The heroine kidnapped the female partner!

"The national teacher told me that I might get sick during this period of time." Li Yan frowned, and tapped his fingers on the table restlessly. "I am afraid that I will kill the girl from the outside world."

He still remembers the sight of the god of death approaching back then. Who would have thought that an elegant and gentle Mingjun would be able to kill one person when he went crazy, leaving corpses all over the place, and blood flowing like rivers.

When Li Yan returned to normal, the murdered people had already been sealed in the tomb with him. Everyone was silent, but the wailing sound of being killed echoed in his ears.

Although Li Yan is a wise king, he is also a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

That incident back then left a big shadow on Li Yan.

"Your Majesty, don't be nervous." Yang Yansheng stepped forward and sat opposite Li Yan, she smiled softly, with a hint of comfort. "The national teacher is just predicting, and besides, I have found some ways to suppress your blood."

The way Yang Yansheng said was system 23333, she was betting.

"I don't know what my queen thinks." Li Yan coughed lightly, reached out and poured a cup of tea for Yang Yansheng, taking the opportunity to cover up his inadvertently revealed fear.

"..." Yang Yansheng felt a little uncomfortable when she heard Li Yan calling herself his queen. She was silent for a moment, smoothed her frowning brows, and then said: "It all depends on chance, I also Not too sure."

Li Yan nodded, hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Is the queen dissatisfied with me?"

Yang Yansheng listened, smiled lightly, and waited for Li Yan to continue.

As for the relationship between the two of them in name only, Yang Yansheng still hoped that Li Yan would bring it up by himself, only in this way, Li Yan would be less unwilling and uncomfortable.

After all, Li Yan is the king of a country, no matter how sensible he is - he still wants to save face about things like family (back) court (palace).

Furthermore, Yang Yansheng is quite optimistic about this male lead, and if there is an opportunity to cooperate, she still wants to save him a little face.

"You...don't call yourself a concubine with me recently." Li Yan frowned, changed his address, and said solemnly: "I have no other intentions, I just feel that you are a little strange to me, not as good as before. Like."

"At the beginning, the engagement between you and me was for political needs." Yang Yansheng looked at Li Yan squarely, and said flatly, "For thousands of years, you and I have not developed any relationship at all."

The respect between them is like a guest. In the eyes of outsiders, it is a traditional love. In fact, only they know it. This is an expression of unfamiliarity.

"I...I know." Li Yan's questioning expression suddenly withered, and he said guiltily: "I'm sorry, in order to strengthen my position, I ordered you to marry me. You won't fall in love with me, and I will give you a life without worrying about food and clothing... But I didn't expect that I fell ill, killed you, and imprisoned you in this cramped ancient tomb forever and ever."

"The world is unpredictable." Yang Yansheng's tone was a little relaxed, trying to calm Li Yan's injured heart. "I can't blame you either. My father agreed to this marriage to strengthen his position in the officialdom."

Li Yan was silent for a while, and finally said: "Let's break up—the breakup is very peaceful, and the divorce letter is not fair to you."

The word "break up" was learned by Li Yan from a young couple some time ago.

Li Yan smiled slightly, and the distressed expression just now disappeared. His tone was brisk, with a sense of relief in it: "To be honest, I feel guilty for having such an unclear relationship for thousands of years."

"I imprisoned you by my side, but I couldn't give you happiness." There was a smile on the corners of Li Yan's eyes and brows, his brows were delicate, and his smile was like the clean sunshine in winter. "Now that you are tired of this depressing married life, I think a peaceful breakup between us is the best result."

Such a gentle and handsome boy who is decisive and reasonable.

Yang Yansheng admired Li Yan in his heart, she also laughed, the smile was very bright.

"I'll make a notice later." Li Yan raised the corner of his mouth and waved his hand with a bold and masculine air.

Although Li Yan used to be above ten thousand people, he did not have the pathological desire to control that is more common among emperors.

On the contrary, he advocates freedom and knows how to respect. When he gets along with his own people, there is even a sense of equality in it.

In modern times, Li Yan can be said to be a capable, sunny and considerate boy.

The very popular one!

"At least we've been together for thousands of years. After breaking up, we're still friends." Li Yan raised his teacup with a clear smile on his face. "Being a confidant with a talented woman recognized by the capital, and reciting poems together under the moon - for me, it is natural to fight for it."

Li Yan's words did not contain a trace of flattery or attempt, but naked, naked, naked admiration—only admiration of Yang Yansheng's talent.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your appreciation." Yang Yansheng also picked up the teacup, nodded and smiled lightly, like a spring breeze. "After breaking up, we are still friends."

……

Yu Qiao was walking around boringly, moving this and that for a while, doing whatever she wanted to do was boring.

In the end, boredom drove her out of the room and wandered around in this tribe—of course, she did not forget the indifferent faces of people a few hours ago, so she walked carefully, for fear that someone would cast her disgusting eyes on outsiders.

At this time, the sun was shining, and most people were taking a lunch break after eating, so the road was completely silent, and there was no one to see.

There are dense trees on both sides of the road, Yu Qiao took a deep breath, sucking the fresh air into her chest cavity.

Tree edge of the village together, Aoyama Guo oblique. ——Yu Qiao suddenly thought of this ancient poem, and with a somewhat subtle feeling, she truly experienced the world described by the ancient pastoral poets.

She had been to the deep mountains and forests before, but at that time, she had never experienced such pleasant feelings.

Yu Qiao's mood became inexplicably joyful, she looked at the birds chasing in the sky, and smiled at them who were happy.

Yu Qiao paced along the road, slowly thinking about what happened today.

Soft voice, gentle smile, clear eyes, long flowing hair...

Thinking of this, Yu Qiao couldn't help but widen the corners of her mouth with a smile, and felt inexplicably joyful in her heart.

"I may have made a new friend!" Yu Qiao defined this kind of joy as passionate friendship and love, she suddenly raised her head and hahaha, and continued to mutter in her heart: "It's still pretty~"

"Why are you laughing, so happy." A soft voice with a little smile rang in Yu Qiao's ear, Yu Qiao stopped laughing in surprise, turned her head and bumped into those smiling amber eyes.

"No...it's nothing!" When Yu Qiao saw that it was Yang Yansheng, she froze instantly, and she quietly added in her heart: I just praised you for looking good, hehe (/▽╲)

"Maybe it's a generation gap? That's why I don't know anyone who can raise their head and laugh inexplicably while walking on the road~" Yang Yansheng saw Yu Qiao's super cowardly expression, a little funny, she continued to joke: "Could it be that I'm behind? "

"No!" Yu Qiao quickly explained, blushing anxiously.

She doesn't want any generation gap between her and the beautiful young lady QAQ

Yang Yansheng smiled without saying a word, looking at Yu Qiao anxiously in front of him.

As a thousand-year-old female ghost, Yang Yansheng actually knew what Yu Qiao was laughing at just now, but she was playing tricks to tease Yu Qiao.

I didn't expect Yu Qiao to be so funny, and suddenly I was at a loss to explain something.

Yang Yansheng rubbed Yu Qiao's head, soothing her anxious little heart: "Okay, don't worry, I was joking."

Yu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and silently added a label of [seriously joking] to a series of praises such as [gentle] [capable] [cooking delicious] [beautiful lady] [super good temper].

But this looks pretty good~