"Prince Qingyuan, please stop!" A chaotic sound of footsteps remembered that in the corridor outside the imperial study, I saw a snow-white figure passing through the defenses and approaching the door of the imperial study without hindrance.

"Prince Qingyuan! The emperor will not be able to receive you. The two eunuchs chased after them desperately, but they could only reach the dust.

Qingyuan smiled nonchalantly, and continued to move forward without stopping, exuding an unstoppable and intimidating momentum all over his body, and there was a faint imperceptible urgency in his dark pupils.

The courtiers who were waiting outside to see the emperor couldn't help but be stunned when they saw this kind of neck, and looked at each other. Who is this young man, who dares to make a mistake outside the imperial study?

What are all these old men doing here? Qingyuan was slightly stunned when he saw the grand scene outside the imperial study. glanced at the group of ministers, each of them was either gray-haired, or their eyes were blank and their teeth were shaking, and the average age was not eighty or seventy-six, and they couldn't even walk the road, and they couldn't even recognize people. Now there was an old guy waving at him and shouting at him: "Xiaobao, grandfather is here, why don't you come and say hello?" ”

When you are old, why don't you return to your hometown to recuperate? Qingyuan shook his head helplessly, people's desires are endless, for the sake of status and title, even if the whole body is lying in the coffin, he still does not give up.

Qingyuan, who was blocked from the way, frowned, and his speed slowed down. A group of sluggish old men were all crammed into the doorway, and the squeezed water could not be drained. Although these old ministers are boring to watch, they can't let him fly over their heads weakly! Sighing, he shouted, "Let me in, you still owe me a gift." ”

Suddenly there was silence at the scene, and the pair of presbyopia eyes that could not be opened instantly lit up, and the copper bells that were opened were large, and they looked straight at the young man.

Who? How bold you dare to threaten the emperor?

Qingyuan didn't care that he became the focus of everyone's attention, he still stared at the closed door proudly, his expression confident and determined, as if everything was under his control.

With a 'yah', a eunuch walked out, bowed down and said, "Prince Qingyuan, summoned by the emperor." ”

Qingyuan hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, and clasped his fists at the old people around him. "Concession." Walked briskly through the gap that he had finally given up and entered the imperial study.

As the door of the imperial study closed, the sound of small heads and ears came and went, and the ears that had been heard again and again suddenly became sharp and sharp.

"Who's that? How could the emperor let him in so easily? I waited for two days and couldn't see the emperor! ”

"I heard that he is the emperor's most trusted military advisor."

"Why do I seem to have heard a certain minister say that he was a wizard with strong spells, and the emperor relied on him to sit on the throne, so the emperor treated him with great courtesy."

"It seems to be oh, I also heard that don't look at his young age, he is actually a hundred years old."

"Yes, yes, even the arrogant Prince Jin Shu has to give him three points!"

"I've heard about it---"

Outside the door of the study, which is blocked by the door, the floating, exaggerated, and exaggerated 'facts' are expanding in disarray---

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"Your Majesty, Prince Qingyuan has come in."

"Well, let's go down."

As the eunuch entered Qingyuan in the imperial study, he stood leisurely a few feet away from the bookcase on the stairs, staring at the person in front of him with his eyes shimmering, revealing a faint fascination in his eyes.

Jin Ran, who was sitting in front of the bookcase, was dressed in a yellow robe, and only responded casually to the eunuch's report, without raising his head, and still discussed in a low voice with Guan Luo, who was standing on the side, about the scroll in his hand, as if there was no Qingyuan in his eyes at all.

Qingyuan didn't think much of Jin Ran's ignorance, and still waited for a while, calling softly with his burning gaze. When he saw her clear black eyes turn boiling, Qingyuan chuckled in satisfaction.

How much does the royal robe coronation weigh to her? The smile in Qingyuan's eyes faded, replaced by deep pity and reluctance. How could her weak and delicate body bear it? How can you bear the shackles that carry the burden of the people?

