Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

Seeing Yan Ran's appearance, Ye Yu raised his eyebrows. His eyes were narrow and deep, and he could hardly see the bottom when he looked into them. He looked at Yan Ran's eyes as if he was looking at something. Yan Ran was frightened by his staring, with tears in the corners of his eyes Light.

Ye Yu was not someone who would feel sorry for tears, so he just looked at Yan Ran quietly, until Yan Ran tried hard to hold back the tears before touching her face.

"Your Majesty," Ye Yu's voice was very soft, like a whisper between lovers, "It's no use crying, you have to be obedient."

His tone was still so indifferent, as if he was born without emotion.
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"Little Fuzi, you eat." The little emperor gave the cake to the hungry little Fuzi.

Xiao Fuzi blushed, but did not dare to answer, "Your Majesty, this is not in compliance with the rules."

Yan Ran insisted, "You, you eat."

The emperor insisted so much, so of course Xiao Fuzi could not disobey the emperor's order, eating it was very sweet.

The young emperor stared at him with those innocent eyes, "Is it delicious?"

Xiao Fuzi had never eaten such a good thing, "Your Majesty rewarded it, so it's delicious."

"Then these are all for you."

The emperor was very generous and gave a small dish to Xiao Fuzi. The pure and clean eyes were incompatible with this palace.

The pastry is very sweet, and Xiao Fuzi likes it very much.

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The man's voice was cold and clear, and every boring word seemed to become more interesting when read from his mouth.

Yan Ran's way of holding the brush is very wrong. This is actually the first time she has used a brush. She has never studied in the Imperial College, and she can't read a few words. How can she handle a brush?

Her movements were extremely unfamiliar, her face was embarrassed, and the words she wrote were even more unsightly, like chicken feet, which made Yan Ran blush with embarrassment.

When Yan Ran was embarrassed alone, his back was pressed against a firm and hard chest, and the tip of his nose was the kind of light fragrance emanating from a man, like grass and trees, which made people feel comfortable.

The bony fingers wrapped Yan Ran's hand from the outside, and slowly spread her stiff five fingers, adjusting the posture of holding the pen.

That hand was slightly cool, but also carried a strength that could not be ignored.

Yan Ran froze all over, and even forgot to struggle, her pupils dilated.

The tall body enveloped her, like a mountain, an insurmountable existence.

"Your Majesty, concentrate." The breath of the person behind him sprayed behind his ears, causing a burst of numbness. Yan Ran's eyelashes trembled violently, and he turned his head slightly. attitude.

They got too close, the emperor's pale lips were very close, and the scent of the emperor's body, which was stronger than incense, bloomed in the breath, poured into the body, and passed through his limbs and bones.

After being silent for a while, Yan Ran bit her lower lip, a blush appeared on her face, as if disgusted, "You, stay away from me."

Xiao Ci blinked in surprise, obviously puzzled, "But Your Majesty can't even hold a pen well."

"..." Seemingly ashamed to be said, Yan Ranchuan's voice was as thin as a mosquito, "Zhen, I will take it well..."

The emperor's pale and beautiful face, which had never been harsh to him, rarely showed some different emotions, which made his heart soften. Xiao Ci's eyes moved, and his voice was still cold: "Then your majesty will study hard."

The emperor's hand was very small and soft, and he could completely wrap it with one hand. I don't know if it was because of nervousness, but the emperor's hand was shaking. If it wasn't because he controlled it, he might not be able to write any words.

Back and forth, over and over again, one after another, the emperor finally learned to hold a pen.

The emperor looked at the handwriting he had written, and his small face inevitably showed a little pride. When facing Xiao Ci, he was extremely reserved.

"I have learned, let go."

This soft and waxy tone, like a small hook, swept across Xiao Ci's heart, crisp and itchy.

He withdrew his hand, covering the emotion in his eyes.
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The relationship between the regent and the prime minister is very good.

The two can be regarded as confidants, and occasionally have a drink.

Xiao Ci doesn't drink alcohol, but only drinks tea.

Ye Yu thought the wine glass was too small, so he drank directly from the wine jug. He would not get drunk after a thousand glasses, and his eyes were still clear.

Originally, they were discussing floods in the south of the Yangtze River, building dams to control floods, recruiting hungry people to build water conservancy projects, etc. Later, for some reason, they talked about the emperor.

This topic was brought up by Ye Yu, as if he just casually said in his free time, "How is the emperor learning?"

Xiao Ci took a sip of tea, "Not much."

Ye Yu chuckled twice, of course he understood Xiao Ci's meaning, but it was true that the little emperor was stupid, but he was better at being obedient.

"Teach me well." Ye Yu said with a smile, "Your Majesty, be good, don't push too hard."

Xiao Ci lowered her eyes and raised her eyebrows, "Naturally."

A few days ago, the regent said that the obedient emperor wanted to play tricks on people.

Facing the empty imperial study, Xiao Ci was silent for a while, and asked the eunuch guarding the door.

"What about Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." the eunuch faltered, under Xiao Ci's calm gaze, sweating profusely, "Your Majesty hasn't gotten up yet..."

As soon as the words fell, the eunuch seemed to have a burst of air-conditioning, which was bitingly cold.

The eunuch was crying, who knew that the puppet emperor would have such courage?

Ye Yu came to the Qiankun Hall with a blank expression on his face. The door curtain woven of icy gauze in the inner room of the dormitory, and a faint figure on the couch in the gauze.

There were still a few court ladies kneeling beside her, and when they saw Xiao Ci, their faces turned pale with fright, and they didn't dare to make a sound after saluting.

Hibiscus warms the tent, and the dark fragrance floats.

The strong scent of incense made Ye Yu feel a little annoyed and irritable.

The curtain was lifted, and the emperor sat unscrupulously on the dragon couch, wearing only a thin inner garment, his ink-like hair was draped softly on his shoulders, and his snow-white feet protruded, stepping on the brocade quilt .

That skin is really white jade, the blue blood vessels are clearly visible, revealing a touch of pink, like shy flower buds.

How could it be so tender?

Thinking of this, Xiao Ci felt an itch in his heart, as if a feather was gently scratching.

He calmly took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and faced the cold and compassionate, "Your Majesty, what are you making?"

The pale and thin emperor raised his chin reservedly, seemingly aloof, but in fact he was just a kitten whose claws had been pulled out.

He flicked his exposed feet.

"You, come here and put on my shoes."

Not arrogant.

As soon as these words came out, the people in the hall held their breaths. They were really brave. They could almost imagine how this arrogant and extremely stupid emperor would die tragically in the dragon couch.

Little Fuzi gritted his teeth, endured his fear, and smiled uglier than crying, "My lord prime minister, Your Majesty is playing with you, and this slave will put on His Majesty's shoes."

Today I try my best, add more, I will try my best to make it up (cry like a dog)