Without the strength, she couldn't get up. She still knew that her body was very fragile and delicate, and she could not lift her shoulders or her hands.

But this is the first time that I am like a fucking spring, and I don’t even have the strength to get up.

"Didn't you ask anyone to sleep last night?"

At this time, a cold and thin voice asked.

Zhou Yanqing raised her head in a daze, her eyes filled with black fog were full of mist.

The man was in the wind, still wearing a green and fanged grimace mask.

In this deep palace where everything is silent, it is like the underworld Shura, like the King of Hell, and like the impermanence of black and white, which reminds people of those cruel horns related to death.

She pursed her lips and didn't speak.

Qinggui sat next to the woodcut screen in the clouds and misty mountains. He glanced at Zhou Yanqing, and then ordered lightly: "Get things."

What?

Zhou Yanqing was confused, but he looked grim and cold on the surface and focused on the Qing Gui with all his attention.

In a moment, a man in black wore a black iron mask and brought a tray of red sandalwood.

"Your Majesty, please turn the sign."

Flip the sign and serve the bed?

Finally, he understood, and Zhou Yanqing felt ridiculous: "What are you going through? I..."

Before the words of refusing to sarcasm were fully expressed, Qinggui opened a sign, and then he cried out the sign back into the pallet.

The man in black lowered his head and looked at it: "Cen Pingjun?"

Then he bowed and stepped back.

Zhou Yanqing clenched her fingertips and lay weakly on the dragon bed. If she hadn't had the strength of being weak, she might have pounced on her and bit the green ghost in her green color to death.

"Why do you make the decision for me?!"

Behind the green-faced and fanged grimace mask, Qinggui's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, "Are you dissatisfied?"

Is this a question?

My dissatisfaction is written on my face!

The green ghost stood up calmly.

"Ten years are the tenth year. During your term of office, you must live. When your term of office is over, what does your life and death have to do with me?"

He left these words coldly, and a little bit his toes, and a gust of breeze, drifting out of Zichen Palace like a ghost.

Zhou Yanqing was dizzy and she lay back on the dragon bed, as if she was exhausted.

Death, alive?

Is the little emperor's weakness related to sleeping...?

You can roughly understand the attitude of the Qinggui.

The person's "protection" for her has nothing to do with his own preferences, but only comes from an agreement, and comes from that "ten-year period".

She pressed her eyebrows and felt like these things were messy. When she turned around, she still had to ask someone to ask.

...

Yesterday, Cen Pingjun was shot by Li Quanfu and went to the Chongxiao Palace of the fool Liang Guijun, and was sentenced to the emperor for this matter. He was originally going to be in jail for three months, but he did not know that unexpected surprises came from heaven.

So soon after, two little eunuchs were seen carrying a charming man. The man's long hair was as loose as a waterfall, and was rolled up with a silk satin brocade quilt and sent to the emperor's bedroom.

"Emperor~~~"

Cen Pingjun looked charming, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he had a charming little wavy line, his eyes were filled with affection, like water and spring.

He broke away from the brocade quilt that wrapped him, and was wearing a tulle-like dress. The clothes were very transparent, and even the color of the flesh inside could be seen faintly.

Zhou Yanqing choked up.

Like a fairy in the night, Cen Pingjun came over charmingly.

Zhou Yanqing's face turned a little blue.

I am the eldest daughter of the yellow flower!!

"Pingjun, respect yourself!"
Chapter completed!