Hua Yuqiong looked at Jiye's slightly furrowed brows and tightly closed eyes, then at the straight bridge of his nose and the thin lips that were pursed as if they were sharpened by a knife.
Oh my God...
How can people in this world look like this?
It's as perfect as the indestructible god walking out of the painting.
Hua Yuqiong looked at Jiye in trance. Suddenly her eyes flashed and she fell on the bed.
"..."
Hua Yuqiong frowned, the anger in his heart surged up, and he kicked Ji Ye who was holding him with restless hands.
Unexpectedly, her kick not only missed him, but was also clamped firmly by Jiye's long legs.
"It's really going crazy!"
Hua Yuqiong's brows were filled with annoyance, and she reached out again to break Jiye's hand from her waist.
But she didn't know what was going on, but she couldn't lift those two big hands even though she tried her best to hold him up.
Hua Yuqiong struggled until she was unable to do anything, and looked up helplessly.
"I really owe you."
Jiye put his chin on her head and raised his thin lips slightly in an evil manner. The faint fragrance of her hair lingered on the tip of his nose, and he hugged the person in his arms a little tighter.
Hua Yuqiong's face was forced to press against the warm chest, her angry eyes suddenly paused, and she secretly glanced at Jiye's slightly open skirt, her wheat-colored skin looming.
She pursed her lips lightly, with a grimace on her face.
Oh my god...
This is too easy for people to imagine!
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The rain was pouring down, and none of the news I received one after another made anyone happy.
After the ordeal last night, the cruel methods of the young master of Zhenguo Palace shocked the entire capital, and even exposed the hypocrisy of He Qingyu and Zhai Luoxuan, who had gained a good reputation over the past decade.
Immediately afterwards, the prime minister and his son were both killed. The original false emperor was actually impersonated by the former prime minister, and the real Yonggao Emperor was imprisoned for many years. This news once again shocked everyone.
Subsequently, His Royal Highness King Yi, who had been hiding for many years, was not only not a waste, but was also attacked by Xu Zongcheng's orphans, that is, the princes and princesses in the palace. He immediately ordered that all the princes, princesses and concubines in the harem be imprisoned.
While the palace sent people to provide disaster relief, they also ordered people to temporarily detain the remnants and their families who had secretly colluded with Xu Zongcheng in his mansion to prevent them from escaping.
These successive pieces of news constantly refreshed the minds of people in Kyoto, and the heavy rain that had been falling for nearly a day and night gradually began to lighten up.
All of this seems to indicate the earth-shaking changes that are coming to Dongchao.
The real emperor now did not know whether he was alive or dead, and the remaining civil and military officials who had been laid off had nowhere to go with their memorials. They all looked worried at the news in their hands, and immediately sent people to deliver all the memorials to Prince Yi's Mansion.
"Your Highness, another batch of memorials has been sent to the palace, and my subordinates brought them here."
Han Zeng and Li Yuan walked in from outside, took out a pile of memorials and placed them on the desk in front of Zhai Zilan.
Zhai Zilan raised an eyebrow, took out half of it and pushed it to Cheng Yuqi aside.
"I'm going crazy!"
Looking at these memorials, Cheng Yuqi, who had been sitting for nearly a day, felt pain in his head. He put the pen in his hand on the pen rest. He simply closed his eyes, covered his ears with his hands and lay back.
"Don't give it to me, I can't see anything, I don't know anything, I can't write anything."
Han Zeng glanced at Cheng Yuqi, twitched the corner of his mouth, and turned to look at his Highness. This chapter has been completed!