The return of the late emperor

"What's the matter..." Min Ke felt uneasy, seeing the mute's changing expression, forced a smile, stretched out his hand and hugged the mute tightly in his arms.

The mute hastily pushed Min Ke away vigorously, raised his hands to protect his stomach, and stared at Min Ke with all his precautions on his face.

Someone came hurriedly outside the door, the sound of chaotic footsteps mixed with the crisp sound of weapons colliding, this sound calmed Min Ke down, preventing him from collapsing at this very moment, he tentatively stretched out his hand to the mute .

The mute ignored him, and simply stretched his hands into his sleeves to warm up, and stared round at Min Ke, but at the next moment, he saw something again, his lips moved slightly, and he lowered his head weakly, and stood upright. Beside Minke.

The sound of footsteps stopped outside the door, and the next moment, Min Ke grabbed the dumb waist and jumped onto the beam.

The door opened, and Ding Xian came in, stood still, looked around, his face was slumped, "Your Excellency, why hide, just come out now."

On the beam, Min Ke's hands trembled slightly. He looked at the mute, his eyes filled with disbelief. He felt the bulge under his palm. It was... a new life. He couldn't hold back, and stroked He licked Dumb's belly.

"Slap." The mute patted the hand stroking his stomach reflexively.

Ding Xian, who heard the movement, looked up almost at the same time, and saw the two people leaning on the beam, and there was a faint smile on their usually serious faces, "Even if the scenery above is beautiful, the two of you will It's time to come down." With a click, the waist knife was unsheathed.

Min Ke looked at Ding Xian below, and tightened his grip on the mute. After a moment of silence, he led the mute down the beam, "Are you looking for me, my lord?" laughed.

Ding Xian let go of the handle of the knife again, "No, it has nothing to do with Your Excellency, it's just that Your Excellency is like this..." He looked up at the beams of the room, and continued: "It's something that people have to I suspect that you have done something shady."

"Well, the young one will go with the adults. As for him..." Min Ke grinned his big white teeth, and stretched out his hand to touch Ding Xian's shoulder.

Ding Xian dodged, stood still, and brushed off the non-existent dust on his shoulders, "Both of you have to come with me."

"We don't know each other at all. It was I who broke into his house just now. Look, my lord, he was on guard against me. You can't possibly push all innocent pregnant women back for interrogation." Min Ke continued to argue. .

"Pregnant husband?" Ding Xian squinted his eyes, and his eyes fell on the mute's stomach, and then he looked up at the mute's expression of not knowing what happened, and pursed his lips, "Okay, just you and me Go back, if you don't have any case with you, you will naturally be released."

"That's good, there's nothing wrong with the little one." With a click, Min Ke took the initiative to put on the iron cuffs.

"That's good." After Ding Xian said, he turned and went out the door, followed by Min Ke, and before leaving, he still looked back at the mute.

Hey, he's looking at you.The mute stared at A Ming, but the next moment, he saw the man squatting down, covering his face with thin white hands with well-defined knuckles, and crystal clear drops of water slipped quietly from between his fingers.

Alas, if the mute could make a sound, he would have to sigh too. What is this? The brothers in Pomiao Street all said that feelings are a very complicated thing.

He glanced out the window, the sky was still gray, hey, I can sleep a little longer, the mute thought in his heart, so the depression in his heart disappeared, so he yawned, and went back to the couch and continued to lie down .

……

The grass withers and the trees wither, and all things wither.

The inside of Fengwu Palace was dark and gloomy. Changsun Qiyi extinguished all the candles in the hall, leaving only two luminous pearls on the desk. It was dim and gloomy, and only half of his profile face exposed on the desk could barely be reflected.

In the outer hall, there was a small palace attendant holding a thick stack of memorials, knocking on the door cautiously, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Changsun Qiyi frowned slightly, got up from the case, picked up the brush washer on the case and threw it out, "Get lost."

The little palace attendant didn't dare to speak out anymore, but looked down at the thick memorial in his hand, but he didn't dare to move even a step, so he waited silently in the outer hall.After waiting for an unknown amount of time, someone appeared next to him, casually took a memorial from his hand and flipped through it. He looked up and saw that it was the Regent, and his body stiffened in shock. The memorial passed from him to the regent.

Shhh, Sikong Mingyu signaled the servant to be quiet, then beckoned the servant to take him down, and he quietly entered the inner hall through the side door.

With a bang, Mingyu kicked the wine jars scattered on the ground, and the sound made Changsun Qiyi look in his direction.

"How much wine did brother drink?" Mingyu raised his leg and kicked a wine jar, which made the area around Zhang as the center of a circle clang. The smile deepened.

However, Changsun Qiyi didn't seem to know that someone had come in, she just lowered her head and poured and drank wine on her own.

Mingyu hated people to ignore him the most in his life, not to mention the one who ignored him now was his own favorite person, so the good mood dissipated, his face sank, "Ayi..."

"Don't call me Ayi." Changsun Qiyi threw out the wine glass, broke down and shouted.

Mingyu took a deep breath, her voice hoarse, "Why can't you call me? Oh, you want to hear Sikong Mingke call you, but... Ah Yi, he always calls you Yuanjun." The arms opened and then tightened, as if gently hugging Changsun Qiyi in the void.

"Then I am also his Yuanjun, what about you? What do you have to do with me?" Changsun Qiyi turned her head and sneered.

"He lied to you and took advantage of you." Mingyu pressed her every step, bent over, and forced Changsun Qiyi to meet his gaze.

After Changsun Qiyi heard the words, after a long silence, he suddenly smiled: "Sikong Mingyu, let's talk about pen business."

……

The sky is still dark, and there are many lights and shadows in the Wuming Pavilion.

Gu Xiaochao recited the medicine scriptures forward and backward again, but he still didn't wait for Qu Chengwen to come, so out of breath, he went straight to the door, kicked his leg, and kicked the door open.

It happened that a servant who was carrying a lantern to watch the night passed by here, and when he saw him open the door, he bowed and said: "Ma'am."

"Who is Mrs. Zhengzheng? If you lock me up, I won't be seen anymore?" Gu Xiaochao's eyes were full of blackness, he really had enough, he had to call Xiaozhengjing out to quarrel or fight.

The waiter's hands trembled, and the flame in the lantern flickered, "This, this, this..."

"Hua Rong, step back first, Madam, I'll come here."

A seductive voice floated from far and near, Gu Xiaochao looked towards where it came from.