The grandmothers folded their hands together and bowed to the Bodhisattva Niangniang, and then ran away as if they were running away--

The emperor loves his mother so much, this kind of thing, he shouldn't be angry, right?

Facts show: There is a limit to how much a man spoils a woman.

Just Qianqian silently recited it 10,000 times in her heart: "The great mercy and compassion of the Buddha Guanyin Niangniang, one day, one day late, is it okay?" ”

Today, I really can't afford to hurt --

T_T, Nangong Jing, that stingy ghost, really won't be angry?

Before I finished worshipping, I heard the door "bang" and was pushed open.

Seeing someone laughing very sassy, Qianqian suddenly felt again, why worship Guanyin Niangniang?

Although, Qianqian feels that it is a very immoral thing to "build one's own happiness on the pain of others",

However, she has no morals to speak of,

Qianqian asked Beibei to go out first, and after drinking a glass of wine, someone couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart,

didn't wait for her to speak, he picked her up neatly and went straight to the point,

The bed curtain was lightly lowered, Qianqian stretched out her hand and slowly stroked Nangong Jing's face, and said in an apologetic whisper: "Rest early, it's inconvenient today--"

Nangong Jing's body stiffened when he heard this, "This joke is not funny!" ”

As a result, something was confirmed, and Nangong Jing hugged the quilt and cried bitterly, "Woo woo--, Qianqian, I love you so much, how can you be so cruel--"

-

The next day, when Nangong Jing walked out of the door with black circles under his eyes, he looked at each other meaningfully and smiled,

As a result, the angry voice of a certain emperor came: "You two go and catch a hundred sparrows for me!" ”

Chasing souls and asking for life: "......", I still couldn't help asking: "What does the emperor want the sparrow to do?" ”

A certain emperor gritted his teeth and said: "Cramps, skinning, drinking blood!" ”

Soul chasing looked at the angry back of a certain emperor and analyzed: "Newlywed Yan'er, this is unreasonable!" ”，

Then Qianqian appeared at the door with a helpless face, looked at the two and said: "The emperor is in a bad mood these days, you should take care of it more",

Puzzled, he asked, "Why?" ”

Qianqian stroked her forehead, "This matter is really a long story",

Seeing that the two of them were worried, Qianqian was relieved again: "Seven days at most, he is in a good mood",

Chasing souls and asking for life: "......", this can also be counted as days?

-

The court was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder.

All the ministers didn't dare to make a sound, today Nangong Jing was very angry,

Now that the court is full of his own people, he is also respectful to Nangong Jing and very tolerant.

Nangong Jing took a book and began to find faults, even Nangong Yi was not spared.

Even if there is a typo in the fold, Nangong Jing can lose his temper,

Hearing this, Qianqian sighed: This man is really unprovoked--

After going to the court, Qianqian was still good-natured and stewed soup with his own hands and sent him to the imperial study.

The city gate is on fire, and the fish in the pond that have been affected are too pitiful--

knocked on the door, but no one answered, so Qianqian pushed the door straight open,

Nangong Jing raised her eyes and saw that it was her, so she said: "Stay away from me, my whole body is full of fire, be careful that it burns you!" ”

Qianqian smiled when she heard this, and Nangong Jing was even more angry in her heart: she was still laughing?

She didn't know how much she was looking forward to this day, and she had invested almost all of his enthusiasm, and she was--

Although this kind of thing can't blame her in the end,

But he is afraid that he is the most bitter emperor in the history of Nanyue, and he was actually left out in the cold.

Qianqian put the wooden plate in his hand on the table, picked up the soup cup and handed it to Nangong Jing, and said softly with a smile: "Lower the fire, it will be more comfortable to drink it--"

Nangong Jing: "......", still fire, still fire?

It's even more uncomfortable --