My Empress is My Bad Girl

Zhao Yuanjing raised his eyebrows: "Grandma is not good to you?"

"The great grandmother is good to Yan'er, but not to the queen." Yan'er pursed her small mouth. "The great grandmother said bad things about the queen, and Yan'er doesn't like the grandmother."

Liu Dequan, Xu Hu, and Baoxing Yuzhu were busy withdrawing away to avoid hearing anything that shouldn't be heard.

It's time to scold Yan'er for another woman.

After all, he was talking about the Empress Dowager.

But Yun Dai just listened and didn't mean to stop Yan'er at all.

Zhao Yuanjing said: "Yan'er, you are still young, so don't criticize others behind your back. Hear?"

"Yan'er remembered." Yan'er said obediently.

"You go and play with General Xu Hu for a while."

"Yan'er follows the purpose." Yaner ran towards Xu Hu.

Xu Hu's martial arts are strong and powerful. Occasionally, I would teach Yan'er some introductory moves. He is still young, but let's play it first.

Seeing Yan'er running away happily, Yun Dai said, "The emperor said just now that he was here to see Yan'er, and she sent him away after just one look."

Zhao Yuanjing said, "Just look at it. Do you want to tie it to your belt and watch it all the time?"

"This is not the place where the emperor should come." Yun Dai said, "and, it's getting late."

"This whole world is my territory, and there are places I can't go to?" Zhao Yuanjing said indifferently, raising his foot and walking into the house.

This is a small courtyard with three main rooms in the middle and two wing rooms on each side.

The square yard was empty except for a pear tree and a stone table.

After all, it is a meditation house in a temple, which is simple and simple.

A place of purity in Buddhism.

There is a Baoxing living here, that's all. Anyway, he is an eunuch, not a real man.

As for Yan'er, she is still young.

What happened to Zhao Yuanjing who entered the room?

Yun Dai couldn't push him away either, so she had to follow up.

The room was burning with silver frost charcoal, warm, and some light sandalwood scent mixed in it, which made people very peaceful.

Zhao Yuanjing untied his cloak and handed it to Yun Dai.

Yun Dai was stunned, reached out and took it, and put it on the shelf.

Zhao Yuanjing looked around in the room, sat on the mat where Yundai often copied scriptures, and flipped through Yundai's scriptures.

Yun Dai looked at him for a while, and saw that he didn't mean to move, she turned around, made a pot of tea, and carried it in.

"The emperor drinks tea?"

Zhao Yuanjing hummed faintly, still reading the scriptures casually.

Both of them are very tacitly not to mention the previous quarrel, resentment and anger.

This small quiet temple seems to be isolated from everything in the palace.

Yundai poured a cup of tea and brought it to him.

"You copied this?" He looked up and asked.

"Yes."

"I don't know. The handwriting of the Queen is good." Zhao Yuanjing said, "It has a kind of elegant and delicate personal characteristics."

Yun Dai said: "There are many things the emperor doesn't know."

Zhao Yuanjing stunned, glanced at her, and asked, "Specially practiced?"

"Yes, I used to... For a while I was particularly obsessed with calligraphy, and I found a lot of copybooks to copy." Yundai said, "However, it is still a long way from forming her own unique style."

Zhao Yuanjing nodded, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea.

The hot tea has a bitter taste.

It was not the taste he was used to, but at this time, it felt right.

"Can the queen read the poem I asked Xu Hu to send yesterday?"

"Look."

"How does the queen feel?"

"Not good." Yun Dai said straightforwardly.

Zhao Yuanjing lowered his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"