After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

"Your Majesty?"

Qingluan came out of the Shouyang Hall with a plate of cold cakes, and was about to go to the dining room to make a new one, when she saw Zhaoyan wearing a cloak standing at the bottom of the steps, she was surprised and delighted, and went up to meet her. He saluted lightly and asked with a smile, "Why did your majesty come back early?"

Recently, the situation in Qingqiu has gradually stabilized, and all affairs have been carried out step by step steadily, but there is a little trouble at the west end, and Zhaoyan has to get back and go back to deal with it.

According to the original plan, it will take at least one month before the return trip.

"After the matter has been dealt with ahead of time, we will come here."

Zhao Yan said it in a relaxed manner, with his negative sleeves pretending to look around, he touched his nose and looked into the hall: "Is that little thing in there?"

Qingluan just pretended not to see his dusty face and the unicorn beast lying on the jade steps pretending to be dead, panting with exhaustion, nodded, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "If the young master knows that the king will come back early, maybe he will be so happy .”

Although Chang Ling has succeeded to the throne of Fox Emperor, Qingluan and Cangjie are still accustomed to using the old titles.They have lived together for 200 years in Chenfeng Palace, the friendship between them has already surpassed that of ordinary master and servant, and they are more like family members. Using honorific titles seems to be segregated, and Chang Ling himself doesn't like it.

Qingluan asked: "The young master is discussing matters with the ministers, do you want the servants to go in and tell them?"

"Need not."

Zhao Yan waved his hand sharply, and the familiar man walked up the steps: "I'm just waiting in the tea room for a while, don't disturb his business."

Seeing this, Qingluan smiled again: "That's fine, the servant girl will prepare some tea, fruit and snacks for the Lord, and the discussion is almost over at this hour."

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There is only a bamboo curtain between the tea room and the main hall where the affairs are discussed.

Cang Jie was instructing two servants to cook tea by the stove, when he saw Zhao Yan suddenly came in, he was startled at first, and then said in surprise like a green luan: "Your Majesty is back."

Zhao Yan signaled him to keep quiet, sat down on the bamboo mat, and looked towards the main hall through the bamboo curtain.

Changling's green robes are slow, wearing a jade crown, and his body is like bamboo. He sits behind the imperial case, quietly listening to the reports and suggestions of the ministers below. Not in a hurry, very pleasant to the ear.

After Chang Ling finished speaking, another courtier came out and presented a memorial.

The stone went to the hall to pick it up and presented it to the imperial case.Chang Ling opened the memorial, lowered his eyes, and after reading it carefully, he took a pen and ticked circles on the notebook, writing a line of words.

This was Zhaoyan's first time watching Chang Ling handle government affairs seriously, and he was a little dazed at the sight, and he couldn't help but lick his lips slowly.

After taking the throne for nearly two years, the little thing is like a piece of polished jade, a hidden sword, gradually fading away its greenness and outer shell, revealing the inner brilliance little by little.

Yin Zhu was afraid that Zhaoyan would be waiting in a hurry, so she first brought Zhaoyan a bowl of cooked tea.The other two servants were both afraid and curious about this wolf tyrant who would visit the Qingqiu palace every now and then.

I heard that this tyrant is now the lord of Xianzhou. Except for Qingqiu, all the other tribes bow their heads and submit to him when they see him, even the Donghai tribe, Chiyou tribe, Zhuque tribe and Yu tribe who were once invincible are no exception.

Only Qingqiu still retains the old royal system, co-existing with werewolves on an equal footing, and the waiters and officials of Tianhuan City don't have to bow their heads to salute when they see Tianhuan City.Those tribes who bullied the Fox Clan in the past are now envious of the Qingqiu Fox Clan.

All of this is obviously due to the efforts of their young Fox Emperor.

They have never seen how cruel this tyrant is outside, but in front of His Majesty the Fox Emperor, he is really patient and has no temper at all.Anyone who reads it will want to have such a strong, dedicated, considerate and gentle husband.

There are many things to do today, and the discussion did not end until noon.

