Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 455 The Queen Will Never Give Up (2)

Ji Ge flipped through it hastily, and concluded with a very chic posture, "These censors are too idle."

The Empress looked at her.

The girl propped her chin up, unreasonable and strong, "It's not the first day I did this, they already know my style, but now they want to hold on to me, it's too much."

"..."

The empress had a headache, "Xiao Si, remember to apologize to Xiao Shangshu's mansion after you go back."

Ji Ge blinked his eyes, not against his golden thighs, and responded obediently.

The reason why she took refuge in Beijing this time was because of a conflict with the younger sister of the Minister of War in a restaurant. She led a group of people to beat him up and lay on the bed for more than half a month.

Afraid of being scolded by the old men at Yushitai, Ji Ge randomly found a name and ran away. He thought that hiding for ten days and a half months would be a page-turning, but he still didn't escape.

"Also," the empress said next, "Your empress misses you very much in the harem, remember to visit him in Fengluan Palace later, so that your empress father's heart can be at ease."

The hair on Ji Ge's back stood on end, and his face fell down, "Mother, can I not go?"

"What do you think?" the empress asked leisurely.

Ji Ge took a deep breath, bid farewell to the Empress, and went to Fengluan Palace with the same tragic mood as going to the guillotine.

It's not that Ji Ge doesn't want to see Feng Jun, the main reason is that her biological father was born in the general family, deeply influenced by her mother, and has a hot-tempered temperament and a refreshing atmosphere.

Seeing Ji Ge, the palace servants of Fengluan Palace eagerly welcomed Ji Ge in, and smiled lightly, who had been by Feng Jun's side for many years, "Your Highness is coming, Feng Jun must be very happy."

Ji Ge twitched the corners of her lips, but she didn't have the airs of a princess in front of Qing Ling who had watched her grow up, "It's a pity that I'm usually too busy to spend time with my father."

Qing Ling smiled, and pushed open the magnificent palace door, "Feng Jun, the Fourth Highness has come."

Ji Ge then entered the door, and a soft pillow flew towards him.

The girl dodged in time, with a flattering smile on her face, "Father Queen."

"You still know to come to see me," the man wearing Feng Jun's costume is extremely beautiful, different from the weak and delicate or the pure and beautiful spirit that is admired now, Xie Yi's brows are bright and handsome, and he is six to seven points similar to Ji Ge's appearance. No one would doubt the relationship between the two, "If you get into trouble, you can run away very fast."

Xie Yi rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat up the restless brat, but Ji Ge had already developed his conditioned reflex in the pursuit, and ran quickly, "Father, calm down."

"You still dare to run for me, Bujige, stop for me."

"I don't, you're going to beat me up and I'll stop," Ji Ge changed his tone, "Do you think I'm a fool?"

There was no one else in the palace room, so he closed the door lightly and remained motionless, as if he didn't see the scene of chickens and dogs jumping in front of him, which fully demonstrated his good self-cultivation as the number one celebrity around Feng Jun.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Xie Yi, who stayed in the harem and had no place for him to exercise every day, was no match for Ji Ge who was running around, so he gave up first, took a sip of herbal tea to relieve his anger, "Little bastard is quite good at running."

Ji Ge helped the hair accessories on the sideburns, "It's all taught by my father."

Xie Yi sneered, "What did I teach you, how to get into trouble or run away after getting into trouble."

"..."

"Okay," Xie Yi waved his hand impatiently, "You must be tired just after you came back, hurry up and go back to your Imperial Palace to rest."

"I see." Ji Ge got up, she was really tired now, so she didn't refuse, "I'll visit my father when I'm free."

Xie Yi snorted, as a promise.

　Three shifts

　　
　
(End of this chapter)