Chapter 351 Where to Cause Dust

Chapter 351 [Where to Cause Dust]

"What did you say? Let me see the flowers and willows?" It's not bad to describe Jing Li as stunned. At this time, she was looking at Zhou Zhichao with a puzzled face. She originally came at the appointment. She heard that Zhou Zhichao had dealt with Wan Qing. She was happy, but she didn't expect to encounter such a thing again.

Zhou Zhichao didn't pay attention to Jing Li's hairy expression. He said indifferently, "Shouldn't the emperor meet him? For a long time, if you are alone, you should also miss the emperor. He said to Wan Qing that he wants to see the emperor in three days. Maybe this separation may be from the end of the world and will never meet each other.

Hearing Zhou Zhichao say this, Jing Li's heart softened again. Yes! It's been a long time. It's been a long time since Jing Li rarely thought of such a person. It turned out that lovers and people who don't love someone are so hurtful. She couldn't help nodding faintly, which was regarded as responding to Zhou Zhichao's words, but she suddenly lost her mood to spend the night here.

stood up and sighed, "If you really want to see it, then see it. The day after tomorrow, I will have a banquet in the imperial garden, and then let him come. It's getting late. Go to bed early and I'll go back to the palace."

"Your Majesty..." As a person like Zhou Zhichao, he couldn't calm down at this time. He hurriedly stepped forward and thought that he was going to leave Jing Li. When Jing Li turned around, he suddenly didn't know how to open his mouth. He had to watch Jing Li pause and leave. He knew her heart. He must be sad, so he didn't say anything to stay.

The beauty of the night is not appreciated by people who are not in the mood. This sentence is sometimes really right. In the face of the beautiful scenery under the night, Jing Li suddenly has no interest. It's just that when she was bored and didn't know what to do, suddenly a figure flashed and a knife appeared in front of her.

Generally, he will not appear at will without being summoned, so Jing Li also looked at him slightly stunned. He may not be used to his sudden appearance. He said a little embarrassedly, "Well, your Majesty, Weichen is in a bad mood when he sees that the emperor is in a bad mood, so he wants to talk with the emperor."

After hearing this, Jing Li smiled and reached out to hold a knife's hand and came to the pavilion. Since that day, a knife spent the night in the emperor's bedroom, in fact, many people have acquiesced to their relationship. Even Jing Li himself regarded a knife as his own man in his heart. It is estimated that he knows this, so he He did not refuse Jing Li to hold his hand.

Sitting in the pavilion, Jing Li was a little sad. She looked at the knife and didn't say anything. The knife was supposed to make her happy, but suddenly he didn't know what to say, but he couldn't bear to look at her extremely lost little face and had to say, "Your Majesty, I'm just going to see the playboy. Is it so entangled?"

"In fact, I'm not so entangled... It's just that the person I haven't seen for a long time is suddenly about to meet. I always have an indescribable feeling in my heart." Speaking of this, Jing Li suddenly stopped, frowned and said coldly, "Hey, you're good. I don't even have a secret in front of you."

"Sometimes, isn't it good to have someone to guard it?" Somehow, the always silent knife actually said such a sentence. Jing Li's face was slightly stunned, and then looked at him quietly. The eyes were too quiet, which made the knife a little nervous. He half lowered his head and whispered dissatisfiedly, "Your Majesty, what are you looking at?"

"I'm just thinking, you've seen so many things you shouldn't see, why don't you have long needle eyes?" Saying this, Jing Li still looked very distressed. His face was stunned. For a moment, he didn't understand what Jing Li said, but when he saw Jing Li's sudden bad eyes, he understood in an instant.

There is an awkward red on his face. Although... Sometimes he really peeked at it, but that taste is really not good. But how can he admit such a thing? He looked away from his face, suppressed the wild jump in his heart, and diverted his attention and said, "Your Majesty, why don't you let Weichen dance for you!"

