My ex-boyfriend is always pestering me [Quick Time Travel]

In the middle of winter, the snow is heavy, and the years are staggered. The silver-clad palace is lit with open flames everywhere. The attendants silently step on the white ground to serve the state banquet that is being held in the hall. , Yan Xiao Yan Yan.

The girl in the first seat looks heroic, with childish innocence and weakness in her brows.

She rested her chin in boredom and whispered to the attendants behind her.

"When will I be able to leave?"

The servant bowed his head.

"His Highness attended the state banquet on His Majesty's behalf, so he shouldn't have left."

Zhong Xian let out a disappointment and muttered unhappily.

"But it's so boring here, I want to find Brother Yan."

It's been a long time since I saw Brother Yan. I don't know if Brother Yan will be happy to see his current appearance.

She smiled shyly and proudly, lost in thought.

Sitting in the only seat next to the head seat, the female prime minister glanced at the singing and dancing dancers in the center of the hall, and said impatiently, "Why haven't you arrived yet?"

The person standing behind her bowed and replied respectfully: "Someone has been sent to pick it up."

Only then did the woman's face soften a little, her fingers caressed the bronze wine bottle, and her eyes fell on the gently shaking liquid in the wine bottle, which seemed to be covered with a layer of dark light.

Suddenly someone outside the hall communicated loudly.

"Master Yan is here!"

Everyone looked towards the entrance of the hall. The main hall, which was still buzzing before, was completely silent at this moment. Everyone's eyes could not help but stare at the person who appeared at the entrance of the hall.

Long black hair tied loosely with red silk, willow eyebrows and black lips, eyes like cold stars, expression indifferent, like an unpicked snow lotus on a high cliff, firmly grabbing the most exciting and longing place in my heart.

Everyone's bewildered gazes seemed to have turned into extremely sharp hooks, tearing fiercely the red veil on his body, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, and then loved his long and blood-spitting body inch by inch.

Suddenly, a rapid and hot red tide surged in his ears, Zhong Xian stood up in a daze, and unconsciously called out: "Brother Yan!"

The clear and clear voice interrupted the dreamlike rosemary, and the ministers who gradually came back to their senses whispered, their eyes still stuck to the silent people and could not be retracted.

The woman smiled kindly.

"Yan nobleman, come here yet."

Zhong Xian looked at her in surprise, and said in confusion, "Prime Minister... did you ask Brother Yan to come here?"

The woman stared at the person walking towards her, her expression was greedy and gloomy, revealing a bit of plundering pleasure.

"Your Majesty has always loved Yan Guiren the most, and he even did not hesitate to execute truth's flesh and blood for Yan Guiren's sake. Truth was really curious, so he sent someone to invite Yan Guiren over."

Zhong Xian heard the words, and hurriedly said to the female minister: "Prime Minister, that is an order from the emperor, and has nothing to do with Brother Yan! Today is a state banquet for the monarch and his ministers, Brother Yan should not be here!"

She glanced at Jiang Ya nervously.

The woman stretched out her hand to pinch the corner of the gauze on Jiang Ya's body. It seemed that a light tug of the custom-made gauze could make him invisible in front of everyone, but with the haze of the gauze, the temptation that flowed out was even more mysterious. , and gorgeous.

The idea of ​​humiliating him in front of everyone suddenly changed, and the woman's fingers twisted around Jiang Ya's hanging hair, and she pulled it hard.

Jiang Ya raised her head slightly in pain, her fair neck stretched into an extremely graceful arc.

"Your Majesty is seriously ill in bed, and it is difficult to take good care of nobleman Yan. I really want to invite nobleman Yan to stay at your residence for a few days. I wonder what kind of nobleman Yan would like?"

The female phase held a gentle smile and looked very sincere.

The ministers were startled and kept silent.

Using Zhong Xian as a pawn, mocking His Majesty in public, and openly taking concubines from the harem into the mansion privately, Jiang Ya's eyes flickered when he thought of the toughness he faced when he had to change into gauze clothes before coming.

Sure enough, in the face of great power, the old kindness is as cheap as dust.

He smiled slightly, and met the woman's oppressive gaze with a gentle expression, even a hint of joy.

"Yan'er has admired the prime minister for a long time, so she is willing."

The beauty smiled, full of spring and pity, and while the female figure couldn't help being stunned, she looked a little contemptuous.

Israel serves people and tends to follow others. Not only did His Majesty fail to visit when he was seriously ill, but he came here to curry favor with himself who is now in power. It is really despicable.

However, no matter how despicable it is, there is also a despicable capital.

She got up, raised Jiang Ya's jaw, and said with a sneer, "I will definitely take good care of Yan Gui on behalf of Your Majesty."

Zhong Xian stared blankly at them walking towards the outside of the hall, and suddenly reacted, rushed up and grabbed Jiang Ya's sleeve, and said in a hurry: "Brother Yan! You can't go with the prime minister!"