Zhaoyan drank tea casually, looked at the still gentle and calm Chang Ling who was not at all impatient after the imperial case, and couldn't help but think that it must have been the same scene when the little thing was waiting for him outside the Palace of Qinzheng with Tang in the Sirius Palace. Bar.It's just that the little thing is more patient than him, not as restless as he is.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yan couldn't help but blame himself in his heart.Back then, why didn't he take better care of the little things?Fortunately, he will slowly make up for it with endless time and years in the future.

After another half an hour or so, the courtiers dispersed one after another.

Shi Shi collected all the memorials, put them all on the desk, and asked respectfully, "Your Majesty, do you want the slave to deliver the meal now?"

Chang Ling was staring down at a memorial, shook his head when he heard the words, and said, "No need, wait until I finish reading these memorials."

Shi Shi had no choice but to respond, saying: "The servant sent some warm pastries over."

Behind the bamboo curtain, Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Well, this little thing, when he's not around, just doesn't take his body seriously.Last time, I lied to myself in the letter that I ate and slept on time.

Seeing that the young master was obsessed with government affairs again, Cangjie was a little anxious at first, but now seeing Zhaoyan's reaction, he looked at the young master who was still sitting behind the court case with sympathy, feeling vaguely that today Fearing that life would be difficult, the young master tidied up the tea set and left with two servants.

I thought to myself, finally there is someone who can cure the young master's problem of not eating well.

The hall fell silent.

Shi Shi was kneeling on the side grinding, looked up, and suddenly saw Zhao Yan coming out from behind the bamboo curtain without a sound, looking like a living person, he was startled.Fortunately, after being qualified as the chief supervisor of the Shouyang Palace, he worked in front of the imperial court every day and dealt with the courtiers. His temperament has become much more stable, and he is no longer as reckless and impulsive as he was when he was in Sirius. Seeing Zhaoyan wave his hand, he put down his ink. Ingot, retreated silently.

Chang Ling focused on the notebook in his hand, and didn't notice their secret communication.

After Zhao Yan walked around to the case, he directly took the place of the stone, grinding the ink in the inkstone one by one.

Chang Ling picked up the pen and dipped in the ink according to his habit, his eyes were still glued to the Jane, but as soon as he stretched out the pen, someone grabbed his wrist in mid-air.

Chang Ling was taken aback for a moment, realized something, and suddenly turned his head to look.

Zhao Yan squatted on the ground, and said with a half-hearted smile, "Your Majesty the Fox Emperor is diligent in government affairs, and I really admire you."

Chang Ling didn't care about his yin and yang, and his black eyes were instantly filled with great surprise. He put down the note and asked in a low voice, "Why did you come back early?"

Zhao Yan gritted his teeth and said, "If I don't come back, when do you plan to have dinner?"

Chang Ling pulled out his hand, wrapped his arms around his neck, his eyes were as black as jade, and begged for mercy with silk: "It's just this time, I have a lot of things to do today, I don't want to procrastinate, other times I eat on time, don't believe me You ask the stone."

Zhaoyan was indifferent: "I only trust my own eyes, tell me, how will I punish you for being so disobedient?"

Chang Ling innocently blinked: "It's obvious that you are crazy, so what does it matter to me?"

"Oh. None of your business."

Zhao Yan immediately got up and surrounded the people in the throne, with a dangerous hook on the corner of his mouth, he raised his eyebrows and said: "Then what did I do later, don't cry and beg me to forgive you."

Chang Ling put his hand on his chest and said fiercely: "How dare you."

"Why don't you dare. If you have the ability, call someone to come in and save you—Your Majesty."

"you--"

"What's wrong with me?"

"You are shameless."

Zhaoyan untied his belt unhurriedly, threw it on the ground casually, leaned over, and breathed out: "I am shameless, what can you do."

Seeing that he was serious, Chang Ling gritted his teeth angrily and said, "I still need to read the scriptures."

Zhao Yan turned a deaf ear to it, and directly removed Chang Ling's hair crown and hairpin with his hands.

The black hair like silk poured across the throne in an instant, exuding a faint breath of spiritual grass.

Chang Ling saw that the hand had moved down abominably, kicked him anxiously, and said: "The door of the hall is still open."

"Let's just drive it."

Zhaoyan looked indifferent, and said viciously: "You just hold back, don't make a sound, and Quan Zuo Benjun will punish you, okay?"