"Dancing? Just you?" Jing Li looked at him in a disbelien look, thinking about the calm figure dancing under the moon. Why was she uncomfortable all over? However, she really wanted to see what it looked like when she danced with a knife. She nodded and said, "Okay, let's start."

The narrow smile in Jing Li's eyes made a knife's face more red. He jumped and didn't know how to draw his sword. He jumped to a lake not far from the pavilion and danced. His body was slender and tall, but it was extremely light. In this way, he stood in the lake and did not fall, but stepped on it gently. The water dances, and the sword becomes a shadow.

From the time when he said he wanted to dance, Jing Li was psychologically prepared. He felt that it must be terrible, but he didn't expect it to be so unreal to be beautiful. Strictly speaking, he didn't dance. He should be called a sword dance. His flexible body was full of charm under the moonlight. That mask added to his mystery.

Although he did not show his face, there was never a moment when Jing Li remembered his face so clearly and his enchantingness at this time. It was enchanting, like a male demon in the lake. Jing Li unconsciously stood up, walked out of the pavilion slowly, looked at him without blinking, and walked all the way to the lake.

She can feel the coolness of the lake and the feeling of his sword wind on her face. Whenever an emperor is most afraid of others dancing swords beside her, but Jing Li loves this feeling at this moment. It is a kind of potential trust, yes! Trust.

Invisibly, perhaps the person she trusts most in her heart is a knife. This man who has always been behind her. At this moment, Jing Li has a very fanatical feeling about him. I don't know why Jing Li actually walked to the lake step by step. The lake is not deep and the bottom is visible. It is just used to whitewash the scenery. That's all.

A single knife did not stop Jing Li's action, but I don't know when he started. His dancing stopped and his body fell in front of Jing Li. At this moment, Jing Li admitted from the bottom of his heart that she fell, yes! She was **.

She stretched out her hand, came to the back of his head, and found the tape. Her fingers hooked, and the mask fell off. Jing Li didn't want to care about these. She stepped forward, hooked a knife's neck, and then put her feet on her lips. When the lips were close to each other, both of them stopped.

A knife is not as experienced as Jing Li. He just subconsciously hugged Jing Li, as if to rub her into his own body. Jing Li kissed him more enthusiastically, from his lips to his chest, almost never let go, and he didn't know. When did the two people's clothes fade, and the black and white bodies under the moon were so enchanting.

"One knife, why don't we go up?" Jing Li and Yi Dao were untidy, but she wanted to stop this kind of out-of-control scene. How to say, although it was very romantic in the water, she was still a little uneasy after all. It was autumn, and the cool lake water and cold wind were added. I'm afraid they couldn't stand it.

But a knife gagged her mouth with a kiss. His big hand clumsily and eagerly groped for her body. Soon the depressing flame of Jing Li's body was stirred up. She seemed to have forgotten that she just wanted to stop all this. Desire led to everything, and the two of them could no longer care much.

One knife is a martial arts person, and the action is wild! Jing Li, who was originally active, was forced to turn into passive. She could only cling to him tightly and bear his more and more violent movements.

It's just that after this night, Jing Li regretted it, because the result was too cold...

"Sneeze... Er..." A sneeze with a thick nasal sound came from the room, and immediately exchanged the whispered blame of several people. Zhou Zhichao was by her side, feeding her with medicine, while Mo Yan on the side was applying a needle for her and said helplessly, "Your Majesty, please be quiet for a while. Otherwise, my husband will hurt you. This needle is still on your body. If you really touch it, it will hurt.

"I also want to, but... I can't help it." Jing Li knew that he was wrong, and his voice was naturally getting smaller and smaller. Mo Yan shook his head and sighed helplessly, and took a few more shots. This time, the wind and cold was fierce, which made Jing Lijue's whole person very weak, and I don't know how many times she bit her teeth and scolded him in her heart.

"Come on, take a sip!" Zhou Zhichao gently wiped the medicinal juice from the corners of Jing Li's mouth with a silk scarf and coaxed her with that gentle voice that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. For Jing Li, who was now sick, the sound was quite hypnotic. She opened her heavy eyelids and waved her hand casually and said, "No, I have drunk a bowl."

