Author: Bright Moon and Drizzle

As the sun sets, the cloud-filled sky turns red, and the clouds quietly leave with fishtail-like arcs.

For some reason, Ji Shaoyu became a little more familiar with him after that day.

"Your Majesty." The girl walked in with a troubled look on her face.

Wen Renjing raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at her appearance and said, "What's the matter with the saint?"

The music bowed and a soft voice sounded.

"I came to see Your Majesty today. I have something to ask of you." She said vaguely.

She looked at the man with eyes full of eyes and frowned, "But the prince did not entertain you well?"

Wen Renjing knew what Wen Ren Yan was planning without even thinking, and actually recommended Wen Ren Qin to accompany the saint.

The reputation is good because no one knows better about eating, drinking and having fun in Tianqi City, but it is not that easy to win the favor of the Saint.

Qu Yimian shook his wrist, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes.

He raised his head and said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is very considerate, but I have been going to Ziyuan for the past few days. I heard that the Imperial Master went elsewhere a few days ago. I would like to ask Your Majesty, when will the Imperial Master come back?"

Gone?

Wen Renjing looked confused, but had she seen him last night?

She smiled slightly, lowered her voice and said: "The saint should not work hard on the national teacher."

Looking at her confused face, he continued to talk nonsense, "The Imperial Master is so old and has not yet married a wife. He doesn't even have a woman around him. Maybe there is something wrong with him in that regard."

Qu Yimian opened his eyes wide, even though he heard that the emperor was a bit lewd.

But actually saying this in front of a woman like her, her face turned red all of a sudden.

"Your Majesty, do you know the Imperial Master well?" she asked cautiously.

"Yes." Wen Renjing turned around, her dark robes fluttering slightly, and her handsome face showed a bit of pride.

"The relationship between me and the Imperial Master, I think the saint knows it without thinking. I like this kind of man the most."

His eyes moved slightly, his eyebrows raised, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Qu Yimian's heart trembled slightly. It was ridiculous enough to hear that there was a male favorite in the harem these days.

Could it be that there is some ulterior affair between the emperor and the imperial advisor?

The cup in his hand was not held firmly and fell on the dress, and the purple dress was half wet in an instant.

"Saint, be careful." Wen Renjing pulled out a handkerchief and tried to step forward, but was dodged.

It's a bit awkward to keep your hands in mid-air.

Wouldn’t it scare people? But I agreed to the imperial master’s request!

"No need, Your Majesty, Yi Mian goes back and changes into clothes." She looked flustered and took a step back.

After saluting, he quickly left Yunlan Hall.

"How come I don't know about the relationship between Your Majesty and me?"

A cold, low voice sounded.

Wen Renjing turned around stiffly, and she didn't know when this guy actually appeared on her vagina.

Wearing a jade-colored silk robe with cloud patterns all over it, her slender hands clearly rested on her copybook, and her brows stretched out.

She stepped forward with a sneer, "When did the imperial master come, why didn't anyone inform me? It's really rude."

"When you were talking about me just now." His eyes were gentle and his expression was dark.

The warm and magnetic voice lingered in her ears.

Wen Renjing covered her face, damn it! She knew everything she should know and shouldn't know!

His long, slender hands took away the white wrist that was covering her face, her eyebrows rose, and the corners of her mouth also rose.

He said with thin lips, "I didn't know that Your Majesty loves me so much."

"Listen to my quibbles." She blurted out and changed the topic, "That's not what happened. In fact, I am helping you! Helping you escape from the clutches of the saint."

Yes, that’s right!

She nodded very seriously.

"There is something unusual happening in Beicheng. Please accompany me." A cold voice sounded.

Looking into his eyes, she nodded mysteriously.

Qu Yimian glanced at Yunlan Palace with a complicated expression, wondering if the emperor had done this on purpose and wanted her to retreat in spite of the difficulties!

"Your Highness the Saint."

At the corner, Wen Renqin came over with an entourage.

When he arrived, he still had a smile on his face and said: "Her Royal Highness is indeed here, making it easy for me to find her."

"Looking for me?" she asked in confusion.

"It has been many days since the Holy Maiden came to the Apocalypse, but I have not taken Your Highness out of the palace yet. It is already summer and the lotus flowers on the lakeside of the siege city are already in bloom. Let's go out of the palace and visit the lake today."

Sensing her depressed look, he continued: "Is the saint sick?"

His fingers wanted to touch forward, but Qu Yimian ducked slightly.

She smiled and said: "Okay, then Yi Mian will go back to the palace to change clothes."

He watched her leave with a smile in his eyes, and then entered the darkness of the back garden.

A delicate voice sounded, "His Royal Highness is not afraid that His Majesty will find out and give you the death penalty."

The woman's delicate body leaned in his arms, looking directly at him with her charming eyes.

Wen Renqin slapped her soft part, hugged her tightly, and smelled the fragrance of her body.

After a while, he said: "I'm so afraid. Sister Qian Qiong is so beautiful and the emperor is so cold. Why don't you let me pamper you?"

She pretended to push her away and said with a little pout: "Last time I said I liked her, but it's been a long time since I've seen her."

"Good Qianqiong, didn't you say that you are busy with something big? After I finish this big thing, how about I make you a concubine?"

He gently caressed her face, and his eyes saw another person through her.

"Female concubine?" She raised her eyebrows and looked at Wen Renqin.

He pulled his hand back, turned around and said slowly: "Just a concubine."

Her fingers wrapped around his belt, her eyes moved slightly, and the corners of her mouth raised as she said, "If I can help His Highness, may Your Highness allow me to take the back seat."

She knew that Wen Renqin and his son had evil intentions. This world had deviated too much from the previous life, and she did not dare to act rashly.

If he can succeed now, then sooner or later she, Shen Qianqiong, will be able to trample Shen Qianran under her feet.

"Oh?" Wen Renqin looked at him with some scrutiny.

I just wanted to have fun, but I didn't expect this woman to be very ambitious.

But his successor can only be his favorite Shen Qianran. Only she who is holy and flawless is worthy of being the queen of this country.

"There will be changes in Beichen today and tomorrow. The refugees who were defeated in Southern Xia will come to seek refuge in Tianqi, but they will also bring monsters and beasts, hurting innocent people."

The corners of her mouth raised and she said slowly: "Whether Your Highness believes it or not will be decided later."

After that, he pulled out the belt from his fingers and slowly left the back garden.

"Your Highness, the saint has returned." A follower from a distance stepped forward and shouted.

The distant sound of the carriage was accompanied by the clear ringing of bells, leaving a few yellow traces where it ran over.

With Wen Renqin's help, Qu Yimian got out of the carriage and looked at a field of lotus flowers blooming as brightly as fire, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"What does the saint think of the scenery?"

Qu Yimian shook his head in a low voice, "Your Highness, it's better to call me Yimian outside."

He nodded slightly, "Yimian please go first."
Chapter completed!