Nangong Yin looked at the women kneeling on the ground, but did not let them get up, only asked coldly: "Could it be that I did something wrong today?" ”

The concubines, when they heard Nangong Yin say this, they all gasped instantly.

Liu Yinshu, who was the leader, and the pair of well-maintained nails under the wide sleeves almost pinched directly into the flesh of the palm.

She never thought that Nangong Yin, who was not close to women in the past five years, would be able to directly create such a big battle and preference for a woman for the first time.

Liu Yinshu's face almost stuck directly to the floor tiles under him.

She spoke again, with great trepidation in her tone, "Enlighten the emperor, it is the concubine who has neglected to observe for a while, and I hope that the emperor will forgive the sin." ”

"I hope the emperor will forgive his sins." The rest of the crowd immediately chimed in.

In this way, the monstrous waves that were almost set off by a group of harem women collapsed in an instant under Nangong Yin's words, not only returning to normal, but also appearing more peaceful than ever.

"Since you all know your mistakes, then go back to the palace and face the wall to introspect for a month." Nangong Yin looked at the group of women at his feet, and waved his sleeves very magnanimously, like dispersing insects and ants, driving everyone away.

"As for Li Meiren, since her face is injured." Nangong Yin's gaze fell on the first woman who stepped forward to complain, "Then rest in the palace more, and you must not move around at will without being summoned." ”

A sentence of quiet recuperation has become a woman's final cold palace home.

"......" The concubines' hearts were like being struck by lightning for a moment, and they were still [dumb] eating coptis, and they couldn't say the bitterness they dared not say.

Nangong Yin didn't even glance at the concubines who were fleeing behind him, and stepped into the main hall.

A moment ago, Nangong Yin, who was still a dignified emperor who was not approached by anyone, instantly melted with a sense of tenderness on his face.

He looked at Ye Qingzhou, who was sitting at the table, chewing slowly and enjoying the food, and asked softly: "Qingzhou, are these meals still to your liking?" ”

"Well, that's good." Ye Qingzhou took a sip of the soup stock, and as soon as she put down the dishes and chopsticks, she saw Nangong Yin give her a piece of brocade and wanted to wipe the corners of her lips.

Ye Qingzhou turned his head to dodge, not giving the other party a chance to take advantage of.

Ye Qingzhou has been confident and proud since she was a child, no matter where she goes, what kind of identity she is, what kind of skin she uses, or what opponent she encounters, she will not have much change in her mood.

But when she learned early in the morning, Nangong Yin, who had been married at the age of fifteen, now not only has fourteen sons, and a group of countless daughters, but also has three thousand harem beauties.

Li Meiren, who broke in arrogantly just now, is just the most insignificant scoop among the three thousand weak waters.

Although, the palace maids also said that Nangong Yin has never spoiled anyone in the past five years.

However, Ye Qingzhou still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"Who made our little boat unhappy?" Nangong Yin came to Ye Qingzhou's side like a child, and sent the fragrant tea in his hand over, and actually waited for her to rinse her mouth in person.

Ye Qingzhou followed the movements of his hand, took a sip of tea, and after rinsing his mouth, he said, "You provoked me." ”

Her body at this time, only sixteen years old, with a crisp and pleasant voice with a hint of coquettishness, not so much that she was reproaching, but in Nangong Yin's ears, she felt that it was a little girl's coquettishness.

Just like before, on the federal continent.

"Then what can I do, Qingzhou, can you forgive me?" Nangong Yin subconsciously got a little closer, and took the charming and lovely girl in his arms.

"I want to go out for a walk and eat, but I don't want to move." Ye Qingzhou's white fingertips gently pulled the strap on the golden crown of the man beside him.

Her sun-like lips were dyed with a soul-soothing smile, "I don't know, do you have a solution?" ”

Suddenly, a group of palace maids and eunuchs outside the main hall saw the emperor of Wen Taowuluo, carrying the twenty-eight-year-old Ye Qingzhou on his back, and walked towards the imperial garden in high spirits.

Over the years, the great eunuch who has been by Nangong Yin's side, looking at the backs of the two of them in the distance, always feels that today's saint is even more nervous and happy than the day he ascended the throne.