Tidying up his shirt again, Dongfang Li frowned and looked at the man, with a suspicious face: "How can the prime minister know how to wear this woman's dress?" ”

Jun raised his eyebrows: "Talented." ”

Dongfang Li: "..."I believe you are a ghost!"

"The prime minister is already more than twenty years old, and if you want to come to the prime minister's mansion to have a lot of roommates."

The girl lowered her eyes and spoke in a sour tone.

The man's face was dark, and the little guy didn't believe her?

There are still a lot of maids in the room?

Does she look like such a beast?

Then he pulled the face of the handsome man and forced the person into a corner: "Why don't you wait for the class teacher to return to the court, and Your Majesty will go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to sit down?" It just so happened that the minister's backyard was still empty, and if His Majesty liked it, he could stay for a long time. ”

Dongfang Li's face turned a thin red, and he bit his lower lip: "I won't go." ”

Eyes wander around.

"How about the minister move into His Majesty's bedroom?" Save the group of warblers and swallows to remember.

The girl blushed and refused to speak: "It's not unorthodox." ”

He went, what would the Manchu civil and military forces think?

The monarch and the minister can't escape from the broken sleeves.

He is shameless, and she still wants it.

His eyes drifted to the window and pushed the man: "Prime Minister, it's not early, let's leave early." ”

Jun Qing withdrew his arm, looked her up and down, and shook his head: "There is still one thing missing." ”

As he spoke, he took a white veil from the side: "Your Majesty is better to wear this." ”

Dongfang took a look, took it, and surrounded it according to his words.

Because Jun Qing took the woman out of the post station, it immediately attracted many people in the palace to snoop.

Especially Beiming Linlang, not long after he left the palace gate, he heard this, and the smoldering fire that had just gone down came up again.

Regardless of Bei Mingyu's opposition, he killed all the way to Baimeixuan.

The two of them came one step earlier and booked the last box, Princess Linlang, who has been pampered since childhood, how could she bear to crowd the lobby with people and make trouble with the old bustard, and finally spent a lot of money to drive out the people in a box and sit in by herself.

It's good to die, that room happens to be opposite Jun Qing, because to watch the performance, the door of the room is generally not closed, and the two of them behave in the eyes of each other.

At this moment, there is a lot of noise in Baimei Xuan, mostly orchestral sounds, frolicking sounds, singing and dancing.

Dongfang frowned uncomfortably: "Prime Minister, how long will it take for the Oiran Contest to start?" ”

Jun lightly hugged the girl's waist: "It's almost there." ”

Dongfang Li was very uncomfortable, and writhed twice: "Prime Minister, why did you have a dispute with someone in the Qinglou back then?" ”

Jun Qing: "..."

What is the little one going to do?

Why did you get to this topic again?

After carefully looking at the other party for a while, Fang made a tentative voice: "I don't remember." ”

Dongfang Li: "..."

"Why did you come to the Qinglou with Princess Linlang that day?"

The girl stared at him stunned, not knowing what she was thinking.

Jun Qing now wants to pull out the original body and beat him violently, where to go, he has to go to the Qinglou, frowning and thinking about it, before he can answer, he heard a coquettish voice.

"Gongsun Junqing, you don't like this princess, is it because of her!" Beiming Linlang's apricot eyes stared at Dongfang Li, very unwilling.

After that, embarrassment flashed on Bei Mingyu's face, and he pulled the other party's sleeve, but was thrown away.

Jun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, hugged Dongfang Li into his arms, and his expression was like that of a scumbag: "I only like her alone." ”

Don't say it's her, the original body is just a one-sided relationship with Princess Linlang, how can there be any feelings?

These are just the conjectures of Beiming Linlang.

Wishful thinking.