The female phase glanced at her sideways, with a smile in her voice, but it was already a little cold.

"His Royal Highness will stay here to have a drink with the officials, so I will take Noble Yan back home first."

Zhong Xian bit his lower lip, stared at Jiang Ya unwillingly, and spoke softly.

"Brother Yan...you can't go..."

"Your Highness is so unreasonable."

Jiang Ya held her wrist and pushed her away bit by bit.

The snow outside the hall was like washing, and the cold air that was wrapped in ice slag came oncoming, and penetrated tightly into the bones along the gaps in the clothes. What made the snowy night even colder was Jiang Ya's indifferent and disgusted eyes, which made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and her bones were cold.

why why……

The Queen Mother is seriously ill, and he is about to become the next His Majesty, but why is Brother Yan so indifferent to him, and would rather leave with the lady than stay with him, why?

Zhong Xian leaned on the door of the palace, staring blankly at the palace pavilion covered by snow, behind him was the resplendent palace, the officials were still laughing, singing and dancing were still peaceful, no one dared to say anything more about the lady's early departure, No one would care about the gaffe of her puppet emperor.

Yes, she has always known that she is just a puppet, an excuse used by women to deceive others, but she doesn't care at all, women need as much power as they want to love each other, as long as she can sit on the throne, as long as she becomes His Majesty, Brother Yan will be Your own, will always be with you, and will never leave again.

but……

Why is there only one left.

She leaned against the cold door frame and slowly slid to the ground, lowered her head, and hugged herself weakly.

After staying in the female minister's mansion for seven or eight days, Jiang Ya finally returned to the palace. The sedan chair swayed to a stop at the gate of the Tibetan Swallow Palace. The attendants lifted the curtain and helped him into the palace.

As soon as he walked to the courtyard, Zhong Xian, who was curled up in his usual sitting place, immediately looked up when he heard the sound, and rushed over in surprise.

"Brother Yan! You are finally back!"

Jiang Ya carelessly gathered the furry fox fur, and said: "Go down."

The servants withdrew as promised.

He didn't even look at Zhong Xian with a haggard face, he pushed open the palace door and walked in.

Zhong Xian froze, and quickly followed him, carefully tugging at the hem of his clothes, and said aggrievedly: "Brother Yan, why don't you pay attention to Xianer."

Jiang Ya sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and said lightly: "The Tibetan Yan Palace has been banned, Your Highness should go back quickly."

Zhong Xian said sadly: "Brother Yan, why do you treat Xian'er so alienated? Xian'er will soon become emperor, isn't Brother Yan happy?"

Jiang Ya shook the porcelain cup gently, staring intently at the light-colored tea.

"Yan'er naturally congratulates His Highness."

Zhong Xian happily ran to his side and said happily: "Brother Yan, don't worry, when Xian'er becomes the emperor, the ban on the Tibetan Yan Palace will be lifted, so that Brother Yan can always be with Xian'er."

Jiang Ya chuckled, seemingly mocking.

"Does Xian'er really think that once he becomes the emperor, he can do whatever he wants?"

"You said, how much power does a puppet have?"

Zhong Xian was taken aback, rubbing the corners of his clothes helplessly, and explained with little confidence: "Xian'er, Xian'er is the emperor no matter what, and the lady looks like her..."

"emperor?"

Jiang Ya suddenly approached, her smiling face was so amazing that it made the heart beat wildly, but the contempt and ridicule oozing from the smile was like poisonous incense with barbed thorns, piercing the heart unbearably, bloody and bloody.

"The emperor who has no ministers to recognize? The emperor who can only watch the female minister take away the person he likes? Xian'er, you really let me down. Do you know why I am willing to be bullied by female ministers? , because she is the most powerful person in Feng Kingdom, and you."

"Nothing."

A handful of coarse sand was sprinkled down the throat, grinding each word into a dull pain and splitting, crashing and falling on the kneaded broken heart, messy everywhere.

"...No, brother Yan...you are not...not such a person..."

Zhong Xian covered his mouth and cried, big tears fell into suffocating clouds.

How could my brother Yan be such a power-hungry, greedy and hateful person, how could it be!

Jiang YaTV poured the cold tea on the ground as if he didn't see it, and his clear voice was so cold that it chilled his heart.

"It's really annoying that you like me for nothing. The lady has promised me that after tomorrow morning, you must leave immediately to inspect the war in the north."

"Tsk tsk, look at you, you are timid and weak, and you will probably pee your pants in fright as soon as you get to the battlefield."

Jiang Ya suddenly lost interest and summoned his attendants.

"Hurry up and send His Highness back to the palace."

With a smile on his face, he looked at Zhong Xian with a bleak expression, and his tone was gentle.

"Yan'er will not send it off, but send it off to Your Highness respectfully."