"Eh, my sister spares my life, my sister doesn't dare anymore."

The queen mother who took a nap, the more she listened, the more unbelievable she became.

With mixed feelings in his heart, he hurriedly propped up the bamboo pole and rowed through the lotus canopy with familiarity.

At the nine-bend and eighteen bends, the boat rose lightly, and the bodies of the people crawling on the shore trembled like a sieve, and Long En's sense of majesty hung in his heart. Glancing at the woman in the gorgeous costume at the head of the boat, Fang took a breath.

The man in a bright yellow court robe, wearing a heavy crown, and a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle falcon shot straight at the pretty figure.

"Your Majesty!" The queen mother was very happy to see her sweetheart, and jumped off the boat like a girl and threw herself into the man's arms.

Jin Shu's slender fingers pinched the queen's small chin, the cold light in her eyes swept over the skin on her body, her tone was lukewarm, and she said: "Zitong is so interested." ”

"Concubine ......"

"Someone came and killed all these minions."

The queen knew that he was angry in her heart, and wanted to explain her playfulness on a whim.

Hearing Jin Shu's cold tone at first glance, he raised his eyes in surprise and took a few steps back, and his apricot eyes widened in disbelief.

Since she woke up with a high fever, Jinshu has always been tender and sweet. The medicinal food is all in his hands, and he feeds it into his stomach one by one.

If she frowned slightly from the bitterness of the medicine, Jin Shu would kiss the sugar, and the kiss with a sweet smell was enough to dispel the medicinal smell in the lips.

Her brain was burned, she didn't remember what happened earlier, she even forgot her last name and name, and she forgot the past of Qin Se and Ming, who were in love with Jin Shu.

The emperor, who has always been noble, hugged her weak body, and the gentle kiss fell on her cheek, and the low voice coaxed her softly: "Zitong doesn't remember, after all, Zitong is my queen now, and no one can separate Zitong from me." ”

She was delicate and half-leaned in Jin Shu's arms, lowered her head, her cheeks flew with two traces of shame, and her cherry lips turned affectionate: "Although the concubine does not remember the past, her love for His Majesty must have never changed." ”

Jin Shu hugged her, his eyes were cold, his big palm stroked her long soft black hair, and his handsome face was unknown.

The beauty is shy, the jade neck is slender, like a flower stem can be broken.......

He suppressed his voice and said softly, in contrast to his sinking complexion, "So do I." ”

"Mmmm......mmmm

The palace maids who were poisoned and dumb, their sideburns were scattered, kneeling and kowtowing to beg for mercy, and making painful whimpering.

The queen withdrew from her memories, and it was hard to imagine that the person next to her pillow was so careless about human life.

"Your Majesty, it's all the concubine's fault, and it has nothing to do with them. Your Majesty, can you let these minions go? The concubine was willing to be punished. ”

The queen knelt down on her knees, her face was ashamed, and her slender figure swayed slightly in the wind, weak and moving.

"Zitong is really kind-hearted."

Jin Shu's eyes were full of anger, irritability for no reason, he threw down his inexplicable words, threw off his sleeves and left, leaving a bunch of people who shrank in vain.

The queen hurriedly got up, said nothing to the kneeling servant, and chased after Jin Shu.

"What are you thinking?"

Jin Shu grabbed the queen's jaw and lifted it up, and his sharp eyes crashed straight into the pair of sparkling moves.

"The concubine is greedy for ...... for a while"

The queen raised her eyebrows, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Why does Zitong have to share with me for a few cheap lives?"

Jin Shu allowed the queen not to salute in order to show his favor.

The bright yellow bedrobe was only loosely belted, and the queen was lying on his body delicately and weakly, and there were large and small scars on the sturdy texture under the bedclothes, which were the marks left over the years.

Jin Shu was very secretive about that past, and his handsome face was gloomy like a layer of fog, and he couldn't get rid of it.