Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

"Hey……"

Zhou Jiangyan sighed again. He frowned slightly, and the tea on the table went cold again and again, but was never drunk.

Shen Lan on the side couldn't help it anymore. He held Zhou Jiangyan's hand, his eyes full of heartache, and asked: "Jiangyan... what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Jiangyan came back to his senses. He rubbed the back of Shen Lan's hand with his fingers and evoked a smile, but he could not hide the haggardness and worry in his eyes.

"Shen Lan...yesterday, my sister asked someone to bring me a letter...hey, it seems that the Yao family seems to be making some moves and asking me to be more careful in the palace."

"I never thought that Yao Shuoguang would find me yesterday."

Speaking of this, Zhou Jiangyan's eyes showed a hint of anger, but he did not continue speaking. He waved his hands, as if he didn't want to mention it and didn't care.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this." Zhou Jiangyan smiled, he finally picked up the teacup and took a sip, "I remember, Shen Lan, you have a piece of music you want to play for me."

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention, not to mention Zhou Jiangyan did it on purpose. Shen Lan and Mu Tianze, who were sitting next to Zhou Jiangyan, both had their eyes darkened.

"Jiangyan, can I perform a sword dance for you?"

Looking at each other, Shen Lan and Mu Tianze understood what the other meant. They rarely have no enemies, and they unexpectedly stand on the same front.

In the evening, both the Minister of Civil Affairs and the General of Zhenguo received a letter from the palace.

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"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Liu is observing, and Luan Wei is also investigating." In the evening, Zhong Changfeng put his arm around Zhou Jiangyan's shoulders and said, "I have seen some clues. This time... thank you Zitong."

"Well," Zhou Jiangyan pursed his lips, "Your Majesty, what did your Majesty think was wrong with the conversation between Zitong and Yao Shuoguang yesterday?"

Zhong Changfeng was stunned for a moment. He heard this and thought carefully about the conversation between Zhou Jiangyan and Yao Tonghai yesterday. Because he was really angry yesterday and was blinded by his emotions, so he didn't pay much attention to the content of their conversation.

Looking back now, there was something wrong with Yao Yuhai's attitude and tone at that time. That provocative expression in the probing made Zhong Changfeng, who had been sensitive since childhood, immediately notice the clues.

He is all too familiar with this situation. Isn't it the kind of unconscious behavior when trying to persuade others to do something?

Although there is no conclusive evidence, the seeds of doubt have been planted in Zhong Changfeng's heart. Whenever one begins to doubt someone, whatever that person does seems to confirm your suspicion.

Just like, when you suspect that your partner is cheating on you, even if his breathing is slow for a second, it is a sign of his guilty conscience.

Of course, this is not necessarily accurate. After all, it is just forcing your emotions on others. In fact, this is a psychological hint, but now it is a good reminder for Zhong Changfeng.

As an emperor, you will always be suspicious.

"Well..." Zhong Changfeng raised his eyes. He and Zhou Jiangyan looked at each other and said softly, "Your Majesty is really as considerate as your hair... If you are like this, what more can I ask for."

Zhou Jiangyan smiled, he held Zhong Changfeng into his arms with gentle eyes, kissed him gently on the forehead, and said nothing, but everything was left unspoken.

I don't know what Zhong Changfeng thought of, but a distressed soft color flashed in his eyes. He was in Zhou Jiangyan's arms, his hands inserted into Zhou Jiangyan's waist, and he hugged him closely.

"Don't let Jiang Yan do this again... If it were anyone else, I'm afraid Jiang Yan would be..."

After listening to Zhong Changfeng's words, Zhou Jiangyan hugged him with warmth in his arms. He touched Zhong Changfeng's head and said warmly: "If it is for your Majesty's best, Zitong will die without mercy. Besides, there will be no one else in Zitong except your Majesty."

Listening to his warm words, Zhong Changfeng trembled and buried his head deeper. His hands slowly tightened, and Zhong Changfeng's heart felt sore, but felt warmer than ever before.

A slight smile hung on Zhou Jiangyan's lips. He closed his eyes, as if he and Zhong Changfeng were indulging in this colorful and tender land.

Since lies can make you better, then he should lie reluctantly~

He is such a gentle man.