, glanced at it lightly, and took out another futon from the cabinet.

Then walk to the bed and gently drive away the sugar gourd.

"What for?" The sugar gourd was disturbed and fried, but in the face of Ansu, its momentum was also weak.

"Get up, I'm going to change the quilt."

"Why change?" The sugar gourd blinked his eyes gently, obviously it was the quilt that the maid only changed two days ago, why did the owner change it now?

And how could it be her turn to do such a thing as changing the quilt?

"It stinks." An Su kissed the corners of his lips and said meaninglessly.

"Huh?" As if he had seen something dirty, the sugar gourd rolled off the bed with a grunt.

"Why didn't you say it sooner when it stinks? I slept stinking. The sugar gourd sniffed hard, as if there was really an indescribable stench.

"yes, you slept in the bed stinky." Ansu said softly.

"The wildflowers outside are fragrant." Sugar gourd, two soft and cute little ears kept shaking, revealing his dissatisfaction.

The small mouth also pouted, and the two purring round eyes occasionally glanced at Ansu, and occasionally looked in other directions.

The sugar gourd could never resist Ansu, and in the end he was ruthlessly driven out of bed, replacing the golden high-quality duvet with a cashmere quilt of the same color.

"Red?" Sugar gourd is very puzzled, why does the owner like the red quilt? Again, this is not marriage.

"I want to celebrate the New Year, can you manage it?"

"Forehead ......" the sugar gourd blinked helplessly, it couldn't care.

But then he came up with a brilliant idea, the Chinese New Year should be festive, red is the best color.

On the morning of the thirtieth day of the lunar month,

I'm willing to do everything I have to make you laugh.

"Long live Your Majesty, long live!"

"Princess Chitose Chitose."

No matter how fake that so-called auspicious person is.

Recently, Ansu has become more and more lazy, all the accounts related to Li Hua are handed over, and some unimportant state affairs are all handed over to Murong Huamin, and there are only two or three twists and turns that she needs to deal with every day.

The cute sugar gourd was lying on Ansu's bed, and when she saw her come back, she quietly raised her eyelids, and as if she was too sleepy, she fell asleep again.

If the sugar gourd wants to pretend to be cold in front of Ansu, then Ansu must be even colder than it, glanced at it lightly, and took out another futon from the cabinet.

Then walk to the bed and gently drive away the sugar gourd.

"What for?" The sugar gourd was disturbed and fried, but in the face of Ansu, its momentum was also weak.

"Get up, I'm going to change the quilt."

"Why change?" The sugar gourd blinked his eyes gently, obviously it was the quilt that the maid only changed two days ago, why did the owner change it now?

And how could it be her turn to do such a thing as changing the quilt?

"It stinks." An Su kissed the corners of his lips and said meaninglessly.

"Huh?" As if he had seen something dirty, the sugar gourd rolled off the bed with a grunt.

"Why didn't you say it sooner when it stinks? I slept stinking. The sugar gourd sniffed hard, as if there was really an indescribable stench.

"yes, you slept in the bed stinky." Ansu said softly.

"The wildflowers outside are fragrant." Sugar gourd, two soft and cute little ears kept shaking, revealing his dissatisfaction.

The small mouth also pouted, and the two purring round eyes occasionally glanced at Ansu, and occasionally looked in other directions.

The sugar gourd could never resist Ansu, and in the end he was ruthlessly driven out of bed, replacing the golden high-quality duvet with a cashmere quilt of the same color.

"Red?" Sugar gourd is very puzzled, why does the owner like the red quilt? Again, this is not marriage.

"I want to celebrate the New Year, can you manage it?"

"Forehead ......" the sugar gourd blinked helplessly, it couldn't care.

But then he came up with a brilliant idea, the Chinese New Year should be festive, red is the best color.

On the morning of the thirtieth day of the lunar month,

I'm willing to do everything I have to make you laugh.

"Long live Your Majesty, long live!"

"Princess Chitose Chitose."

No matter how fake that so-called auspicious person is