Quick Cross: Time and Space Judge

Chapter 405
Su Ling's complexion was not good, she seemed very displeased, she was holding something in her arms, and crossed the roads to Longxuan Palace, the space of Longxuan Palace was huge, it was many times bigger than her Kunning Palace.

And there is a garden at the back of Longxuan Hall, which is comparable to an imperial garden, full of flowers of various seasons, which is extremely beautiful.

Under a beautifully blooming peach blossom tree sits a man who looks like a heavenly man.

The beautiful pink petals are falling one by one. The man is dignified and elegant, and his eyes are serious as he looks at the book in his hand. At this moment, a petal just floats onto a strand of blue hair on his chest. This picture is like a painting. Fairy-like dreamy and somewhat unreal.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he saw something pleasant.

As soon as Su Ling arrived at the back garden, what he saw was this scene, and his face became even more ugly.

She has worked so hard for a month, this man is so good, he has been lazy for a month, and all the hard work is left to himself, but he is here leisurely and comfortably reading his script.

It's a lie not to be angry, the anger burst out, and with a bang, he threw all the things he carried onto the stone table vigorously, and watched the man coldly.

"very nice?"

Gritting his teeth in his voice, he shot the book in the man's hand, and the book was instantly turned into ashes in Su Ling's hand.

The man was neither angry nor angry, he was used to it, but when he saw her, he smiled happily: "Here, sit down."

Naturally, he poured a glass of water and carefully brought it to her, and said considerately: "You are thirsty, drink some water to moisten your throat."

Su Ling stared at the man indifferently, not intending to drink water, and the man didn't feel embarrassed, smiled and put down the water, picked up the pastry beside him: "Don't drink water, eat some pastry, your favorite , just made it."

"Ok?"

The pastry was handed to Su Ling, and the monosyllable was uttered lazily, as if suspiciously beckoning her to eat.

"Qin Yue!"

Su Ling gritted her teeth, picked up the memorial that was thrown on the table and threw it into Qin Yue's arms, and said in a bad voice, "Take back your mess, I, a queen mother, will go to the court for you every day, but you hide here leisurely." comfortable."

"It's so ugly, all the dirty water is poured on me, how do you say this will end?"

After being an ambitious queen mother who controlled the government for a month, Su Ling realized that the emperor is a hard-working profession. If she really became the queen that day, not only would she not have the feeling that one person is inferior to ten thousand people, She's still a fart queen.

Apart from worrying about the country and the people all day long, and sitting in that chair that can cause hemorrhoids every day, what else can be leisurely and carefree.

It is simply a waste of work without rewards.

She couldn't stand this kind of thing for five days, and she almost didn't collapse for a full month. Should she be thankful that she wasn't exhausted yet?

It turned out to be a exhausting job, so she couldn't figure it out, why so many people wanted to sit in that position?

Is it all to exhaust yourself?

Depend on!
A group of self-torturing ancient people!
She originally thought that becoming the empress dowager was really boring, and those ministers begged her to let her take charge of the overall situation. After thinking about it, she was bored anyway, so she just played with the government.

But who knows, this government is so boring.

What's even worse is Qin Yue, who obviously healed half a month ago, but he just said to the outside world that he couldn't lift the injured, his legs, lungs, feet, and hands were useless, all kinds of self-destructive and self-defeating.

She was so angry that she stood on the cusp of the storm every day for this month and was criticized by everyone.

It's innocent enough, bitter enough, and it's enough to bear the gossip of these people!
(End of this chapter)