"The villain doesn't dare to ......" has not been summoned by the Queen Mother for a long time, Songyue didn't change her habits, and subconsciously took out a tone to deal with the little prince: "But it's not on the table-"

After a pause, I realized that the person in front of me was a serious master, so I couldn't joke, and changed my words: "At the beginning, His Royal Highness the Second Prince asked His Majesty for grace, but the occasion was different, even though His Majesty was filial, and the Queen Mother's master was elegant and noble, how dare Songyue——"

"Okay," Gao Yahan waved his hand, his face was boring, and he couldn't see the slightest interest in Song Yue's body when he looked left and right, but felt that this person valued himself too much, and after thinking about it, he felt that he was no different from other faces, and was about to wave his hand to make him retreat, but he accidentally thought about it.

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The clear lake blue is like a wave mark on the tip of the microwave on the surface of the river, reflecting the purity of the sky but with the vitality of the flowers, the wave-like water rolls down the skirt, the silk and silver threads are intertwined, and the brocade skirt radiates light with the footsteps.

The palace maids of Cining Palace put on new clothes earlier than the palaces, and the water blue came all the way with the queen mother's drive, and the clothes that followed Gao Yahan to serve were even more luxurious, comparable to those plainly dressed Baolin.

"Greetings to Her Royal Highness the Queen Mother."

The maiden and the palace concubine sitting on the edge of the stand knelt on the ground together, and Li Siyuan got up and greeted: "Mother is here." ”

Gao Yahan smiled and stretched out her hand, and the palace maid behind her stepped forward to help, but the palace maid not only covered her face with a thin veil, but also buried her head slightly, not daring to look straight ahead, and almost didn't catch the queen mother's hand.

"This palace maid ......" Li Siyuan looked the blue-clothed palace maid up and down, swept her neck covered with fat powder, shook her slender and white soft wattle, and stayed on the veil that was blown by the breeze: "Mother is newly promoted?" ”

"Well, the service is good, the mourning family still wants to stay for a while, and I can't let you go." Gao Yahan seemed to smile, pinched the palm of the palace maid, and pulled her slowly to the viewing platform.

The breeze brought a shallow smell of fat powder on the blue-clothed palace maid, and there was a little bit of smiling flower smell sporadically, it stands to reason that the beauty fragrance should be in line with the ape, but this time, Li Siyuan's perennial floating beauty radar did not respond at all.

Since the Queen Mother had no intention of letting go, Li Siyuan naturally didn't think about it, and he didn't have to make trouble for himself, so he changed his mind in the next second, turned around and walked to Shen Qingjun behind him, ready to show his favor and help him up personally.

Shen Qingjun glanced at the palace maid beside the Queen Mother and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This figure, this stride...... Wrong.

The daughter raised in the General's Mansion has to learn the knowledge of the human body since she was a child - the battlefield sword has no eyes, injuries are inevitable, as long as it is not fatal, there is a chance to continue to fight and return, and the enemy must be fatal with one blow.

Although the structure of the human body is almost the same, there are many subtle differences between men and women, although this blue-clothed palace maid is slender but not small, although she tries her best to hide it between walking, she still unconsciously opens her toes, and she is not as graceful as the palace maid......

Shen Qingjun looked at the Queen Mother suddenly.

It's not the respect of the Ninety-Five, and it's not in accordance with the rules to travel with a face, but it's still done to this point?

This woman's appearance of smiling is exactly the same as Li Siyuan's self-righteous appearance, presumably on such an occasion, her heart is still proud, and the unknown filthy and perverted desires are about to overflow.

Sure enough, she is worthy of being the emperor's mother, regardless of the country's face and others' lives for her own happiness.

was thinking about it, but who knew that his sleeve was pulled violently by Wei Qing, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was the annoying appearance that walked towards him with disgusting eyes.

Shen Qingjun felt that his whole body was about to start to stiffen

Still coming? Please, can't you let her go?

She gritted her teeth.

The old lady will play a fake fall for you first?

How can it go on like this - anyway, the arrangements that should be done have been completed, and the rest can be quietly handed over to Ah Qing and An Yu, in this case, she and the Queen Mother want to be confined, so serious that the emperor can't visit, once and for all!

It's very simple, when there are fewer people later, she pounces forward, hugs the queen mother's thigh, and says something to help the Shen family fight the grievances - the kind of truth she has wanted to say for a long time!

At that moment, when her body was crooked, she was about to pretend to faint.

An Yu's attention was not given to those protagonists, but he kept paying attention to Yi Shu and Chen Hanlu, no way, the two looked haggard, one kept drinking tea to relieve fatigue, and the other hid his face and was disgusting, which really made people curious, now that the emperor is about to walk by, he can also relax a little, but when he retracted his gaze, he found that Wei Qing tugged Shen Qingjun's sleeve, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that there was an infatuated majesty in front of him.

Is...... An Yu didn't know what to say, she estimated that the one in the Donglin Palace was already annoying.

In the end, it is a cannibal, seeing that her parents are crumbling, she has no way to stand idly by.

"Ouch, hiss!"

The hairpin carved from mutton fat and white jade accurately hooked the jade pendant hanging from the emperor's waist, and Zhou Tong leaned forward, almost sticking the whole person to Li Siyuan's leg.

"Presumptuous, what a system for daylight matinee!"

Chen Hanlu, who was yawning with tea, almost poured the tea on Yi Shu, and the Queen Mother turned around and violently pushed Wang Su beside her to the emperor, pointing at Zhou Tong and reprimanding.

An Yu Yuguang caught a glimpse of Shen Qingjun not stopping his downward movement, and hurriedly walked a few steps to Zhou Tong's side, and said loudly: "Sister Tong, what's wrong with you?" ”

The worried shouts resounded throughout the audience, scaring the maid behind Zhou Tong at the same time, focusing everyone's attention, the ladies and ladies who were eating melons in the group of courtiers did not expect to encounter such a thing, and they did not dare to look at the royal gossip, and buried their heads like quails, looking at their noses and noses, only the Zhou family's wives were full of tears.

The anxious Zhou Tong raised his head and wanted to ask for mercy, but the hairpin didn't let her go for half a minute, and the force of raising her head quickly almost tore off the emperor's belt.

After all, when he encountered a major incident of losing his pants, Li Siyuan finally didn't pity Xiangxiang and cherished the jade at this time, slapped Tong Baolin on the back of the head, and snorted coldly with his trouser belt: "Do what you have to do." ”

This situation is quite suitable for something to happen, but unfortunately the location is not right.

An Yu's eyes drifted slightly, ignoring the fact that he had a black hand, and pulled Zhou Tong's hairpin off.

At this time, separating the two is the most important, An Yu gently untied the tangled tassels for Li Siyuan, and Zhou Tong, who was dragged down by the palace maid and eunuch without a strand of hair in his eyes.

The emperor's warm hand brushed over An Yu's head, and he walked to the top without stopping.

Fearless of the eyes of the surrounding palace concubines, An Yu smiled at Zhao Xueji comfortingly, she stood on the cusp of not being in the limelight, except for Chen Hanlu, the high-ranking ladies would only watch the play, and for the rest, Shen Qingjun would protect her.