Unless Wen Qingwu saw that being a favored palace concubine could get more than her current self, she would never let Emperor Joan of Arc put herself in front of her to block the arrows.

After resolving Wei Guifei's jealousy, Wen Qingwu returned to Emperor Zhende's side. She was silent, but her ears kept listening to the movement in the temple.

After talking for a while, Wei Guifei and Yang Zhaoyi walked out one after another.

When Wei Guifei and Yang Zhaoyi walked out of the hall, Emperor Zhende turned around.

He glanced at Wen Qingwu, who was standing beside him and was silent, at least it seemed that she was really honest and well-behaved.

"Go make a pot of tea." He spoke lightly, then turned back and continued to look at the folds on the table.

In fact, this kind of thing of making tea is directly sent to the envoy girl below, and I don't know why His Majesty directly sent Wen Cairen.

"Yes." Wen Qingwu didn't beak either, and after answering the call, he retreated and personally boiled water and made tea for Emperor Zhende.

Emperor Joan of Arc looked at Wen Qingwu's back, rolled his eyes in an extremely irritated manner, pursed his thick lips and lowered his head.

For a full quarter of an hour, Wen Qingwu made tea and returned to the hall with it.

Joan of Arc didn't look up until she walked up to him, sat up and began to pour him tea.

Emperor Joan of Arc glanced coldly at the tea poured by Wen Qingwu, "I asked you to make tea." Brew it yourself. After saying that, he withdrew his gaze lightly.

Wen Qingwu was stunned for a moment, and then reacted to what Emperor Joan of Arc meant.

didn't say a word, and turned around and went to the place where his tea set was placed. took out the set of tea sets that the nineteenth princess gave him.

Since Concubine Mei Shufei went, Wen Qingwu has never used a tea set again.

Holding the tea set, he sat upright on the low desk next to Emperor Joan of Arc, and began to make tea quietly.

The hall was quiet, Emperor Joan of Arc approved the folds, and Wen Qingwu sat beside him and made tea with a demure eyebrow. A little bit of grinding and a little boiling water, the spring sun shines through the window, with the green of the branches.

During this period, Emperor Joan of Arc turned his head slightly and looked at Wen Qingwu.

Her calm eyebrows and eyes are really good-looking. Even in this harem full of beauties, it is extremely beautiful. But the most different thing about the whole body is her temperament.

looked at demure, but he understood that it was not demure. In her bones, she has a different stability and atmosphere from other women, and she is really so heavy that Mount Tai collapses in front of her.

He suddenly remembered the many days she had been by his side, and when he thought about it, it seemed that no matter what the situation was for so long, even if she was angry, she was calm. Even when she started with her, she was indifferent.

How did you develop such a character? Emperor Joan of Arc really couldn't figure it out.

Just as he stared at him intently at the moment, he knew she knew. How could someone as transparent and keen-minded as she know that she was looking at her seriously at this moment.

But she was still like this, she didn't even lift her eyelids, let alone pay attention to herself.

On this face, there is no shyness stared at by him, or apprehension, or vigilance, or twisting...... Not at all.

The spring light passed through the crack in the doorway behind her and fell behind her, fine dust dancing in the dappled sunlight.

Her eyebrows are in the backlight, soft and beautiful. In these quiet years, even the woman's hair is quiet. Gently on her sideburns.

The only head on his head is a Cui Tian.

The rounded tourmaline on the earlobe makes her well-behaved and cute.

Wen Qingwu lowered her head and made tea, her eyes calm. She knew that Emperor Joan of Arc was looking at her at this moment.

But she didn't panic at all, and her heart was very calm. This is not the first time that Emperor Joan of Arc has done this, he has always been like this since the beginning of winter last year.

Wen Qingwu felt like a piece of meat on a chopping board. Or items that are waiting to be sold. Let him ponder the price. Weigh the odds of winning with others.

For example, carrying Wei Guifei.

The guard shooting is now becoming more and more powerful in the DPRK and China. But he is cautious and self-respecting, and there is almost nothing wrong with being an official for so many years, so that others can't find a handle to suppress him.

Concubine Wei here, Wen Qingwu didn't know what Emperor Zhende thought, only knew that he didn't want her to be big alone.

Examining without emotion is not a pressure for Wen Qingwu. She stayed by the side of Emperor Joan of Arc because she was valuable. It's normal to look at her worth now.

As for whether she is willing or not, that's another story.

Wen Qingwu took the tea he had made, looked up at Emperor Zhende, and looked calm, "Everyone, it's ready." She said, watching as Joan of Arc hooked the corners of her lips to make herself look less cold.

Even though he knew that Wen Qingwu was smiling and not smiling, Emperor Zhende still couldn't help but look at her more, so he took the tea she handed over, and then took a sip.

Raise your eyebrows, and your eyebrows stretch.

The tea she makes has always been good, and when you drink it in your mouth, you know that it is different from the tea next to her.

After his eyebrows stretched, Emperor Joan of Arc didn't say anything, just took another sip, and then put down the teacup in his hand.

"Why don't you care about anything these days?" Emperor Joan of Arc sat on his dragon chair, glanced at Wen Qingwu condescendingly, and spoke.

Wen Qingwu raised his eyes and looked at Emperor Joan of Arc in surprise, "How could there be?" Everyone is thinking too much. ”

Emperor Zhende listened to Wen Qingwu's words and was noncommittal. He tapped his shoulder, then leaned back on the back of the dragon chair.

Wen Qingwu didn't need him to say a word more, and he understood. got up directly, then walked behind Emperor Joan of Arc, put his hands on Emperor Joan of Arc's shoulders and pinched them.

The intensity is not light or heavy, and it will be good.

Joan of Arc closed his eyes comfortably, then exhaled.

"I'm not blind, I can't even tell if you're right?" Emperor Zhende said, not caring about Wen Qingwu's strange expression, and continued, "I heard that you are good friends with Ling Yi, why don't you see you happy when he gets married. He asked, his voice unwavering, as if he were just asking about an extremely ordinary matter.

It also makes people can't hear the emotion.

Originally, one moment ago, he was still strange that Emperor Joan of Arc paid too much attention to his emotions, but the next moment, when I heard his seemingly unintentional question, my heart felt like I was hammered by a heavy hammer, and I immediately sank.

But fortunately, he and Li Ke had already made it clear at the end of the year. No matter how involved she was after so many days, she couldn't let go of one or two.

So much so that he was suddenly asked by Emperor Joan of Arc, and he didn't lose his temper because he was too panicked. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Rufeng Ling Claw Book House" for free for the first time.