The Lover’s Prattle

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He Weiwen put out her tongue and licked her lips, and straightened up and smashed her lips twice, with a gentle smile between her brows and eyes, and took out a jade bracelet from her clothes.

The good texture is crystal clear in the dim light of the night.

He rested on the cupboard beside her bed with a clear sound, and He Weiwen tapped her head twice with her fingers. "You have the final say in this yard."

He glanced at the bracelet on the cabinet. "If you dare to smash it ..." He narrowed his eyes, his eyes glowed with a dangerous fierce light, "Ye peeled your skin."

Qing Ruo hummed at him twice, wiped the back of his lips where he had only licked, and stretched out his feet and kicked him, "I have the final say in this yard, you get out now."

Brutal and unreasonable.

He Weiwen hit her firmly, her footprints were printed on the light-colored robes, and she lowered her heads to look at her carefully, her teeth rubbing against each other. Forget it, she was so stupid what to expect of her.

The guards originally guarding the yard all turned into those arranged by He Weiwen. The whole yard was more guarded and scary than it seemed.

However, what He Weiwen said still counted. If the yard Qing Qing had the last word, she would come in and come in when she thought about it. Instead, other members of the family would enter the yard with her consent.

The emperor's wedding was originally arranged carefully and grandly, but in the end it was not known whether there was a problem with the treasury or the little emperor was dissatisfied with the marriage, which became simple and simple.

Recently, there were bandits in the Buddhist temple area of ​​the outskirts of Beijing. The bandits were deceitful. The officers and soldiers had not caught them several times. He Weiwen took the troops himself three days ago.

There is no Shili red makeup, and there is no extended welcome team.

Shizang's dowry looked a bit shabby.

Qing Ruo was pulled up and dressed up by the magpie sent from the palace early in the morning. The wedding dress was delivered two days before, and the heavy wedding dress was pressed on her. She had a small face tightly and magpie. She didn't talk much, as if she just completed a process, and said nothing auspicious, otherwise she laughed or she cried.

One password, one action, the bright red boudoir is like a workshop assembly line production, not like to complete a festive wedding.

The emperor did not come out to greet him in person. If Qing Qing was taken from the boudoir back to the door of the palace, many officials congratulated. Everyone was dressed with joy, with a smile on his face.

The brother and sister didn't say a word on both sides of the road. Wu Qingcheng was wearing iron armor armor inside, separated into a thin layer of clothing on the outside so that if his whole body hurts, he was lying on his back and panting.

Hurrying to the sedan, Tong Qing shrugged his lips and explained, "Do not step out of the new house if there is any noise outside tonight, hear it."

Qing Ruo hesitated to ignore him.

The disdain in her muzzle was not hidden at all, and Qi Qingcheng's eyes were gloomy. He opened his mouth and finally said nothing to get her into the sedan chair.

All the way to the gongs and drums, the welcoming team was in the middle, surrounded by a majestic guard with a sword hanging around his waist.

See the lively people hiding away.

There was no noise around, only the sound of the iron guards of the guards and the sound of the welcoming team.

Qing Ruo got up early in the morning and had nothing to eat, and tossed all day long. The new house was well-furnished, but he did not follow the Queen's specifications. Qing Ruo lifted his head and looked at it with no interest.

There are no auspicious fruits such as peanuts on the table. They are all pastries, and a plate of fruits, grapes, apples, oranges, and strawberries. Chic and beautiful.

The pastries are all exquisitely made. The things on this table are obviously more elaborate than the whole new house.

Qing Ruo hooked his lips and sat down at the table to eat leisurely, thinking that the little emperor should have no chance to enter the cave tonight.

The hair crown on the head was heavy and cumbersome. The girls waited outside, and Qingruo took the things on his head and lay them on the table while eating.

I drank and took off my coat and went straight to bed.

I do n’t know how long after Qing Qing was awakened by a fierce noise, the voices were boiling outside, mixed with the sound of cold weapon collisions and screams, and some people were shouting the slogan of chaos.

It was very noisy outside, and Qingruo fell asleep, turned over, pulled the quilt over her head, and continued to sleep.

He Weiwen rushed with blood and clothes.

He was wearing dark blue clothes today, and his blood was almost covered with the whole coat. Without careful recognition, he could not see the color of his clothes.

The guard outside the new house saw him on his knees when he saw him, "General."

The girl and the trembling knelt on one side and huddled into a ball. Only then did they fight more clearly than Qingruo in the room.

Now He Weiwen is here ...

"Get up." He Weiwen spoke directly over a group of kneeling people to the door of the new house.

The outstretched hand stopped by the door panel, the room was glowing with warm light, and the incense from the room was faintly coming out from the gap.

It seemed serene and gentle, and the **** mess outside seemed to be two worlds.

He Weiwen shook his fingertips and finally opened the door.

The entrance was a huge round table. He ordered people to eat, and it looked like it had been eaten. Her phoenix crown was placed on the corner of the table, and the used chopsticks were placed on an empty bowl. The grapes on the fruit plate were all eaten. Not much oranges touched.

He Weiwen turned and closed the door lightly, turned his head to look inside the house carefully, lifted his feet to go, looked down at his clothes again, and took off his coat full of learning and threw it on the ground.

He also had a lot of blood on his hands. He walked to the table, washed it with a kettle, and wiped it directly on the tablecloth.

Looks like she is asleep.

The curtain was not put down, and the bright red bed could only see her black hair splashing forward, soft and black.

He Weiwen brought a little tenderness in her heart, her steps were light and solid, and she walked over to the bed and bent down to see her.

I really fell asleep, I did n’t wash the makeup on my face, I should have eaten and slept, and now a little face is a little messy.