"You have to drink this medicine until you sweat. You need at least three bowls." Zhou Zhichao didn't pay attention to her expression of begging for mercy. He still filled the medicine and handed it to her mouth. Jing Li sighed, got up and took a few more sips. Then she really couldn't stand it and closed her eyes. Her tiredness hit, and her headache made her a little unbearable.

Seeing her such a pitiful appearance, Zhou Zhichao couldn't bear to embarrass her. He just covered the quilt for her. He knew that he would take good care of her, so he got up and came to the courtyard. From a distance, he saw a knife standing in the window. He couldn't see the expression on his masked face, but in his eyes But it's hard to hide self-blame.

"Come here." Zhou Zhichao called for a knife in a low voice, but his face became heavier and heavier. His body was slightly stopped, but he still obediently walked to Zhou Zhichao's side. He looked at him and could almost guess what he was going to say next. Sure enough...

"The emperor spoiled you?" Zhou Zhichao's face was still calm, but his voice lost his usual gentleness. With a touch of melancholy, he lowered his eyes and lowered his eyes. He also nodded. Zhou Zhichao's eyes kept looking at him. Seeing him nod, he couldn't help saying, "Since the emperor has spoiled you, you will also be in this harem in the future. I'm a member of this palace. I'm the queen. I want to have something to teach you.

"Weichen knows his mistake, please punish the queen for a thousand years." He knelt on one knee. Although he could not see his look, there was also a strong self-reproach in his words. Zhou Zhichao did not let him get up, but said coldly, "The first thing is to be a concubine. Everything will be based on the emperor's body. The emperor's phoenix body is related to the people, not any palace concubine, so it is forbidden to hurt the emperor. Do you know that you will be favored in the case of the phoenix body?"

"Weichen knows!" Yidao grew up in the palace. How could he not know these regulations? But it was also very embarrassing to be mentioned by Zhou Zhichao at this time.

"The second article for the palace concubine is the safety of the emperor. The cold attack is one of them. As a guard, you can't be favored when there is no one to protect the emperor. Do you know?" Speaking of this, Zhou Zhichao's voice suddenly rose, and he didn't respond to his words, but he lowered his head so low.

"The third article for the palace concubine..." Zhou Zhichao originally wanted to say it, but he didn't know why. He suddenly sighed, and then said faintly, "In the future, try to be in the bedroom for this kind of thing. If it is seen by the maidservants, it will damage the reputation of the emperor. As long as you always remember, everything has the emperor's safety. The body and reputation are the main thing. Since you have been favored, the emperor is now sick and can't give you a seal. Then I will seal you for the sake of Shi Zhao now. When the emperor's illness is cured, whether it is a concubine or a noble concubine. Everything is up to the emperor.

"Weichen thanked the queen for the thousand-year-old gift, thousand-year-old thousand-old thousand-year-old!" Bend down and kowtow! He is respectful. He admires Zhou Zhichao. His dedication to His Royal Highness and the peace of other imperial concubines are the reasons for his respect and admiration. When Zhou Zhichao saw that he took the order, he came to him and reached out and stroked him, "In the future, we will all be a family. You will follow the emperor all day long, and the emperor will bother you more in the future."

"Weichen dare not!" Yi Dao immediately wanted to bend over to see the salute, but Zhou Zhichao grabbed his arm and said lightly, "In the future, you should act like a minister. You don't have to use a minister. The emperor is sick. Your original identity can't accompany you, but now you are also a servant. You can go in and accompany the emperor."

"Yes!" He looked at Zhou Zhichao gratefully, and then gave another courtesy. Then he walked to the room again. Zhou Zhichao did not look back at him, but looked at the faint white clouds in the sky, but his heart was sore. Being this queen... Is it really the biggest dream in his life?

