Ming Lanruo looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Why can't it be that he is mine and I just want him because I like him?"
Shangguan Hongye's face turned extremely ugly for a moment: "He is just a lowly, dirty eunuch who climbed to a high position by betraying himself. Don't you know that he is the male favorite of the father? Are you involved with the male favorite of the father?
Together, we are doomed!"
Ming Lanruo said coldly: "Your Highness, don't say that he is not your father's favorite man, even if he is, I still like him!"
She narrowed her eyes and looked at Shangguan Hongye: "Also, what do you want, your highness? Do you want to report me to your majesty for seducing the governor and have your majesty kill me? After all, the prince has been abolished, and you don't need me anymore!"
Her cold words pierced Shangguan Hongye's heart.
This is almost a break-up.
Shangguan Hongye was so angry that his face turned livid, and he looked at her with gritted teeth: "In your eyes, am I the kind of person who burns bridges by crossing rivers?"
"Aren't you?" Ming Lanruo looked at him and tugged at the corners of her lips.
At least, you really tore me apart in my last life.
As for this life, I'm not interested in knowing whether you are.
Shangguan Hongye took a deep breath, clenched his white fists, and said coldly——
"Ming Lanruo, please be sober and think clearly before you speak. Once the emperor and the courtier, Cang Qiao cannot protect you for the rest of your life. If I promise to make you the crown prince, I will do what I say!"
After that, he walked away.
Looking at the blazing sun, Ming Lanruo gently shook the folding fan in his hand and whispered: "It's already November and it's the beginning of winter, but it's still so hot. It's so poisonous. No wonder there was Hou Yi in ancient times.
Shoot the sun."
After she came back from rebirth, the celestial phenomena of this dynasty were different from those in the previous life. It was particularly strange - long cold winters and hot and scorching summers, which caused the entire harvest to be much worse.
The tragic situation of the people affected by the heavy snowfall in Northeast Xinjiang is still vivid in our minds. Now that the floods are coming again, Cang Qiao cannot leave the palace. She spends every day in the palace to criticize people and deal with reports from various places.
Unfortunately, His Majesty the Emperor does not care about anything except raising money to subsidize his own private treasury and keeping an eye on anyone who rebels.
The emperor of this dynasty is really as poisonous as the sun in the sky right now, which is really upsetting.
"Chen Ning, your father, it will be the day after tomorrow. Are you ready for the Beginning of Winter Ceremony?" She suddenly said quietly.
"Yes, Miss." Chen Ning nodded.
Ming Lanruo took a bag of fish food and threw it into the pond: "After the next court meeting, many dangerous things will happen. My safety must be entrusted to you."
"Yes!" Chen Ning clasped his fists respectfully and kneeled on the ground.
...
The night was deep, and the lights in the side hall of Qiankun Hall were swaying.
"Master, the bird's nest stewed with snow pear is here." He and his father-in-law brought a bowl of bird's nest to Cang Qiao's desk and put it down.
Cang Qiao rubbed his eyebrows tiredly: "What time is it?"
"It's already three o'clock." He Gongzheng said.
He brought the bird's nest over and as soon as he took a bite, he frowned: "Why doesn't it have any sweetness?"
As he said that, his boss threw the bowl in his hand on the table with a clang in displeasure: "You guys have become more and more careless in doing things lately, and the food is also very bland!"
If the bowl were not made of silver, it would probably break in half.
He and his father-in-law remained motionless, saying only——
"This is what I've told you. It's too late and I can't let you eat sweets. You should eat less sweets and your meals should be light. Otherwise, you'll get thirsty easily as you get older. You need to keep in good health."
The master has a hobby that is particularly inconsistent with his temperament - he likes desserts.
Cang Qiao's handsome face darkened: "I'm old. I'm old. I'm only three years old...how can I be old! Go get me some snacks!" This chapter has been completed!
