When the boss wears the best [Quick Transmigration]

Qiu Yun stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, staring at the sluggish emperor with cold eyes.

Under his gaze, the Son of Heaven struggled to prop up half of his body, fine cold sweat covered his forehead, he lifted his eyelids, his eyes were doting and helpless.

"It's really hard-hearted."

He muttered something in a low voice, and then said seriously: "The imperial edict to seal the king has been issued, and as the king of a country, I can't change my words. In the future, you can be your idle king with peace of mind. I don't hold you back, and the world allows you to live freely. There is no need to bow down to see me."

This is the result of Ding Yuan's deep thinking all night.

Before, he only thought about himself, ignoring A-Xian's mood and wishes, all because of A-Xian's love and love for him when he was young.Those who are favored are confident, just like his biological father Wei Heng, what he relies on is Chang Lin's love for him?

It is true that he can use the imperial power to get Ah Yuan's people, but what's the point if he can't get Xin?He's not Chang Lin, he can't cut off the wings of the one he loves, so he imprisons the one he loves by his side, although the relationship between Chang Lin and Wei Hang is not only about love, but also because of family feud.

Qiu Yun looked at him questioningly.

The eyes are clear and soft, not as deep and incomprehensible as they were when they first met yesterday.

His complexion was dull, his expression forbearing, a strand of hair clinging to his forehead, cold sweat frequently broke out on his forehead, condensed into beads, rolling down, looking a little embarrassed.

The gilt incense burner emits a curl of mist.

Green smoke lingers around the incense burner, exuding wisps of fragrance.

Smelling the light ambergris, he calmed down a little, and when he looked at the other party, his eyes softened a little.

Qiu Yun knew that the other party did this on purpose, so he was just being careful, but it was not annoying: "Has your injury been treated with medicine?"

Hearing this, the sense of shame that Ding Yuan tried his best to ignore swept through his body instantly.

He looked at Qiuyun sadly. Today, the other party was wearing a crimson gauze robe, a traveling crown on his head, and a mountain of black jade on his waist. Apart from being elegant, he also added a sense of nobility.The more he looked at it, the more aggrieved he felt. He had prepared this court uniform earlier, and he could only wear it when people came.

But after the two reunited after a long absence, not to mention taking off the clothes, even drinking and talking, they beat him so hard that he couldn't get out of the bed, the beating was still unspeakable.

Qiu Yun raised her eyebrows: "Didn't you call the imperial doctor?"

Ding Yuan blushed, looked away aggrieved, buried himself on the jade pillow, and said sullenly: "No." How could he have the nerve to call the imperial doctor for this kind of injury?

Qiu Yun sighed lightly, he was also out of breath yesterday, and his actions were a little heavy.

In the end, Ding Yuan is just a child in his eyes, he is older than the other party by how many years, so why bother with him?

Thinking of this, he stepped forward lightly, opened his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed: "I'll take a look at the injury for you, and I'll get you some medicine when I go back."

"do not want!"

Hearing the words, Ding Yuan rolled into the dragon bed excitedly, his wounds were pulled by his movements, the pain made him look grim, but he was afraid that the other party would be worried, so he quickly explained: "I have rough skin and thick flesh, and it will be healed after a few days of raising it. you--"

"Your Majesty, I heard you were injured?"

Before Ding Yuan could say anything, a voice came in along with the palace door.

Qiu Yun turned around and saw a tall man striding towards him.Walking exudes a forceful momentum, giving people a feeling of being difficult to climb.

He didn't seem to expect that there were other people in the dormitory, he was stunned for a moment, and looked around the two of them complicatedly: "You are Sheng Xian, Your Majesty's new Xiaoyao King?"

"Why are you here?" Ding Yuan frowned and shouted sharply, "De Guang!"

"There is no guard outside the hall." The person who came explained, waved back De Guang who had rushed over, and looked critically at Qiu Yun.

Qiu Yun was also looking at the visitor, and he was able to enter the dormitory freely, presumably it was Ding Yuan's uncle Yunwang Changlin.

In fact, he was also a little puzzled, why would King Yun give Ding Yuan the world he got? Could it be that he only loves beauties and not country, so he also loves houses and crows?

The two looked at each other, Ding Yuan on the side didn't care about his injuries, climbed off the bed, stood in front of Qiu Yun calmly, blocked Chang Lin's gaze, and stared at him fiercely: "Who told you Am I injured?"

"I care about you."

Chang Lin frowned slightly, his eyes were not angry and prestige, and even the words he said carried the aura of a superior.

"Caring?" Ding Yuan sneered, "If you really care about me, you should send Wei Hang underground to plead guilty to the people he killed."

"He's your father! How can you just call—"

"Okay." Ding Yuan shouted, interrupting his words: "In the future, if you have nothing to do, don't go to the palace, or if I see you, I will regret that I didn't cut off his head directly that day!"

From Qiu Yun's perspective, one could see the anger in Chang Lin's eyes.

He looked down and landed on Ding Yuan's clenched fist.

"Get out!"

"Your injury..."

"roll!"

Chang Lin was also angry, flicked his wide sleeves, turned around and strode away.

There was a moment of condensation in the bedroom.

Qiu Yun pondered for a moment, and was about to step forward to help the man back to the dragon bed, when he heard a depressing voice coming from the front.

