I am the faint king [system]

Eunuch Zheng couldn't see it, he knew that His Majesty would easily go off on the wrong topic and make mistakes every time, and then he would be angry with himself afterwards.

In order to avoid this situation, His Majesty will not lose face in front of his followers.

So he quickly winked at the little eunuchs around, and then left the imperial study room in a low-key manner.

By the way, the door was closed, the whole process was not muddy, and there was no movement at all.

So much so that only Yang Qinglian noticed that Eunuch Zheng had left.

Chu Yue didn't know what expression to make.

Seeing Yang Qinglian holding the memorial in one hand and putting the other behind his back, standing in front of him, "Your Majesty, speak directly."

She wanted to speak directly, but you should give me some reaction!If there is no response, then she is not talking in vain.

Chu Yue hesitated for a while, she hesitated to speak, and clenched and clenched her fists hidden under her cuffs. Finally, she finally plucked up the courage to ask, "What annoys you?"

Yang Qinglian said: "I dare not, and your Majesty has never offended a humble minister."

That being said, how often does Yang Qinglian wear small shoes for herself?No offence, you named my horse "Huanhuan" and never thought I wouldn't like the name.

You don't care about my feelings at all.

But she didn't have the face to say these words, after all, it was something she promised, not to mention, she also had a little reason for it.

She couldn't help but pouted: "Then why do you always ignore my love? If I wasn't the emperor, wouldn't you be too lazy to talk to me?"

Yang Qinglian said: "This minister has such a temper."

Chu Yue was stunned. Could this woman justify her behavior by saying that she has facial paralysis?Don't you have to deal with her in the future?

Yang Qinglian, you are so beautiful! ! !

She hurriedly said: "Then I want to tell the truth now, so don't be angry."

Yang Qinglian was still neither salty nor dull: "Please speak, Your Majesty."

Chu Yue gritted her teeth and went all out. She had been on the throne for more than ten days, and at least one-third of her time was wasted on punishment. The days of being an emperor should have been full of wind and rain, but she met Yang Qinglian.

I become a worm.

"Can you tell me what makes you hate me? Why do you always look at me with a straight face instead of smiling at me? And you say something so harsh that I don't understand."

Talk to here.

She has said so much, the female officer in front of her eyes is cold, her nose is plump, her fair skin seems to be shining, and her elegant temperament softens her cold face.

I don't know if it's a relaxation to myself, or if it's caused by the light.Even Chu Yue herself didn't realize that her heart was inexplicably sour.

In her opinion, if Yang Qinglian did not answer in silence, she would acquiesce, and she was very impatient with herself.

Then he couldn't help but wryly smiled again and again: "Zhen, that's how you hate me."

"I won't."

"Can't you teach me well, whoever is born will."

"Although I am an emperor, I am also a human being, an ordinary person who also wants to make friends."

"I am not born to be lonely."

She was not such a sentimental woman in the first place. Every day, she faced either a court lady who couldn't talk, or a little eunuch who didn't understand her heart. Even Eunuch Zheng always kept a distance from her and didn't go too deep into a certain topic with her.

Only then did she discover that even if she hadn't ascended the throne, she was still alone, alone.

Chu Yue raised her head and stared brightly at Yang Qinglian's cold eyes. She was never disturbed, as if all her emotions were hidden in the depth of darkness, and she couldn't see through them.

Her heart is a little cold.

Chu Yue's eyes gradually dimmed, she raised her hand and hung it in the air, intending to drive people away.

Just a few minutes away from her arm, her wrist was suddenly pinched tightly and gently by another slender hand with well-defined bony joints.

Chu Yue looked at her in surprise.

Yang Qinglian stared at her calmly, seeing that Chu Yue was always different from her, with those bright and energetic eyes, at this moment there was a touch of silence.

Heart, after all, still couldn't avoid a ripple: "Your Majesty."

Chu Yue's eyes slowly widened.

The expectant eyes are as clean as if they have been bathed in the sunshine after the rain.

Yang Qinglian's voice gradually softened, as if melting temporarily, she asked her: "You just want to smile?"

Chu Yue has never been the kind of guy who makes things difficult for others.

But looking at Yang Qinglian, who are both women and above the court, they are so special to each other.

It's just that one is bright and the other is dark.

But the person hiding in the corner was her.

She curled her lips and said, "Yes, yes, it's better to smile than to have a cold face, and Aiqing is so good-looking, it would be a waste of such a good-looking face not to smile."

After Chu Yue finished speaking, she came to her senses.

Worse, let me tell you what's on my mind, will she think that I'm just a little, pervert, and ghost who has been coveting her beauty?

Yang Qinglian took a step forward, fixed her eyes on her, and approached her step by step: "That's according to your majesty's wish."

Chu Yue stared at Yang Qinglian's face with wide eyes, looking at her expectantly.

"Yang Aiqing."

Yang Qinglian stretched out her knobbly jade arms like lotus root, stretched slightly, and propped her hands on the edge of the imperial book table leaning on both sides of her waist.

Then he slapped her.

Chu Yue: ...Why is the situation different from what I expected.

Even though she was taller and stronger than Yang Qinglian, she was still controlled within the range of her arms by her outstretched arms.

It forced Chu Yue to look down at the woman in her arms. Her eyelashes were so beautiful that her curls were breathtaking, her lips were bright red, her small cherry mouth was very attractive, and her skin as delicate as white jade made one want to move her index finger. It was simply glamorous and moving. .

Chu Yue's throat slipped, she breathed heavily and turned her head uncomfortably.

The next moment, he was picked up by Yang Qinglian's fingertips and snapped straight.

Yang Qinglian was less than five inches away from the tip of her nose, but the angle she looked up at seemed so domineering.

There was a slight smile on the corners of her lips, like magnificent petals, half a smile but not a smile, those seductive deep eyes, the corners of her brows were like peach blossoms burning brightly, making people addicted to it.

Under the wide crimson official robe, that petite but undeniable body was covered, even so, Chu Yue could feel that although Yang Qinglian was a delicate person, she had practiced martial arts, her strength Definitely bigger than yourself.

She swallowed the spittle in her tense throat, her tense body trembled, she was leaning against her arms, or she was leaning against Yang Qinglian's arms, at an ambiguous distance, the air between their chests was scorching hot.

She saw Yang Qinglian's fingertips raised her chin, and the thin lotus-like jade arm imprisoned her own arm, locking her range, Yang Qinglian spoke in an extremely domineering tone.

"Your Majesty, do you want me to shut your mouth so that you... won't talk nonsense?"

Close at hand, Yang Qing's rippling face like a peach blossom, under which there are plump red lips that are well-divided, tender and beautiful, making Chu Yue's breath stagnant.

The roots of her ears couldn't help turning red.