Beloved Empress

Inklessly pouted a small mouth and looked at him and asked: "The emperor, what are you doing here! The sisters are having fun! You are here, not only sweeping everyone's interest, but also driving people away. "(The best experience of novel reading is in [])"

Jun Qian's gaze glanced at her, not pleasing: "What are you wearing? As a queen, wearing such a disrespect, what is the system."

Listening to him, Mo Yan’s angry counterattack said: “The emperor, you don’t know how to appreciate it! How beautiful is this dance dress! Why don’t you check it out, you are too conservative! Besides, I wear it like this. In my own house, I saw women and half-male and non-female people. Where did they not become a system? If the emperor didn’t want to see it, he couldn’t come! The courtier didn’t ask the emperor to come.” Go to the cushion on the low table.

Jun Qian Che tried hard to suppress the anger in her heart, did not want to quarrel with her, took off her robe and threw it on her.

Mo Yan rebelled: "I don't wear it." He threw his clothes on the ground.

Jun Qian Che squatted across from her, watching her cold and irresistible majesty: "If you are too long, don't mind if you help me now."

"I--" Mo Yan had no enthusiasm in an instant, and his heart was unwilling to pick up the clothes on the ground and put it on his body: "The emperor is satisfied now!"

Jun Qian Che glanced at her, her eyes falling on her half-covered and stunned twin peaks.

With the sight of his eyes, Mo Yan immediately pulled his robes and covered himself: "The emperor, indecent assault." It really is a boring man.

Jun Qianche’s disdainful cold voice reminded: “Don’t forget your identity, Queen.”

Ink mouth, speechless. Ugh! Who told the deity to marry him! So what he means is that her people are all his, look at what a big deal, shameless guy, you can't go to heaven!

"The emperor is quite idle today, and there is time to see the courtiers." Mo Yan transferred the topic.

"Is it going to ask you about the progress of the emperor's grandmother's return to the palace and the preparation for the dust-washing feast?"

Ink confidently smiled: "The emperor, you can rest assured! Things are going very well. The emperor's palace has been cleaned up inside and out, the banquet is ready, and the dishes are also ready. Send it to the imperial kitchen, and make sure that the grandmother will be satisfied."

"This is so good, the emperor grandmother pays most attention to the face and reputation of the royal family, and must not make a mistake at the banquet." Jun Qian Che cold reminder.

"Reassured, there will never be a mistake, the courtiers do things, the emperor is relieved." In fact, there is nothing to prepare, that is, a command, the people of the House of Government will go to Luo.

"What program did the Queen prepare for the emperor?"

Ink stunned and was smothered by his own saliva: "What? I, I have to prepare for the show?"

"The emperor's grandmother prayed for the country and the royal family. He was a descendant of the people and the royal family. As a younger generation, he should be proud of having such an elder. Although he could not walk with the emperor, the emperor and grandmother returned hard, as a younger generation, performing some programs. Her old family is happy, and the Queen is a grandmother and a mother. It is an unshirkable duty to be filial, so we must do this.

We, Wang Hao, the princesses have prepared the show, and the queen should not fall behind. "Jun Qianche said plainly."

After the ink, the head of the ink was running fast, and the spirit machine moved: "The emperor, not as good as the courtiers, let the emperor jump the dance just now!"

After Jun Qiane listened, he was not pleased: "You have this dress in front of the emperor's grandmother. It is not to make her old man happy. It is deliberately irritating her. The face of the royal family will be thrown away by you."

"I, I can change the clothes of a conservative point~! I will dance Dunhuang. Emperor, I will show you to you! Wait a minute." Waiting for Jun Qian to speak, Mo Yan immediately got up and ran in the room. Go, change your clothes and run out.

This time, Mo Yan changed the dance dress of Dunhuang Feitian. (Everyone can make up the clothes of Dunhuang dance, hehe-)

Jun Qianche saw that the clothes changed by Mo Yan were still very unpleasant. He had to admit that she was very beautifully dressed, but she still had a lot of dew points. This appeared at the banquet, so that so many people saw her like this. He killed her heart.

Ink sees the dissatisfaction of Jun Qian, and immediately explains: "The emperor, you should watch the dance first, as for the clothes, if you are not satisfied, I can wear a strict one."

When the words fall, the ink dragon begins to dance, the red shirt, the blue silk dye, the ribbon is elegant, if the fairy is like a fairy, it seems to come from the dream. The sun in the sky sprinkles the warm light, under the beautiful flower tree, a beautiful and moving woman sometimes raises her wrist and lowers her eyebrows, and sometimes she is light and comfortable, her hands are closed and gripped, like a pen walking dragon painting Danqing, jade sleeves wind Elegant and healthy. The ribbon on the wrist dances with the dance, turning, smashing, opening, closing, twisting, rounding, and swaying.

Jun Qian Che was fascinated by the beauty of her eyes. She did not expect that she would not be tempered on weekdays, and she would have such a charming side.

