Author: Shi Meng Qiu Shui Qing

"Baby, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Dongwan shook Su Wanqiu worriedly, and Su Wanqiu came back to his senses and shook his head slightly at her.

"It's okay, it's just that there was too much wind at night and I have a bit of a headache."

"That's not possible. I'm going to make ginger soup for you! What if you catch a cold?"

Jiang Dongwan immediately got out of bed and prepared to make ginger soup, but Su Wanqiu took his hand.

"It's okay, just take a nap and you'll be fine~"

Su Wanqiu's heart warmed slightly, and her usually cold cheeks now looked a little shy, which made Jiang Dongwan's heart move slightly.

"Baby, have you met a dog man?"

Su Wanqiu bit her red lips and didn't react, but Jiang Dongwan could tell that she had encountered Mu Zhichao.

In fact, Su Wanqiu had been thinking about Mu Zhichao's last words. At that time, he stretched out his hand to take her into his arms and whispered softly in her ear.

"I will get to know you, understand you, and finally wait until you can accept me!"

"I'm willing to wait for how many years!"

Su Wanqiu didn't know how she escaped. In short, she buried herself under the quilt after she came back, with these words echoing in her ears.

Jiang Dongwan folded her arms, picked up the mask and applied it, but she didn't let it go.

"I thought you had gone somewhere today, but it turns out you were on a date with a doggy man!"

"No!"

Su Wanqiu bit her inner lip slightly and told her what happened today.

After hearing about Black Shark, Jiang Dongwan's hands paused and her peach blossom eyes sunk slightly.

"Shenshan Hall, I have never heard of this organization before, and now I am a little curious, why does this organization want to go against us?"

Su Wanqiu didn't quite understand, but she vaguely felt that this matter was related to herself, or to King Qinghuang.

"Don't think about it, how could it still be related to you after more than a thousand years?"

Jiang Dongwan comforted her, but turned her back and her slightly pursed red lips covered it up just right.

She is a little doubtful about this matter now. Lin Qingqing's case proves that some obsessions can always persist for thousands of years and refuse to go away.

But she will not tell Su Wanqiu, she believes that she can also protect Su Wanqiu.

"Okay, go to bed, don't you have to go to school tomorrow?"

Jiang Dongwan pushed her to sleep, and Su Wanqiu stopped thinking about it and fell asleep soundly.

It's just that at night, some people always have a hard time.

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"Your Majesty, Mr. Fu has gained a great reputation in Taixue. I heard that the Imperial Master Qingchenzi thinks highly of him and your Majesty recommends him to serve in the court!"

Su Wanqiu squeezed out a slit in her eyes and saw Qingmei, dressed as a maid in blue, kneeling beside her, pouring tea.

Mr. Fu? Mr. Qingchen?

Su Wanqiu rubbed his eyebrows and felt that these two names were extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember who they were.

"If he wants to be an official, he can do it. Why should I worry about it?"

Su Wanqiu took a sip of tea and felt that the spring day was infinitely beautiful, so why bother with mundane things.

However, Qingmei was in disbelief, and her face instantly turned red with embarrassment.

"Your Majesty, when you forced Young Master Fu to warm the bed, he was the only man who walked out of His Majesty's boudoir. Did Your Majesty really let him go?"

Su Wanqiu immediately froze and thought hard for a long time without recalling this incident.

When did a man come in and out of her room?

"Qingmei, please stop talking nonsense. When did a man come in and out of my king's room? Others don't know about me, and you don't know either?"

Su Wanqiu was still majestic, and Qingmei immediately shut her mouth.

Others rumored that King Qinghuang had three thousand faces and countless ministers in skirts, but only people in the palace knew that those so-called ministers in skirts and skirts were just personal guards of Nihuang Guards.

The prince's ambition was never in the temple of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, but in the peace of the world.

A flash of obsession flashed across Qingmei, she would give anything for the prince!

"Qingmei, the wind is blowing!"

Su Wanqiu didn't seem to notice this scene, and looked at the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

Before I knew it, autumn had already arrived.

"Your Majesty..."

"Fufengzhu, Mr. Fu is here!"

Huangmen's sharp shouts disturbed the scene. Su Wanqiu's gentle face gradually turned cold, and he left the main hall and returned to the study.

What imperial edict, what Fufengzhu?

If she didn't like it, who in the Northern Zhou Dynasty would dare to disobey her?

What's more, he is a shameless person who uses his reputation to climb up!

Fufengzhu, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked like a young master in troubled times, hurriedly opened the door, but there was no woman in the main hall who liked to sleep on her side.

He paused and immediately rushed to the study. He knew that she would definitely be in the study!

But when he walked to the window, he couldn't move.

He remembered the woman saying coldly to him when he left the house not long ago.

"I will exchange my pure name for your lifetime glory and wealth. You go to find your wealth. From today on, you and I will be strangers!"

From that day on, the woman never saw him again. Even though he became famous in the capital, even though he was summoned by the emperor, she never saw him again.

He held the jade in his hand tightly and made up his mind to explain his feelings to her.

But the next second, his eyes fell on a painting in front of the desk.

The painting was her handwriting, and he recognized it at a glance.

But there is a man in the painting, a handsome and noble son, an unparalleled son in the world.

Jealousy ignited in his heart. He had never been so jealous before.

Because the man in the painting is not him, let alone anyone in this capital!
Chapter completed!