Zhou Zhichao didn't know how he returned to the palace. He didn't know how he got the wine and drank it alone. It was not until a person pressed the back of his hand that he was a little stunned and slowly raised his head to look at Wan Qing's worried eyes.

"Master!" Wan Qing called softly. She didn't know why he was unhappy, but when she saw him like this, her whole heart was broken. When Zhou Zhichao saw her, he just smiled indifferently and said, "How can it be you? What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to leave in a few days. I haven't been in the palace for a long time, so I want to see my master." Sitting opposite him, Wan Qing's concerned eyes never left him. After a long silence, he asked, "Master, what's going on? You never drink too much."

"Wine is a good thing. It helps sleep." With that, she drank another cup. Wan Qing stretched out her hand and grabbed it, and her voice suddenly became louder and said, "Did the emperor make you sad? I'll find her."

"Hight!" Zhou Zhichao opened his mouth coldly. Wan Qing's body was stunned, but he did not look back, but Zhou Zhichao said coldly, "You are just a little slave. When will it be your turn to take care of the affairs of this palace? Go down."

Wan Qing didn't say anything, but her eyes suddenly turned red. After a pause, she finally turned around and stared at Zhou Zhichao's handsome and unparalleled face. Now her face, which was reddened by alcohol, she said with great heartache word by word, "In the eyes of the master, is I really not qualified to ask? "

"Yes!" Without hesitation, Zhou Zhichao answered coldly, and then raised his head and drank a glass of wine. Wan Qing's body shook for a moment. Finally, she turned around and left without saying anything. Wan Qing's footsteps were very fast. When she walked to the door of the palace, she bumped into a woman. The woman was not surprised to see that it was her. He just said, "Miss Wanqing, have you met the queen?"

"Hmm." There was still a trace of trembling in her voice, but Wan Qing also turned her face away. She didn't want others to see the tears in her eyes. The woman didn't seem to find anything wrong with her. She just sighed faintly, and then turned sideways and passed by.

"The nurse!" Wan Qing called her and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you know what's wrong with the master?"

"Queen Chitose?" The wet nurse knew that Wan Qing was asking him, so she did not hesitate to say, "Oh, it's not all for the emperor. Yesterday, the emperor originally said that he would come to the queen's palace. The queen was very happy. After taking care of the prince, she decorated the bedroom with her own hands, and then took a beautiful bath. The emperor Originally, they also came, and the two of them didn't know what to say, but in the end, the emperor left again.

"What will you say?"

"This... The old slave is not very clear. It seems that he is talking about the marriage for the playboy. He said that the playboy wanted to see the emperor, and the emperor also answered the queen, but he thought the queen was too much trouble, and then left." The wet nurse listened to Wan Qing's words and didn't think much about it. She knew that Wan Qing was Zhou Zhichao's confidant, so she talked to her without the kind of defense of others.

Wanqing's eyes were stunned at first, but finally there was a touch of heartache. It turned out that all this was for herself. She couldn't help sighing. As soon as her sigh fell, the wet nurse also sighed faintly and said, "Yesterday, the emperor left, but he spoiled his shadow in the lake of the palace. The waiter was stabbed and infected with wind and cold. Do you think the queen can feel better in this heart? If the queen was spoiled last night, the emperor would not be sick. It doesn't matter if you don't spoil the queen. It's not bad to spoil the bodyguard every two days. Alas, it's a pity that the queen is affectionate.

Wan Qing did not respond and saw the wet nurse leave, but she did not return to the cold palace this time, but turned to Jingli's bedroom, because most of the people in the palace also knew her, and few people would stop her, but when she came to the emperor's bedroom, she was by Ling. Long stopped. The two looked at each other and insisted in Wan Qing's eyes. Linglong just said lightly, "The emperor is infected with the wind and cold. The little masters can't see it yet, let alone you?"

"I'm not here to see the emperor. Can you bother my sister to call the knife brother to meet me? I have a few words to say to him, and then I'll leave." Ignoring the way Linglong rejected her, she didn't want to investigate why she rejected herself, but said her purpose coldly.