In the exquisite dance, he saw her other side. In fact, she is really beautiful when she is serious. The beautiful one can't move her eyes. She never knows that she can dance. And such a beautiful dance, there are other men. Appreciate? Thinking of this, Jun Qian’s heart raised an anger, even a picture, she actually skipped this fascinating dance to other men.

"Enough! Don't jump." Jun Qian Che roared.

The ink immersed in the dance was shocked, and the rotating footsteps suddenly stopped. Because the speed was too fast, the inertia could not be stopped for a while, and as a result, the foot was squatting and the body fell backwards.

When Jun Qian saw it, he immediately pulled her up. Following this force, Mo Yan fell into his arms.

Wen Xiang soft jade is full of arms, Jun Qian Che heart unconsciously jumped a shot, looking at the person in the arms, the line of sight fell on her seductive chest.

When the ink smudged, he pushed him away immediately. The two were opposite each other, and there was a murderous flow between them.

Jun Qianqi took the lead to take back his sight and returned to the low-legged table to sit down.

Inklessly sat down with the past and asked: "Imperial, are you sick? People are jumping well, why are you calling to stop! Do you know that this will be very dangerous, the feet of the courtiers? I was almost sprained."

Jun Qian Che does not take it for granted: "It is hurtful to wear this dance, not to stop you, let you spread this unhealthy trend."

There is a bite of impulse in the ink: "Imperial, you can't talk without scorning sorrows and sorrows? What is hurtful, unhealthy, your aesthetics is seriously problematic, and people in the Tang Dynasty can accept this beauty." Why is it worth nothing when it comes to your eyes!"

It’s just that Mo Yan still doesn’t understand it. It’s not that Jun Qian’s aesthetic has problems. But the person who dances in this dress today is his wife. If he is replaced by others, he can also look at it with an aesthetic eye, but Let his wife wear it like this, and jump to others to see it in the public. He can't do it. After all, he is the king of a country with masculinity.

"Tang Dynasty people?" Jun Qian Che caught the strange words in her words.

A glimpse of ink, immediately explained: "Is not some people you don't know. Emperor, are you crazy? You really don't appreciate this dance?"

"You are a queen, not a dancer, and dance in front of the ministers. The dance has the honor of losing the queen, and it is not allowed." Jun Qian Che resolutely denied.

Ink and mouth, mad at the question: "What program do you want to let the courtier perform?"

"You will help the emperor to play the first song!" Jun Qian Che proposed.

Murray scratched his head, and some were embarrassed: "Sorry, this will not."

"After the emperor's grandmother returned to the palace, you went to accompany her to play chess and accompany her old man."

Ink continued to sweat and said: "This will not."

"That wrote a few words to the emperor, or draw a picture." Jun Qian Che helpless.

Ink continued to scratch his head: "I am really embarrassed, neither will be the same."

"That can be written by the poetry songs!" Jun Qian Che endured anger.

The ink skull must be low below the table: "This will not."

"Ink, what are you going to? In the palace before the town of Guogong and his wife are not saying that you are playing chess and painting, poetry and songs are all well-versed!" Jun Qian Che's tone with a bit of ridicule.

Ink immediately countered: "Which parents do not praise their children! The Queen Mother also praised the above Wu Shuangquan, handsome and handsome, Ming Junxian, delicate and considerate!"

"Isn't it?" Jun Qianche looked at her unpleasant questioning.

Ink smiled, the style changed suddenly, and he sang a song suddenly, and he did cute moves: "I feel like I am sprouting, and my heart is happy. Hahaha, emperor, are you too narcissistic?" Exquisite and considerate, can you put these four words on the side? Don't be too thick!"

"Ink!" Jun Qian Che roared.

Ink stunned his body and murmured: "Chen Chen is only telling the truth, the emperor still said that he is the lord of the Ming Dynasty! How can you not even hear the truth!"

Jun Qian is very dark and looks at her.

Seeing his eyes like this, Mo Yan swallowed his mouth unconsciously, and his heart was a bit timid. Will not anger this goods!

Jun Qian Che reached out and provoked her chin, black and sly, and approached her.

She had a faint scent on her body, and she was closer to her. She found that she was more charming, with a blown skin, delicate facial features, charming clavicle, and a full-bodied chest.

Jun Qian's body actually reacted. The anger in his heart slowly dissipated after seeing her beauty. A strong urge to approach her spread in the bottom of his heart. He slowly approached her, near Both of them touched the tip of their nose.

Ink's heart beats uncontrollably, and I don't know what to do.

But in the next second, Jun Qian Che suddenly sat up straight and pulled away from her.

Mo Yan sighed and looked at Jun Qian.

Jun Qian is stunned to her, and her throat is very cold.

Ink also approached him, whispered: "The emperor, this kind of thing is not shameful, the courtier can understand you."

"Understand?" Jun looked at her inexplicably.

Mo Yan smiled badly and took his shoulder: "Oh, you are actually a different sexual orientation than others. It's nothing shameful. This good friend also has true feelings."

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