Hua Yuqiong looked at the slightly frowning brow of the night of the festival, the closed eyes, and then looked at the straight nose bridge and the thin lips that were as lightly pursed as a knife.

I'm ......

How can people in this world look like this?

It's as perfect as an undesecrated deity that comes out of a painting.

Hua Yuqiong looked at the sacrifice night and was distracted, and suddenly her eyes flickered, and she fell on the bed.

“……”

Hua Yuqiong's brows furrowed, and the anger in his heart "boomed" up, and kicked at the sacrificial night that hugged him with his restless salty hands.

Who knows, not only did she not kick him, but she was also clamped by the night with those long legs.

"I'm going crazy!"

Hua Yu Qiong's eyebrows were full of annoyance, and she reached out to break the hand that was around her waist.

But I don't know what's going on, she still can't break those two big hands with all the strength she can hold him.

Hua Yuqiong struggled to the point of weakness, and looked upwards helplessly.

"I really owe you."

The thin lips of the sacrificial night who rested his chin on her head were slightly hooked evilly, and the faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, hugging the person in his arms a little tighter.

Hua Yuqiong's face was forced to press against the warm chest, and her eyes full of anger suddenly paused, and she secretly aimed at the slightly open placket of the night festival, and her wheat-colored skin loomed.

She pursed her lips and grimaced.

Oh my God......

It's too easy to get into trouble!

*

The rain was pouring down, and none of the messages received could make people happy.

After last night's toss, the cruel methods of the little prince of the Zhenguo Mansion shocked the whole capital, and even exposed the hypocrisy of He Qingyu and Zhai Yuxuan, who had won a good reputation for more than ten years.

Immediately afterwards, when the prime minister and his son were both killed, the original fake emperor was actually impersonated by the prime minister of the previous dynasty, and the real Yongqi Emperor was imprisoned for many years.

Subsequently, His Royal Highness King Yi, who had been hidden for many years, was not only not a waste, but also encountered Xu Zongcheng's orphans, that is, the princes and princesses, in the palace, and immediately ordered the princes and princesses and the harem concubines to be cleared and put into prison.

At the same time as the palace ordered people to go to the disaster relief, he also ordered people to temporarily detain the remnants and their families who had colluded with Xu Zongcheng in private in their own mansions to prevent them from escaping.

The news of these successions refreshed the minds of people up and down Kyoto, and the heavy rain that had been falling for nearly a day and night gradually became lighter.

All of this seems to indicate the earth-shaking changes that are about to come.

The real emperor now doesn't know life and death, and the rest of the civil and military officials who are laid off have nowhere to go, and they all look at the news in their hands and are worried, and then send someone to send them all to King Yi's mansion.

"Your Highness, another batch of music folds was sent to the palace, and my subordinates brought it."

Han Zeng and Li Yuan walked in from outside, took out a stack of folds and put them on the desk in front of Zhai Zilan.

Zhai Zilan raised her eyebrows, and took out half of it and pushed it to the side.

"I'm going crazy!"

Looking at this batch of twists and turns, Cheng Yuqi, who had been sitting for nearly a day, only felt a pain in his brain, and put the pen in his hand on the pen shelf. As soon as he closed his eyes, he covered his ears with his hands and lay back.

"Don't give it to me, I can't see anything, I don't know anything, I can't write anything."

Han Zeng glanced at Cheng Yuqi, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he turned his eyes to look at His Royal Highness.