Lin Xuan's forehead was on the ground, and only one eye could see clearly. The other eye was pitch black, as terrifying as a black hole.

"Go back to the Queen Mother. I know your mistake."

The Queen Mother glanced at her indifferently. It was not until the Prime Minister Xihe entered the palace that the Queen Mother's expression became kind and returned to the peaceful look in the eyes of outsiders.

Lin Xuan laughed mockingly in her heart, no one in the palace was more ruthless than she imagined.

After the Queen Mother greeted the Prime Minister, she glanced at Lin Xuan, who was still there, and said in a cold voice: "Still not going out?"

Lin Xuan quickly got up from the ground and whispered: "Yes."

*

Yan Chou came to Chengming Hall without saying a word, and his sudden temper did not cause any trouble to Xie Shizhu beside him.

Xie Shizhu was sitting in the hall, holding a book he found at random.

Fuyun stood beside Yan Chou, working hard and grinding without complaint.

Yan Chou lowered his head and stared at the memorial, still staying on one page after a long while.

It was extremely quiet inside the temple, and even the sound of burning sandalwood could be heard clearly.

Fuyun was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe.

Yan Qiu slammed the memorial to the ground, and the banging sound broke the dead silence.

Xie Shizhu subconsciously looked up at him, with some confusion in his eyes.

Yan Qiu said in a tone that was not offensive: "Queen, come here and grind it."

Fuyun knew that he had nothing to do, so he hurriedly put down the grinder in his hand, walked backwards and left the palace.

Xie Shizhu frowned slightly: "I can't."

Yan Qiu's eyes flashed with interest, his thin lips curled up slightly, and the words he said were too explicit: "I can teach you if you don't know. When it comes to sex, I can also teach you that practice makes perfect."

Xie Shizhu: "..."

The system couldn't help it and snickered in Xie Shizhu's consciousness.

Yan Qiu quietly admired Xie Shizhu's gradually blushing face, tapping his fingers on the table rhythmically, staring at her with his deep eyes motionless.

Xie Shizhu braced himself, stood up from the chair, and slowly came to his side.

Yan Qiu saw that she was holding the pestle and mortar with her right hand, and then put his big palm on the back of her hand. The cold body temperature made Xie Shizhu subconsciously want to avoid it, but Yan Qiu took a step ahead of her and held her wrist tightly.

Then, drive her to grind slowly.

Yan Chou lowered his eyes and stared at the back of her white hand, with obvious joints and some clear blood vessels.

For some reason, Yan Qiu's mouth was dry and his throat was tight.

Liu Nian came in from outside and replaced the burned out sandalwood with new ones. Only then did Yan Qiu let go of his hand.

Xie Shizhu felt relieved. Just now she could clearly feel the temperature of Yan Qiu's palm, from cold to hot.

After spending time in the palace, Yan Chou frowned slightly and looked at Xie Shizhu, "Go back to Jin'an Palace and wait for me."

When Xie Shizhu heard this, he put down the pestle and mortar, picked up the skirt that was mopping the floor, and hurriedly escaped from Chengming Hall.

Yan Chou closed his eyelids slightly and looked at her back as she almost fled, a mockery of himself flashed in his eyes.

Liu Nian knelt on the ground and whispered: "Your Majesty, the Minister of Civil Affairs is dead."

Yan Chou picked up the memorial again and said "hmm" casually.

After Liu Nian finished his report, he exited Chengming Hall.

Yan Chou was the only one left in the entire hall. He just wanted to finish approving the memorial quickly and go to Jin'an Hall. After all, Xie Shizhu had already relented, so he had to work harder to get Xie Shizhu pregnant with his child as soon as possible.

In this way, he can also hold her firmly.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and only a few memorials are left in the mountain of memorials.

Yan Chou looked tired, and pinched the center of his brow with his fingertips. Suddenly, his whole body felt strange, his chest felt hot, and his fingers holding a corner of the memorial trembled slightly.

He took a deep breath, pushed away the memorial in front of the case, and took a sip of herbal tea, trying to suppress the strange feeling, but it had no effect at all.

Yan Chou frowned, stood up slowly, and walked out of the hall.

The weather has been extremely hot, and even the wind that howls by at night carries a bit of heat.

Yan Qiu felt a little dazed for a moment, his vision became blurry, his whole body was so hot that he was sweating, and his breath was also hot.

His thin eyelids twitched several times, and Yan Chou returned to the palace. A trace of evil flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to realize something in his heart.

Yan Chou walked to the bed and just untied her robe to take a bath when a pair of weak hands wrapped around her waist from behind. The woman's voice was somewhat familiar and she whispered: "Your Majesty, I am here to change your clothes and take a bath."

He turned around. Because someone had drugged her with something psychedelic, the face of the woman in front of him was very blurry, but judging from her body shape, she seemed to be Xie Shizhu.

Even her voice is very similar to hers.

"Your Majesty?" With a smile on her lips, the woman deliberately pinched her throat and imitated Xie Shizhu's voice, saying softly, "Why are you sweating so much? I'll help you..."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to untie Yan Qiu's loose robe, and put her weak hands on his waist.

Suddenly, the woman's smiling face turned pale, and her hand touched something stiff and extremely cold.

Before she could react, Yan Qiu forced his consciousness, with a bloodthirsty sneer on his lips, and then quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist. In the woman's shocked eyes, he inserted the silvery dagger straight into her eyes.

her neck.

Hearing a squeaking sound, the woman opened her eyes wide and slipped to the ground.

Yan Chou pulled out the dagger, and his knuckled hands were stained with bright red blood. The moonlight filtered through the window lattice and fell on the ground. A strange and terrifying atmosphere lingered in the palace.

"Fuyun..." Yan Chou dropped the dagger and held onto Long's collapsed bedpost with one hand, his voice weaker than before.

Fuyun broke in from outside the palace, and as soon as he stepped in, he was frightened by the scene in front of him and gasped.

The emperor's brocade robes fell to the ground, and the woman with her eyes open was also lying on the ground. Dark red blood gushed out from her neck crazily, dyeing the emperor's robes red.

His formerly beautiful face was now as pale as paper, and his narrow auspicious eyes shone with a cold light.

The turbulent moonlight poured in, elongating Yan Chou's figure in the palace, and the smell of rusty blood filled the surroundings.

Fuyun was stunned for a moment, then hurried to Yan Chou's side. He immediately noticed that something was wrong with the emperor. He swallowed, "Your Majesty, what happened?"

Yan Chou's deep eyes radiated danger like an abyss, and he lowered his voice and said, "Go to Jin'an Palace."

Fuyun was stunned: "Your Majesty, I'd better teach you the imperial doctor."

Yan Qiu stared at him. Although he was suffering from the pain of hallucination, he was still calm and calm.

Fuyun had to obey: "Yes."

Before Fuyun left Chengming Hall, he glanced at the ground and found that the dead woman looked familiar. It was only after he left the hall that he remembered who the woman was.

This is the prime minister's legitimate daughter.

Fuyun had one head and two heads, and instantly understood the reason.
Chapter completed!