LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

Yan Yue led him to a small pavilion in the imperial garden.

There was a bench in the pavilion, but Yan Yue did not put him down in a hurry, a palace man behind him hurriedly spread several layers of thick and soft mattresses on the bench, Yan Yue then put Zhong Qing down.

Zhong Qing felt a little embarrassed: I'm not so delicate...

The unfinished words were interrupted by Yan Yue with a smile: I think Sister Mudan is just so delicate.

There was a smile on his face, but there was still a trace of anxiety hidden deep in his eyes.

Zhong Qing's heart softened in an instant, she took the initiative to hold Yan Yue's hand, and assured her: Don't worry, A Yue, what happened that time was just an accident. I promise, there will never be a next time.

Yan Yue looked down at the two hands holding hands together, his expression softened: Well, there will be no next time.

As long as he thought of the feeling of hesitation and despair in his heart when he rushed back from the northwest in a hurry and saw Sister Mudan lying on the bed, Yan Yue felt that he was going crazy.

Do it again, he will definitely collapse!

Some palace servants brought up exquisite snacks, and Yan Yue picked up a few with his own hands.

In fact, Zhong Qing has no appetite, but she still tasted it.

By the way, what happened in the past few years...?

Zhong Qing was a little curious, based on her understanding of Emperor Xian De, no matter what the throne was, it would not be able to reach Yan Yue.

Yan Yue was peeling tangerines for her, and said lightly: I just happened to win a battle in the northwest, and I heard the news that my father died of a sudden illness before I returned to Beijing. My father left in a hurry and did not immediately For the lower reserve position, several princes in the palace are fighting for power and profit, and whoever wins will be the new emperor.

What he didn't say was that Emperor Xian De's sudden illness and death was his own doing.

Originally, he didn't plan to do it so quickly, his plan was to plan it slowly, when the time will come, no one will doubt the death of Emperor Xiande.

However, the other party touched his Ni Lin, and even had delusional thoughts about Sister Mudan!

What about being suspected? So what if the name is not right?

A gleam of blood flashed in Yan Yue's pupils.

He greedily looked at the leisurely woman in front of him, as long as she was by his side, nothing mattered!

He said it lightly, but Zhong Qing knows that things are definitely not that simple.

Yan Yue, a prince with no real power, wanted to win in such a battle, and he did not know how many hardships he had gone through.

She sighed: It's hard for you.

Yan Yue smiled, and he stared at Zhong Qing closely: There is nothing difficult, everything is fine now, Sister Mudan, you are also by my side, A Yue is very satisfied.

Zhong Qing only felt that the other party's eyes seemed to strip her naked and eat her.

She felt uncomfortable, so she found a topic casually: You are in your twenties now, and you are the king of a country. I live in your palace again, isn't it inappropriate?

In particular, she still lives in the Emperor's Qianlong Palace.

Yan Yue's expression changed: Sister Peony, what do you mean?

Zhong Qing considered his words for a while: As the king of a country, you always want to marry a queen and concubines...

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Yan Yue.

His expression looked very irritable, mixed with disappointment and anger faintly: I don't know how to marry a concubine! I didn't marry a queen either!

Zhong Qing looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he suddenly changed his face.

Yan Yue looked at the woman in front of her, how could she say so easily that she would marry her as a concubine?