CHAPTER XLVI

Early the next morning.

"Ning Qing—" Lying on the bed, Su Ying called.

"Childe?" Ning Qing pushed open the door and walked in, holding a basin of water in his hand and a towel on the side of the basin.

"When did I come back yesterday?" Taking the towel that Ning Qing had wrung up, I Su Ying leaned on the pillow behind me, reached out and wiped my face and arms.

He was already asleep in the carriage that came back yesterday, thinking that Qiluan sent him back.

"It's just a little past the time of the child." Ning Qing took the towel back from Su Ying's hand, her eyebrows moved, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just took the towel and dipped it into the water.

Su Ying yawned and reached out to rub the acupuncture points in the center of his eyebrows.

"His Majesty Qiluan also sent back more than six million taels of silver tickets from the Liuhe Gambling House." Ning Qing said.

Su Ying raised his head and met Ning Qing's eyes that wanted to speak and stopped.

He raised an eyebrow and didn't speak.

"Does he know about Childe's relationship with the Shadow?" Ning Qing's tone was a little worried and helpless.

"Ning Qing, I'll tell him sooner or later, but it's not the time yet." Su Ying said simply, a little perfunctory in her heart.

"Childe, have you ever thought that if he knew your identity, he would be—"

"So I said, I can't let him know now." Su Ying said in an unquestionable tone, "I'll take care of this problem." ”

Ignoring Ning Qing's reaction, Su Ying turned over and wrapped herself in the quilt.

After a long time, the footsteps left, and Su Ying lay on the bed and sighed silently.

What Ning Qing said, he thought about it a thousand times, ten thousand times?

However, he could not think of a better way than the concessions and compromises he could do now.

The Shadow and him have long been inseparable.

It was like his relative, his child, and he watched it go from a small force that no one knew about step by step to the present. It represented his Su Ying's ambition and efforts from the very beginning.

It's not that he can't give it up, it's that he really can't give it up.

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In the next half month or so, the entire Spirit Realm Imperial Court, which Qiluan had already taken leave, exploded.

Every day, I only deal with government affairs in the morning, and as long as I go down to the court, I don't want to see Qiluan again. With urgent military affairs, white-bearded ministers with sweat on their foreheads rushed all over the ground, like rats who had been beaten with chicken blood - they couldn't find the master who had an idea.

Later, these old ministers always played hide and seek with Qiluan and found some ways.

After going down to the court, I can't see the great Qiluan Majesty, so I went to Shangshu Mansion first and went directly to the third son; Shangshu Mansion, still do not see the figure of His Majesty Qiluan, and then set a carriage around the city of Chaoge, maybe in which place with a unique scenery can meet his old man; If you can't find it again, the old ministers will comfort themselves - Your Majesty doesn't want people to find it, so don't look for it, if you meet Your Majesty somewhere, and happen to bump into some "good thing", isn't it boring for yourself?

The old ministers have learned to be obedient, and they don't look for Qiluan if they have nothing to do.

I'm really anxious to raise my eyebrows, the corners of my anxious mouth are blistering, and you can't rush over when you find Qiluan, you have to say hello first fifty meters away, otherwise when the little couple is sweet and sweet, you rush over at a lightning speed without a head or a brain-even if the spiritual world is finished one second late, Qiluan will let you play with eggs before the spiritual world is finished.

After half a month, the old ministers who couldn't bear this kind of game of hiding cats and cats wrote one after another: Please ask Your Majesty to marry Su Ying, the third son of the Ministry of Rites, as the queen. Su Ying's son is amazingly beautiful, has both ability and political integrity, comes from a family, and has good conduct...... Please make sure that Your Majesty marries a wife as soon as possible.

In fact, when Qiluan almost moved half of his imperial study to Su Ying's room, Su Ying expected that there would be such a day.

Indeed, this is probably the only way to stop Qiluan's "unwarranted vacation" that is neither white nor black.

Su Ying used to wonder if there would be a letter from an old minister, bluntly saying that Su Ying was a vixen who was governed by sex, and he quickly killed him to save trouble for the spirit world. However, after seeing the old ministers' sincere recitals one by one, he dispelled this idea that it was more difficult than ascending to the sky.

Qiluan has done a great job, and he has always done so. Without touching the principle, the old ministers will not touch his moldy head.

He is so successful in the court, and he will not let go of the little shadows on the rivers and lakes.

In this way, Su Ying also ushered in his coming-of-age ceremony.

Su Ying stood in front of the mirror, silent.

Ning Qing stood aside and saw Su Ying's eyes, and couldn't help but shiver.

When Su Ying turned around, he couldn't help frowning when he saw Ning Qing holding a bunch of things that were taller than himself.

"What is this ......?"

Ning Qing looked at Su Ying tentatively before saying, "This is your dress today." ”

The corners of Su Ying's mouth twitched.

"Why does this dress look like the bride wears?" Su Ying frowned, and reached out to twist a ribbon of unknown purpose.

"Childe, the clothes were sent by His Majesty Qiluan this morning." Ning Qing's tone was a little gloating no matter how she heard it, "Why don't you talk to His Majesty Qiluan yourself?" ”

Su Ying was unhappy that he pressed himself with a qiluan, so he glanced at him and threatened: "Believe it or not, I asked you to put it on for me today?" ”

Ning Qing showed a crying and laughing expression, "What are you bullying me here, and I didn't send the clothes." ”

Su Ying was silent.

The dress sent by Qiluan was bright red, made of only a bright vermilion, dazzling gold embroidery, and the waist was just right.

Wearing a golden crown on his head, all of Su Ying's hair was carefully coiled under the golden crown on top of his head by Ning Qing.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Su Ying felt more and more that this dress looked like a modified version of a lady's model.

Facing the mirror, Su Ying frowned tightly.