The commander-in-chief is handsome and charming

Shen Qingdai was quickly stripped naked by her.

He pulled the quilt over the person.

People were buried afterwards.

Then there was an exclamation.

"Lingyun~" The voice was trembling a little.

And panic.

Then he was calmed down by Ling Yun.

Ling Yun felt that the rain came at the perfect time.

This is just the right time to help.

The sound of raindrops from the eaves dripping onto the stone steps.

Make a splash.

The pots of flowers in front of the window were watered by the rain.

It blooms more and more beautifully.

It made Lingyun in a good mood.

"Qingqing~"

Ling Yun felt that his wife was the most lovable at this time.

As soon as Haobai's wrist was exposed, it was grabbed back.

Then there was a long, sudden rise in tone.

"Don't~"

Shen Qingdai felt that she had misjudged Ling Yun.

I thought I had learned to feel sorry for people these days.

The results are all my own illusions.

The rain continued to fall all night.

Ling Yun was still coaxing her gently inside the tent.

"Good boy~ It's okay, it's okay."

"obedient."

The next day the sky cleared up.

There were some residual red petals left under the window.

After being baptized by wind and rain, the leaves become greener.

When Ling Yun got up from the bed.

The person in my arms trembled slightly, but the tears in the corners of his eyes had not yet faded.

It really looks a bit pitiful.

This made Ling Yun touch his nose in embarrassment.

He carefully pulled up the quilt to cover up his brutal behavior.

Then he jumped down lightly.

Pick up the straps that Shen Qingdai had prepared the night before.

Wrap it directly around your body.

Then put on your pajamas.

He opened the cabinet and took out his official uniform.

I walked around the screen and reached the outer room before I breathed a sigh of relief.

Take care of yourself.

Push the door gently and go out.

Ling Shuang was already waiting by the door with a basin of water.

"Go next door." Ling Yun lowered his voice and pointed to the next room.

Go there first.

After washing my hands and face, I ate something simple.

It wasn't quite light yet.

He took Ling Feng all the way out of the Commander's Mansion.

When passing by the garden, I picked a red flower and held it between my fingertips.

Even after getting on the carriage, he couldn't suppress his smile.

The clatter of horse hooves rang out on the bluestone slabs.

Ling Yun lowered his head and looked at the flowers in his hand with a smile.

She raised her hand to flick away the raindrops from between the flowers, and then smiled even more brightly.

"Damn, these scholars are really talented."

People who never liked reading looked at the flowers in their hands.

A line of poetry suddenly popped into my mind.

"Die under the peony flowers..."

Thinking of his wife, Ling Yun touched his chin.

Shen Qingdai always called her a bastard.

She is not as bad as those literati.

At most she was just talking nonsense.

These literati all wrote about it in their poems.

Peony flowers.

He lowered his head and sniffed the flowers in his hand.

Smiling in a somewhat rippled way

……

This smile did not stop until the carriage reached the palace gate.

He lifted the curtain and jumped down.

He glanced at the officials waiting in line to enter the palace.

She twirled the petals in her hand between her fingertips and walked into the palace without looking around.

The Thousand Wing Guards are protecting the safety of His Majesty.

She has the right to enter the palace at any time.

The commander of the Thousand Wing Guards was wearing a navy blue uniform embroidered with a double-headed eagle.

It makes a person's figure more handsome.

The red flower in her hand fluttered in front of her fingertips, and she stepped on the remaining rain water on the bluestone and walked all the way through the palace gate.

The officials standing in a long line couldn't help but turn their heads to look over.

The eyes may sigh or hate,

There is also a bit of secret jealousy and envy.

The emperor's close ministers have great power in the court and the country.

So what if he is a eunuch.

Still enviable.

The unpleasant eunuch's court robes brought out a sense of oppression when she wore them.

This is the benefit of power.

Until the figure completely entered the palace gate.

The gaze behind you is completely isolated.

"Heh~" A smile appeared on Ling Yun's lips.

Then it was quickly suppressed.

He walked through the vermilion palace wall without looking around.

All the way to the Golden Palace.

He raised his hand and straightened his clothes.

Go up the stairs.

Crossing the palace gate,

Step up the stairs,

Finally, he stood diagonally behind the dragon throne.

She had barely stood still when the night watch sounded outside the hall.

The palace gates were then opened and all officials entered the court.

The court boots stepped on the steps, bringing with them a crisp sound of water.

Ling Yun stood there with his brows lowered.

Until the sound of footsteps in my ears stopped.

The eunuch in charge of ceremonies shouted loudly, "Kneel!"

Ling Yun slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Shen Suiyuan in front of him.

The two of them looked at each other, and Shen Suiyuan knelt down respectfully.

Ling Yun placed his hands on his waist, not moving at all.

There is no other way, her mission is to protect His Majesty's safety.

At this time, it is even more important to observe the status of the ministers.

What if there are traitors?

The little emperor walked to the dragon throne.

His eyes paused on Ling Yun's face.

Then he looked suspiciously at the flower in her hand.

Ling Yun curled the corner of his mouth at him.

The latter turned around and sat on the dragon chair, raising his hand slightly.

"rise!"

Following the eunuch's words, the first morning court session after Ling Yun's wedding began.

Ling Yun lowered his head and looked at the flowers in his hand.

I listened to the daily quarrels between these civil and military officials.

The civil servants quoted from classics and spit everywhere.

The generals looked at each other coldly, with their swords drawn.

It is lively.

Finally the little emperor waved his hands impatiently.

"We will discuss this matter later. The Prime Minister and the Minister of Personnel will go to the Imperial Study and wait. Ling Yun will follow."

The little emperor left behind a group of civil and military officials and turned away.

When the eunuch in charge of ceremonies shouted at the top of his voice to adjourn the court, Ling Yun chased after the little emperor with a smile on his face.

Until you step onto the corridor of the Imperial Garden.

The little emperor's hurried footsteps paused.

"They quarrel every day and every month. My head has become sore." The little emperor, who was not even twenty years old, kicked a short tree beside the road impatiently.

"It's normal to quarrel. If you don't argue once, how can you show your loyalty?" Ling Yun pulled the petals in his hand.

He gave a halfhearted consolation.

"Can't they learn to talk about serious matters? They keep talking about Confucius saying, Book of Songs saying... all day long, and only say one sentence, 'The south is flooded, I think...'" The young emperor was full of resentment when he mentioned that group of civil officials.

He was not favored by the previous emperor since he was a child, so naturally he was not very fond of reading.

It was only after he ascended the throne that he had to learn something every day in order to be a good emperor.

But this group of civil officials is too annoying.

Unfortunately, he was not old enough to start scolding directly.

This dynasty lasted at least two generations.

When it comes to court affairs, they are more experienced than him, the emperor.

He complained a lot while mumbling to himself.

Then he looked at Ling Yun and asked, "Why are you holding a flower for no reason?"

He asked seriously, Ling Yun smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"I will tell you when your majesty gets married."

Little Emperor: ...

Does this flower have anything to do with the wedding?