With a chuckle, he easily picked up the little thing's legs, leaned over and pressed them down.

"You, um..."

It was mid-afternoon, and the trees were sunburned by the scorching sun. Except for the palace servants and guards on duty, everyone else was taking a lunch break. There were only a few people on the palace road, and no footsteps could be heard. There was a summer silence inside and outside the palace.

This also means that any obvious abnormal noise in the hall can alarm the guards and palace people outside.

Chang Ling could only grit his teeth and bear it. For a long hour, he felt that he had been rolled in a sea of ​​swords and flames. His whole body was drenched in sweat, and his black hair was as if washed by water. It was sticky and stuck to the skin on his shoulders and neck .

"Do you still dare to do it in the future, huh?"

"No, I dare not."

"Don't dare what?"

"Don't dare... well, don't dare not eat on time."

Chang Ling answered in a chaotic manner in the turbulent waves, and then he heard the man above laugh, and slowly changed to another rhythm.If this person just threw him on the fire to roast, now he is dragging him into a hot spring with just the right temperature, allowing him to experience unprecedented comfort and joy with a little bit of patience.

This person is really too bad.

While enjoying it, Chang Ling thought angrily.

It wasn't until the daylight faded outside that Zhao Yan finally got up from the chair, and Chang Ling curled up on the back of the chair softly, not to mention reading the scriptures, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

Zhao Yan took a blanket to wrap him up, carried him directly to the bathing pool at the back of the hall to wash, changed Chang Ling into a clean and loose silk robe, and carried him back to the tea room.

There is a low couch for rest in the tea room.

As soon as Chang Ling touched the couch, he fell into a drowsy sleep, but his two hands hugged Zhao Yan's waist tightly, just like many days and nights in the past.

Zhaoyan's heart softened, he couldn't help lowering his head, and kissed the little thing on the forehead.

Not long after, Qingluan came over to deliver the newly made pastries. Seeing Chang Ling curled up on the couch and asleep through the bamboo curtain, she couldn't help smiling, and said to Zhaoyan: "Your Lord has a way, the young master was there last night Looking at the book in the palace, I saw the third watch, and refused to rest. Today, I got up before dawn and went to the court. After the court, I discussed with the courtiers until the afternoon. I am afraid that I am exhausted. Fortunately, the king came up. If not, I still don’t know when I’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep.”

As Qingluan spoke, she couldn't help but feel distressed in her eyes.

A year ago, Zhaoyan traveled all over Xianzhou, collected all the fragments of the burning lamp, released the spiritual breath in the wick, and repaired the spiritual root of the little young master.But the young master's spiritual root has been abandoned for 200 years, just like an old tree that has been withered for many years, it is not easy to completely restore it.One of the most taboo is to work too hard.

It's a pity that the chaos in Qingqiu has just come to an end, and it's just a time when all kinds of wastes are waiting for prosperity. As the fox emperor, the little young master has endless court affairs to deal with every day, so it's not easy to concentrate on self-cultivation.

Simply every time Zhaoyan came over, he was able to act as an agent for a period of court affairs, and took the young master to the spiritual realm to nourish his spiritual roots regularly every day. The young master's spiritual power had already shown signs of recovery.

Zhaoyan saw that Qingluan was worried, so he smiled and said: "Don't worry, aunt, this little thing is very talented, as long as he finds the right way, he will gradually get better, and the situation of last year will never happen again."

Qingluan nodded, bowed to Zhaoyan dignifiedly, and said: "Then I will thank you. The young master has great ideas, although he is really good to us servants, but in fact he doesn't listen to our advice very much. On the contrary, they are extremely dependent and trustful on the emperor, with the emperor always watching over them, the slaves and servants are naturally relieved."

"Actually, the servants also noticed that every time the Lord left Qingqiu, the young master would make himself very busy, hardly giving himself a chance to breathe. The servants thought, most likely because they were afraid of missing the Lord too much when they were free. .”

Chang Ling slept until dark before waking up. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Zhao Yan was looking down at him with unusually gentle eyes, so he tilted his head and asked, "What do you keep looking at me for?"

Zhaoyan stretched out his finger and brushed Xiaodongxiu's eyebrows, and said with a smile: "I think, it's good to just look at you like this."