The ministers of the DPRK have seen a lot of the world, and what they are best at is reading people's faces. They immediately reacted, and they all knelt down in unison and shouted, "Hail, Your Majesty!"
No matter how Hua Liuchen tried to show his face, the person kneeling below him was still his biological son. Since someone gave him a higher step, why not? He waved his hand and asked them to get up.
Dezhi straightened up, and Su Yiyi pulled Hua Qingyan to sit down respectfully. When she looked up, she saw him wearing a bright yellow robe looking at her, smiling slightly at her, and then raised his hand to signal to Le on the red stage.
The singers were playing music, and the singing was sultry all around.
It seems that this emperor may be a gold medal for him to avoid death.
Music sounded in the hall, and a group of dancers came in with graceful steps. In an instant, the hall was filled with singing and dancing.
"Ahem..." Hua Qingyan coughed lightly, stretched out her hand to hold a piece of golden cake for her, and said softly: "Madam, thank you so much for rescuing my husband."
Su Yiyi looked at the tempting pastry in the bowl and couldn't help but swallowed. However, he still took it out and threw it on the table with dignity, saying in a disdainful tone: "His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince may have misunderstood.
It’s not that I don’t have the best intentions to help you, I’m just afraid of being dragged down by you.”
She never glanced at Hua Qingyan when she was talking, and the clear words that struck his heart made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
Seeing her throwing away the vegetables he had picked up in disgust, Hua Qingyan felt a little uncomfortable, but she still picked up another Ruyi Roll and smiled gently at her, "Since I don't like golden cakes, let's try it."
This is it."
"Your Highness!" Su Yiyi picked up her chopsticks to stop him, and raised her head sharply. She met his eyes that were filled with intoxication, but she lost the obsession of the past and gained an indescribable addition.
unfamiliar.
His slightly purple pupils clearly reflected her expressionless look, and she couldn't help but sneer: "Your Highness, don't I, Su Yiyi, know what I like? Or are you worried, Your Highness, that I won't get what I like?
Something? I think, Your Highness, you may be worrying too much."
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of braised fish bone and put it in her mouth, "Whatever I like, I will get it. Unless..."
Speaking of this, she glanced at Hua Qingyan and sneered: "Unless I disdain it!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Hua Qingyan froze. How could he not know the meaning of her words?
Looking blankly at her provocative expression, and at the delicate pastries thrown on the table, a smile appeared on his face, with a hint of bitterness and loss.
Disdainful? Does she disdain herself now?
His heart twitched suddenly, his eyes were deep, Hua Qingyan, don't you love Mu Furong?
She, Su Yiyi, is indeed being used. Why do you care about her feelings?
Mu Hibiscus, only Mu Hibiscus has this qualification. Only she can influence your feelings.