The black-bellied prime minister always threatens me

Ye Liushou felt at ease when he was called "husband", and he didn't think Yueqing was a corrupt official anymore, but rather weak Liu Fufeng, with thin lips and pale pink, he looked very good-looking today.

Husband, husband, husband...

How could he have thought that such a sickly beauty was a top performer?

Yueqing was obviously feminine, but he was himself. Although he looked a little immature now, once he grew up, his facial features were definitely deep and tough. It looked like he could punch ten weak Yueqings with one punch.

After all, a civil servant is a civil servant, and if he is tall, he can only hold a wolf's hair. How can he compare to the future who will strengthen his body and fight in person?

Thinking about it this way, Ye Liushou immediately stopped feeling sad.

He took off the wide-sleeved dragon robe that was in the way outside, took off the crown and put it aside, suppressed the bristling hair on his head, and walked over.

Yueqing's outer robe was easy to take off, but the cross-collared jacket inside, with the belt on his side, was leaning against his waist and pressed against his waist. Ye Liuqiu had to squat down and put his hands into his waist to touch the bed. slowly pull it apart.

After finally taking off half of his middle coat, Ye Liushou looked at the innermost layer of clothes that was the closest to his body and was warmed by his body, his cheeks were slightly red, and he was about to reach out, but his fingers were suddenly grabbed.

Lying on the bed, Yueqing squinted his eyes condescendingly, rubbed the smooth and tender back of his hand with his fingertips frivolously, "There are no clothes inside."

"Don't you want to change into your nightgown?" Ye Liuqiu's voice was clean and crisp, and he drew his hand back like an electric shock, pointing to the two long silk gowns hanging beside him.

"That's a bathrobe, it's for bathing together." A lazy voice hovered above his head, "Does Your Majesty want to take a mandarin duck bath with this humble minister?"

"How is that possible!" Ye Liushou retorted.

Well, he was still a little apprehensive.

Not everyone can calm down in front of people with a thick skin like a city wall.

Yue Qing sat up, blinked and said, "That's what His Majesty wants to see, and His Majesty wants to see it, so I am obliged to do so."

As he spoke, he was about to untie the last piece of clothing. Ye Liushou's eyelids twitched, seeing this man's ability to reverse black and white again, and hurriedly stepped forward to grab him, "I don't want to see it either! I just didn't know it was a bathrobe .”

Yue Qing: "It's nothing to look at, the Weichen's body is not too difficult to handle."

"No, no, I'm afraid that my eyes will tarnish Aiqing."

"I don't mind."

"I don't mind!" Ye Liushou flusteredly grasped his icy fingers, sent back the belt that was about to fall apart, and smiled obsequiously, "Ye Liang, Aiqing is suffering from typhoid fever, it's better to wear more. I'm too young to see this."

"Didn't Your Majesty say that you are already nineteen and you are an adult?"

Yeliu choked, thinking that Yueqing was not only greedy for money but also held grudges. He still remembered what he said when he refuted him a few days ago. He gritted his molars and said, "My body is weak, and I haven't developed yet..."

The more he spoke, the softer his voice was, his cheeks were red from being teased, he was so ashamed and angry, he bit his lower lip and said nothing.

Yue Qing glanced at him across the room with unclear meaning, and Ye Liushou felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, wishing he could grab the land with his head and go back to Nether Immortal City.

What kind of shit and traitor is this!

Instead of messing with the court, what are you doing to tease a puppet emperor!

Yue Qing laughed lightly, closed his clothes, and changed the topic, "Well, if that's the case, Your Majesty will pour you a glass of water for my minister."

Ye Liuxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I can't help feeling sorry for the late emperor, who passed away at the age of 47, and Yue Qing must have been mad at him to death.

Ye Liuqiu was called for half the night, pouring water, pinching his shoulders and beating his legs, and finally fell asleep lying on the table tired.

When I woke up the next day, my waist was sore and my back was painful, and my bones seemed to be falling apart and reorganized.

Looking at the bed, with the quilt lifted, Yue Qing had long since disappeared.

He subconsciously looked out the window, his chaotic head was mostly awake, and he stood up from the stool.

It's over, forget about going to morning court for the first time today!At this point, he was probably two quarters of an hour late!

Ye Liuxiao trotted to the dressing table, combed his hair again, put on the hairpin and tiara, and shouted at the door: "Come on! Change!"

"Your Majesty, my servant." Gong'e opened the door and came in, knelt on the ground, "Return to Your Majesty, Your Majesty said that today's morning court has been cancelled, Your Majesty need not worry."

"Cancel?" Ye Liushou immediately took a step back vigilantly, his almond eyes widened, and he had an ominous premonition in his mind, and asked suspiciously, "Why?"

Gong'e faltered and said: "Return to Your Majesty, the more you say when you leave, say..."

"What did he say?" Ye Liuqiu said in a low voice, not arrogant.

"Your Majesty said that His Majesty was overworked last night and passed out from exhaustion, so he canceled the morning court. He ordered the servants not to wake His Majesty, and invited several adults to discuss important matters in the Prime Minister's Mansion."

After Gong'e finished speaking in one breath, she knelt down on the ground, waved her hands outside calmly, and a little eunuch came in with a bowl.

Gong'e said reassuringly: "Your Majesty said that you want your servants to watch His Majesty drink it with their own eyes."

Ye Liuxiao glanced at the pitch-black soup in the bowl, and said with disgust, "What is this?"

Gong'e felt that she probably wouldn't survive today, so she closed her eyes and said, "A, let's have soft-shelled turtle soup."

"Really?" Ye Liushou's face turned dark.

Gong'e kowtowed: "Oh, I also mixed it, mixed some avoiding soup..."