Qian Qian looked at Qin Tingyu and was speechless for a long time. She didn't know that when she was a child, she would smile when she saw roasted venison, but Qin Tingyu was really careful. But...... In the past, he didn't have many opportunities to see himself, that is, he could take advantage of the palace banquet and play together when he entered the palace with the Yasukuni couple.

Qin Tingyu went to the border after he was twelve years old, and after that, the Yasukuni Gong rebelled, Qian Qian and him never had the opportunity to sit and eat together, such a long time ago, he actually remembered it so clearly?

"You...... Your Majesty," Qian Qian said with some hesitation: "Can you remember the palace banquet so long ago when you were a child?" ”

This sentence is very skillful, do you still remember the palace banquet when you were young. Mu Xijing and Qian Qian often have the opportunity to eat together, and when they grew up, Qian Qian came forward to help Mu Xijing host the palace banquet more than once, but Qian Qian asked "when he was young".

"Yes." Qin Tingyu didn't seem to notice anything wrong with Qian Qian's question, with a warm smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked Qian Qian's forehead: "At that time, your face was round, your eyes were also round, you always had a sweet and soft smile on your face, and the whole person was sweet, making people want to take a bite on your cheeks, it was really cute from head to toe." It's strange that you and Pinglan are siblings, why are you so much better looking than him. ”

"Not really." Qian Qian looked at Qin Tingyu with tears and smiles, this person's aesthetics are really different from ordinary people: "Everyone says that my brother is better looking than me, he looks more like our mother, and my mouth and chin follow my father, although my father is also good-looking, but there is always no mother who is exquisite, and I am not as good-looking as my brother." ”

"Who said that?" Qin Tingyu looked at Qian Qian's face, and the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed: "Aman is the best-looking girl in the world, since she was a child, her eyebrows and eyes are just right, she looks good with a smile and a smile, I still remember what you looked like when you were young." I remember that you didn't have much hair at that time, but you always wore a heavy red blonde hair ornament, which weighed down your head when you walked, so that I couldn't see your face, so I wanted to remove it when I saw your red blonde hair ornament. ”

"It's all jewelry given by the Queen Mother before." Qian Qian also smiled: "Don't say that I was small back then, even if I wear it now, I feel heavy." ”

It just so happened that Yueyang came over with a new snack, and when she heard Qian Qian's words, she also smiled and joked: "The princess's jewelry when she was young was not heavy. When you were ten years old, the crown of mandarin ducks and clouds given by the Queen Mother was called heavy, and the Queen Mother also said that you should wear that crown when you get married! Amitabha, such a heavy flower crown, it is suitable for the slave to look at it, if it is really worn on the head, it is really impossible to walk with its head up. ”

"I won't wear it anyway." Qian Qian had a headache when he thought of the red gold corolla: "Keep it at the bottom of the box, it's also a baby." ”

"When the princess gets married, can she still lack the treasure at the bottom of the box?" Yueyang pursed her lips and laughed: "What the emperor has rewarded over the years, the former queen mother's reward, and the first emperor's palace mother's gift, what treasure is not there?" I've saved up several big boxes. In the future, I don't know which son is lucky enough to marry our princess, she is beautiful, has a good personality, and there are many treasures at the bottom of the box. ”

As soon as Yueyang spoke, Qin Tingyu quickly fell silent. Oh, yes...... Aman is already sixteen years old, and most of the princesses at this age have already married, while Aman is still in the palace.

Thinking of Qian Qian's marriage, Qin Tingyu was so irritable that he couldn't do it. He had the opportunity to marry the princess, but unfortunately the opportunity was lost by himself. Thinking of the past, Qin Tingyu couldn't wait to give himself two slaps, what if he and Mu Xijing could get it back now? Can Mu Xijing rest assured that he will marry his sister to a rebellious criminal?

"What is the emperor thinking?" Qian Qian looked at Qin Tingyu twice, and said jokingly: "Didn't you mention the marriage, and reminded the emperor of the ministers who urged marriage in the previous dynasty?" The emperor is twenty years old this year, and the harem is empty, so it is normal for them to be in a hurry. ”

"Yes......" Speaking of the ministers of the previous dynasty, Qin Tingyu was even more irritable. He is not the main master, how can he help Mu Xijing marry his daughter-in-law?! It can be delayed for a day, it is better to be able to change it back, even if it is exchanged for a court criminal, it is better than now, at least free.

If you can't get it back for the rest of your life...... Qin Tingyu glanced at Qian Qian, shook his head vigorously, and drove such an unlucky thought out of his mind. If he can't get it back in his life, he can only be Aman's brother, stay by her side, and watch her get married. This is the real end of the world, and he must not accept such a result!

If it can be exchanged, there is still a glimmer of hope. Even if Mu Xijing refuses to marry Aman to himself, he mainly depends on Aman. As long as Aman is willing, he is not afraid of anything, it is useless for Mu Xijing to stop it, he will do everything he can to ask to marry the princess, let him pay any price, as long as he can be with Aman.

So I still have to change it back...... Qin Tingyu looked at Qian Qian with a smiling face in front of him, and he was really worried in his heart. But how should he and Mu Xijing be exchanged? It's really tricky, not to mention how to get it back, he doesn't even know how he became an emperor.

On the surface, Qin Tingyu's career as emperor is simply smooth, no one knows how depressed he is, every day Qin Tingyu looks forward to waking up and opening his eyes, and finds that these are all dreams, and he returns to the Yasukuni Mansion.

He even thought about it, if he returned to the Yasukuni Mansion, he would immediately write a letter to ask to marry the princess of the town mayor, and Mu Xijing could put forward any conditions, as long as he was allowed to marry the princess.

It's a pity that every morning, Qin Tingyu wakes up in disappointment, his eyes are bright yellow, and he can only hang his head in frustration to replace Mu Xijing to deal with political affairs and watch the twists and turns in place of Mu Xijing. Fortunately, there is still a little girl in the palace that he misses. Qian Qian almost became Qin Tingyu's only motivation to go to court honestly every day.

After handling the government affairs earlier, you can go to Yixin Garden, Qin Tingyu, who sits in the imperial study every day to criticize and fold, thinks so, so the efficiency of handling political affairs is really high.

For the second emperor Qin Tingyu, Qian Qian was really amazed. This guy is a genius, he has high martial arts, and he handles political affairs quickly and well, although Qian Qian doesn't want to admit it, but Qin Tingyu's ability is really better than Mu Xijing, who was escorted all the way up by her.

"Compared with him, I think Mu Xijing simply doesn't have the aura of a protagonist." Qian Qian complained to 7788 depressedly: "Is this normal? It's too unbalanced, isn't it? Does the world consciousness favor Qin Tingyu?! ”

"How is that possible?" 7788 extremely despised Qian Qian's conclusion: "Both of them are protagonists, how can the world consciousness be eccentric." Why don't you think about it, maybe it's the difference in ability between tourists that has formed the ability crush. ”

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