She knew that as soon as Qingyuan stepped into the door, he stared at her tightly, tightly. Although she never looked up at him, even though she had been concentrating on discussing with Taifu, she still strongly felt that Qingyuan was calling her in his unique way, calling her senses, her soul.

All day long, the door had been filled with annoying noises, and the nagging of the group of old ministers shook her eardrums, making her want to scream in frustration, but even if it was so noisy outside, why did she immediately notice Qingyuan's subtle footsteps as soon as they appeared on the other side of the corridor?

"The minister retired first." Guan Luo felt the undercurrent surging between the two, and he was about to leave as soon as he bowed down.

"Taifu, you can't leave yet!" Jin Ran shouted urgently, raised his head suddenly, and when he looked at Shang Qingyuan's eyes full of too much emotion, his heart was fierce, realizing that his performance was far from the image of a country's dignity, and hurriedly forced himself not to look over, not to look at the eyes that would make him panic, and his eyes were tightly pressed at Taifu, for fear that his uncontrollable mind would let his eyes slip away from Qingyuan's body.

"Why can't you go?" Guan Luo smiled, with a little urgency. "The chapter has been discussed, and the emperor has a distinguished guest to visit, when will the minister not leave at this time?"

"But --- the tax of the people of Guanyu is still to be discussed---" Jin Ran struggled, how could she not know this? It's just that her soul is clamoring, eager to break out of the cage she has enclosed with reason, and to go to the thirst for emotion. She was afraid that when the two of them were alone, the title of 'Lord of the Lily of the Valley' could no longer restrain her self-pressing, and under the charm of Qingyuan, she would betray herself and the people of the world---

"Your Majesty, this year's treasury is abundant, and the new lord ascends the throne, all taxes will be halved, and the minister is sure that the emperor has promised it himself just now." Guan Luo looked at Jin Ran with a slight reproach, like an elder looking at a spoiled junior, knowing all her tricks. "The minister is old, and he can't afford the emperor's day and night toss, please let the minister take a breath!"

After finishing speaking, Jin Ran didn't let him have any chance to argue, nodded to Qingyuan and said goodbye, raising his eyebrows, and the wrinkled face of the wise man was actually full of pride. With a happy smile, he walked out of the study and closed the door.

Jin Ran's eyebrows were furrowed, her eyes kept on the bookcase, and the dull breath stagnated between the two, pressing her almost out of breath. She knew that Qingyuan was still looking at her directly, and the slight difference from Fang Cai was that his eyes were more wild and unscrupulous.

"You let me in, you don't want the two of us to be so relatively speechless until dawn!" Qingyuan opened his mouth lightly, with ridicule in his tone.

"Presumptuous." Jin Ran reprimanded, forced herself to calm down, took up the national master's frame, and deliberately emphasized her current status, she knew that this would be the best weapon to hurt people. "I don't have time to gossip, stop talking about him."

Qingyuan's expression sank, and then recovered, and he couldn't help but not be angry as Jin Ran expected, but laughed softly. Doesn't he know about her? He knew better than anyone else that she was disgusted with this throne, so how could she be arrogant of power?

Want to provoke him? Qingyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, let's change the way!

"Your Majesty still owes the grass people the same reward, I don't know if you remember?" Qingyuan clenched his fists, his posture was respectful, but his expression was full of banter. Want to play? Let's play!

"You don't joke." Why is her position high, but he still feels that his momentum is compelling, almost overpowering her? "Say it!"

"Your Majesty is really fast!" Qingyuan high-fived and applauded, but in his heart he felt sorry for her stubbornness, and occasionally behaved coquettishly, what if he played a little laipi? He will tolerate her, "The grass people have only one request, I hope Your Majesty will fulfill it." ”

"What request?" Jin Ran asked slowly, her expression was calm as usual, but her palms were sweating nervously, she was afraid that the elusive him would say something amazing,--- such a thought scared her, but strangely in the panic there was a trace of expectation.