He Weiwen raised her hand and touched her hair, bent down and kissed her face gently.

He slept soundly, and he didn't feel a bit like he got up.

He Weiwen sighed softly, leaned back and opened her arms to circle her, and kissed her forehead again.

Get up and blow out the candles in the house, pick up the clothes at the door and leave.

Go out and lower the voice to explain the guard, "Stop it."

Instead, I saw my uncle's sister-in-law, "Well, wait and see, queen lady?"

"I know, I know ..."

There was already a waiter who always followed his servant at the door. His tray was carrying his coat. He Weiwen changed his new coat and took the attendant to the Qianqing Palace. "Are the doctors here?"

"Here is the general." The attendant pursed his lips and said, "Your Majesty looks a little irritated, and now he is a little unstable."

He Weiwen stopped and fluttered his eyes.

A cold sweat brush emerged from the servant, kneeling directly, his knees squeaked on the ground, and "the general killed."

He Weiwen pulled the corner of his mouth and said nothing to raise his feet and left. The other attendants immediately followed, but this time everyone ignored his name.

When He Weiwen arrived, all the people were kneeling outside, the room door was closed, and the doctor was kneeling at the door. Inside was the sound of smashing things and the irritable roar.

The **** shouted General He screamed sharply, all those who were kneeling towards the room turned back, and various facial expressions were in place to give him a salute. Although General He was in his mouth, it felt exactly like shouting His Majesty.

The sound of smashing things in the room stopped, He Weiwen changed his light-colored coat, his temperament was as smooth as jade, and his **** smell made him like a lotus buddha coming out of hell.

"It's getting late, adults, please go back to rest first. The specific situation will discuss with you tomorrow morning."

Negotiation is really a kind word.

The court minister, who was kneeling on the ground, exited, and the doctors were still kneeling at the door waiting for He Weiwen to speak, and He Weiwen waved his hands to let them go back.

He pushed the door, it was locked and not pushed.

He Weiwen stepped back two steps. The attendant who was next to him directly lifted the sword and cut it.

The emperor in a wedding suit fell into a mess, he broke a lot of things, and his clothes were messy and cut.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up and saw He Weiwen coming from Wenrun. His expression on his face seemed to be happy and sad. Too many expressions flashed on his tender cheeks, and eventually tears fell down and he became faceless. expression.

"Why?" He asked He Weiwen, his voice hoarse.

The three princes and five princes attempted to usurp their lives and lived in Tian prison, this time while the emperor's wedding was about to take the opportunity to assassinate the emperor. The bandits on the outskirts of the Buddhist temple in Beijing suburbs intentionally established Wei Wen to pass by.

The three princes and the five princes were holding the fish dead net broken this time, and the palace guards were not ready. He Weiwen received the news and rushed back to rescue the driver in time. However, although the emperor had no worries about his life, he lost **** in the assassination.

Only a simple bandage was made, and now his hand was dripping with blood.

He Weiwen sighed, and the attendant carrying the ointment and gauze behind came forward, kneeling beside the emperor, "Your Majesty, the slave will bandage you."

"Your Majesty?" The young emperor asked sarcastically. Since ancient times, people with physical impairments have not been qualified to be emperors, not to mention such obvious parts, two fingers.

The attendant pulled his hand. He didn't resist, but just looked stubbornly to He Weiwen, "All this is what you planned, right? You want to be emperor, right?"

He Weiwen smiled and shook his head, sitting down in a chair on the side, "I used to think."

The emperor laughed and collapsed, "Sure enough! Haha! Proud to be a capable and loyal subject like General He ..." The emperor was already insane.

He Weiwen picked up the tea cup handed by the next man. The lid of the cup lifted and flicked the tea twice, and his voice was a little puzzled. "My minister is very curious. Your majesty thinks, why should he faithfully kill you?"

The young emperor conditionedly replied, "The king wants to die, and the minister has to die. It is natural for you to sell your life for you."

"Hey." He Weiwen took a couple of sips of tea and smiled. "His Majesty is right." He was sincere and full of words. The young emperor experienced too many blows today. Is it tears or some blood spilled, "He Weiwen! You chaotic thief, you must not die!"

The attendant helped him bandage his hands and stood up to congratulate Wei Wen on saluting and waited for instructions.

He Weiwen drank two more sips of tea, with a leisurely gesture. "Unscrupulous thief? If not, your majesty's body might be melted."

"You are here to usurp!" The emperor yelled, the scum on his hand grabbed it and threw it to He Weiwen. Regardless of his own hand, he already felt numb.

He Weiwen ducked his head, his eyes were cold, and his voice was always gentle. "Well, do you really want your old Qin family to become extinct?"

The emperor's body froze, and He Weiwen's gaze consciously or unintentionally glanced at his leg.

The emperor's emotional collapse was covered with coldness. It turned out that he had never doubted He Weiwen, but now, for the first time at the age of twelve, it is now two years. There are so many women in the palace, none of them are pregnant. It turned out that he was young. Now think about it, He Weiwen!

The emperor cracked his teeth and pinched a large piece of debris, trying to rush over and end with He Weiwen. But in the end, he did nothing, let go of the shards in his hands, and lowered his head. He can't die, Qin family, he wants to continue Qin family blood.

He Weiwen twitched the corner of his mouth and snorted softly.

He didn't raise this charisma character, if the emperor was a little bloody, at least he would still see him two points.

I really don't know how Xiandi raised his prince. From the first time he saw this emperor, it was a temper that would survive and live comfortably.

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If the king wants to die, the minister has to die?

Ah.

It also depends on whether that Jun can make me willing.

—— [Black Box]