"When are you still eating oranges?" The little guy glared at her dissatisfied.

Meng Yuyun sneered, but did not refute, carefully peeled the skin clean, and the plain white hand lined the orange petals. She stretched out her hand, put it into Qin Shu's palm, and whispered, "Eat an orange, it will be much better."

Qin Shu took it, his eyes fell on Meng Yuyun's body with some complications, and he said softly, "Thank you."

The emperor's gaze fell on Meng Yuyun's body, and the eunuch Xu Sheng on the side nodded at him inexplicably, and his heart suddenly understood.

coughed twice, picked up the wine utensils, and said, "Holy Son, I see that your little guy is a little weird, what are you doing with a mask on your face?"

Qin Shuben drank wine and lost his strength, and just after eating an orange, his burning stomach finally eased a little. I wanted to reply, but the words came to my lips, but I didn't have the strength to say them.

"Back to the emperor, the slave has been disfigured since he was a child, and he was afraid of disturbing the masters, so he dared to wear a mask and enter the palace with the holy son." Meng Yuyun lowered her head and said in a loud voice.

Zou Shuang'er, who was beside the queen, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, looking like she was watching a good show, but she was not ready to say that this was Qin Jing'an's younger brother, so as not to make the emperor think that Qin Jing'an had secretly befriended the Holy Son of Miaojiang.

"Take off the mask and let me see."

A sentence that was not salty or light came into someone's ears, Qin Jingan couldn't help frowning, he held the wine set and took a sip, "Since it is disfigured, it is not good to scare the emperor and the queen." ”

"It's okay, I'm just looking." The Emperor narrowed his eyes.

Qin Jing'an wanted to say something, but Meng Yuyun had already knelt down upright, and said loudly: "Slaves are born ugly, I'm afraid that the emperor will feel disgusted when he sees it, it doesn't matter if the emperor hates slaves, it's just that the Holy Son needs someone to serve him at any time." Before unmasking the mask, he also asked the emperor to forgive the slave for his innocence. ”

She was extremely calm, not like a person of her age, and this made the emperor laugh.

"Good eloquence, okay! I forgive you for your innocence! The emperor laughed, his gaze swept over Qin Jing'an's face, only to see that the latter couldn't bear it, and the smile on his lips became thicker and thicker.

Meng Yuyun took a deep breath, everyone's hot eyes fell on her face, she couldn't help but smile bitterly, this scene was really like the day after her family was destroyed. was also forced to pull away the hair that blocked his face.

She bit her lip, her trembling hand gripping the strap of the mask, her brow furrowed slightly, and with a slight pull on her hand, the mask fell off in pieces.

For a while, there was silence in the hall.

Meng Yuyun only felt that every minute and every second was Ling Chi for herself, and her heart was shattered into powder little by little under the shocked and disgusted gazes of these people. She smiled, her knees aching on the cold ground.

"Your Majesty, the courtiers have heard that the Holy Son is kind-hearted and still doesn't believe it. Now look at it, it's the truth! If such a person stays with his courtier, he is afraid that if he gets up in the middle of the night to look at him, he will faint with fright. It was Zou Shuang'er who reacted first, she covered her mouth and smiled, and her sharp sarcastic words were like cold embroidery needles, densely piercing Meng Yuyun's heart.

Meng Yuyun only felt that her fingertips were numb in pain, she licked her lips, looked at Zou Shuang'er's face without fear, and sneered in her heart, yes, such a beautiful person naturally looks down on herself.

"Shuang'er, you shouldn't judge people by their appearance." Qin Jing'an's face was expressionless, and he said coldly, but there was an inexplicable emotion.

Zou Shuang'er pursed her lips and closed her mouth a little aggrieved, but a pair of eyes swirled disdainfully on Meng Yuyun's body.

"Your Majesty, can the minions put on masks?" When Meng Yuyun read the word slave, she only felt that her tongue was tangled together.

How ridiculous, the daughter of the Meng family has become a slave in the eyes of these people. Her eyelids drooped, covering the helplessness under her eyes.

"Ahem, put it on!" The emperor was obviously shocked, after all, Meng Yuyun's other half of her face was very good, with red lips and white teeth.

Meng Yuyun put it on obediently, and the mask was a little icy on her face at first.

"Judging people by their appearance is indeed superficial." Qin Shu's expression on the book was also a little strange, he raised his eyes, and his gaze fell coldly on Zou Shuang'er's face.

Where has Zou Shuang'er been ridiculed like this, Qin Jing'an said that she was restrained, and when Qin Shu said this, her face suddenly turned red, she bit her lip, and her angry chest rose and fell.

"Your Majesty, for a person like the Holy Son, where can he be served without a caring person around him?" A smile appeared on the queen's dignified face, she paused, and continued, "A beauty like Shuang'er is not worthy of those who do nothing. If you are married to the Holy Son, you will think that in the future, it must be the love of husband and wife, Qin Se and Ming. ”

As soon as these words came out, Qin Shu's face changed, his face turned cold, and there was a sense of anger in his brows, but he couldn't bear it.

"I look at it too!" The emperor's eyes looked at Shuang'er, and then at Qin Shu, obviously very satisfied with what the queen said.

Meng Yuyun's eyes keenly caught the panic that flashed in Qin Shu's eyes, he held the wine utensils tightly, and his jawline was very tight.

Zou Shuang'er's face was not much better than his, she was stunned as if she had lost her soul, she frowned tightly, and just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by a person who suddenly appeared.

"Father!" The sound of milk resounded in the hall, and the moment she heard this voice, Meng Yuyun's eyes bent. She couldn't help but think of Su Xin at home, and it was such a soft and glutinous voice, which made people can't stop the love in their hearts.

Everyone's eyes looked at the source of the voice, a little girl with pink makeup. She stood at the door of the main hall, her eyes were a little red, her mouth was pursed, and she looked very unhappy. Behind her were guards and palace maids who tried to stop but failed to stop her.

It can be seen that this little girl is very favored. In Meng Yuyun's memory, the most favored daughter of the current saint is the deceased imperial concubine Ming He Emperor. Lost his mother since he was a child, he was fostered by the queen's side, and was extremely favored by the saint.

"Minghe, why are you here?" The emperor's eyes were sharp, and he saw at a glance that Ming and Emperor Ji were only wearing a pair of foot clothes, and the plain white foot clothes were already dirty on the ground, wet, leaving a string of stains on the smooth ground.

"The queen mother explained that she could see her father when she woke up, but Minghe waited for a long time, but he didn't see his father." Minghe said, his little face collapsed, obviously unhappy.

The emperor glanced at the empress with a little reproach, quickly got up, rushed over almost trotting all the way and picked up Ming and Diji, suppressed anger in his voice, and asked, "Why did you come out without shoes?" How do you who serve serve the Emperor? ”