"Actually, I really wanted to cut off Wei Heng's head that day, but at the last moment, the knife in my hand still missed." Ding Yuan said, turning around: "What I thought at the time was, if I really If you kill him, will you think that I'm a disregard for human relations, so cruel that even my own father can kill me?"

"Why do you want to kill him?" Qiu Yun didn't know the entanglement between Ding Yuan and Wei Hang and others.

Ding Yuan walked to the edge of the bed, sat down subconsciously, the tingling pain shot up all over his body instantly, like a needle prick, and he gasped.

He sneaked a glance at Qiu Yun, seeing that the other party hadn't turned around, he carefully lay back on the dragon bed, pulled the quilt over his body, gently rubbed his buttocks with his hands hidden in the quilt, and said in a relaxed manner : "It's a long story, and I can't explain it clearly in a few words. How about this, after my injury is healed, you prepare the wine, and I will tell you slowly, how about it?"

"Then take care of yourself."

Seeing his tired eyes light up, Qiu Yun cupped his hands and said, "If your Majesty is fine, I will leave."

After leaving the palace, he unexpectedly saw King Yun who had been waiting for a long time.

It was still early, and the nearby teahouses hadn't opened yet.

King Yun asked him his opinion, invited him to get on the carriage, and came to a house.

The four golden lacquered characters of "Yunwangfu" jumped into the eyes.

"This used to be the residence of the Marquis of Zhongyong." Seeing him looking at the plaque, King Yun was silent for a moment: "It was also the ancestral residence of the Chang family."

The Chang family is a century-old family that lasted from the founding of the Wei Dynasty to Chang Lin's generation.

Qiu Yun entered the mansion with King Yun, the mansion was quite empty, there was not even a servant, only an old servant brought tea.

"It's not a good tea, please forgive me."

Qiu Yun picked up the cup, flicked the floating tea in the cup with the lid, and took a sip.

It was indeed not good tea, so he put down his cup and said bluntly, "I don't know why King Yun invited me here?"

"Two things." King Yun also put down the celadon cup: "Your Majesty is not the country boy back then. He is the Lord of the World and the Ninth Five-Year Honor. King Xiaoyao, I hope you will keep this in mind, and don't do it next time." Hurt Your Majesty again."

"What position are you talking to me?" Qiu Yun smiled and said gently: "In terms of official position, you are the King of Yun, and I am the King of Xiaoyao. They have the same title. In terms of closeness, you are His Majesty's uncle, and so am I." Your Majesty's adoptive father, the adoptive son is disobedient, so as a foster father, it is not too much for me to teach my son a lesson, right?"

King Yun was dumbfounded. In terms of intimacy, he really couldn't compare to this seemingly gentle man in front of him, but his words were eloquent.

His Majesty asked someone to cut off the bamboo sticks, and tried his best to cover it, even the imperial doctor was not called.

"Heaven and earth king, relative and teacher, he is the king, and you are the minister."

Qiu Yun smiled: "What about the second thing?"

"It's still the same thing, Your Majesty is the Ninth Five-Year Honor, and you have to bear the responsibility of procreating offspring. I don't care about the affairs between you and Your Majesty, but you must not be jealous because of this, hurt Your Majesty, and prevent His Majesty from being lucky—"

"To shut up!"

An angry shout came from outside the door, startling King Yun to stand up quickly.

Qiu Yun followed the prestige, and saw a man in a purple suit walking in murderously with a long sword in his hand, staring at the stunned King Yun with a livid face: "Are you not paying attention to me? "

"Why did your Majesty say this?"

"When Zhong Shulang drafted the decree, I warned you not to disturb King Xiaoyao, and you agreed, but what are you doing now?"

King Yun tightened his brows, pursed his lips, and wanted to say that it was on the premise that he would not hurt you.

Seeing the appearance of his nephew protecting Xiaoyao Wang, he suddenly remembered himself back then, how similar he was, and laughed at himself in his heart: "It's my minister who has surpassed, but your majesty is not young anymore, and it is time to think about the country and give birth to an heir." .”

Ding Yuan sneered, pulled Qiu Yun around and left Prince Yun's mansion.

It was late spring, and the long street was full of flowers.

The breeze blew, with an elegant fragrance, diluting the hostility in Ding Yuan's heart.

The two got into the carriage, the wheels were rolling, Ding Yuan put down his saber, avoided the wound, and sat on his knees: "He will never look for you again."

This should be the first time Qiu Yun was protected by someone.

The mood is a little delicate, this feeling is indescribable, it seems to be a little unexpected, but also a little relieved, even the eyes looking at Ding Yuan have softened a lot: "King Yun's words are a bit unpleasant, but he has That's right, you're not young, it's time to get married."

"..." Ding Yuan's anger that had just been extinguished seemed to rekindle.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes after he calmed down, and said angrily: "You still want me to marry a wife knowing that I only have you in my heart, isn't that hurting those poor women?"

"Emotions can be cultivated."

Ding Yuan let out a breath: "Since you said that feelings can be cultivated, can you cultivate feelings with me?"

After finishing speaking, he reacted abruptly, and a glimmer of hope inevitably rose in his heart: "You said that."

Qiu Yun: "..."

Seeing the other party's efforts to hide, but still uncontrollable joy, his heart choked up, did he really dig a hole for himself?

He collected himself, and said lightly, "But I'm not a manly man."

"Then I'm not good at women." Although I knew that the other party probably wouldn't accept it, I was still a little disappointed, and reluctantly explained: "It's not that I don't want to cultivate, it's just that I can't be hard on women."

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