Chapter 172 Draft

In addition to dealing with government affairs in the past two days, Duanmu Lingyu has another hobby, that is, studying fans. He has studied almost everything about folding fans, and specially gathered a group of confidants to study the meaning of fans, but made his thoughts more confused. In the end, he didn't understand what it meant when Mu Qingya asked Wei Xi to come back with a fan.

Wei Xi looked at the frowning emperor and was also entangled. As long as the two emperors faced the fan, the mood was very strange. From time to time, they were deep, irritable and cold for a moment. Their slaves became more and more trembling, afraid that any behavior that did not conform to the emperor's mind would be dragged out and cut off. . Therefore, after pondering for a long time, he finally said, "Your Majesty, according to what I have seen, why don't you ask Miss Mu in person? After all, only Miss Mu knows the real meaning of this. Maybe she also thinks that you can't figure it out and deliberately..."

Duanmu Lingyu's eyes lit up: "Yes, why didn't I think of it? Maybe Qingya just wanted to embarras me, and then give me a chance to see her in person. I should have thought of it long ago! Not bad, not bad, Wei Xi, your brain is getting better now. You can go down and have a good rest these two days as my reward. By the way, I heard that you are very close to Zhiqiu of Jingyou Palace. How about the maid of honor? Now that he found a solution, Duanmu Lingyu suddenly relaxed a lot and began to pay attention to the private life of his subordinates.

Wei Xi stiffened: "Your Majesty, you are so wise that you can't hide anything from your eyes. Zhiqiu originally belonged to the dark part, but because of Bi Tao, many nails in the palace were screened out. Zhiqiu turned to Ming as a maid of honor. She is a good woman."

Looking at the blush on his subordinate's face, Duanmu Lingyu hooked the corners of his lips: "Well, I know. In this case, let's transfer Zhiqiu to Zhuanghua Palace. In two days, Qingya will also come back. Let her follow Qingya."

As soon as Wei Xi heard this, he was suddenly overjoyed. No one knew Mu Qingya's position in the emperor's heart than him. It was really as precious as eyeballs. He was afraid of melting in his mouth and falling in his hand. If Zhiqiu could follow Mu Qingya, it would be the best destination: "Yes, it belongs to Thank you, master!"

"Well, well, prepare quickly. I'm going out of the palace to go to Mu's house. Um... Let's talk to Lord Mu about major issues."

"Yes!" Wei Xi was in a good mood and did not slander Mu Lingyu in his heart. He responded quickly and hurried down to prepare.

The arrival of Duanmu Lingyu shocked everyone who came out of Mu Qingya. How could the emperor make a micro-clothes and come to Mu's house? However, he quickly ordered his servants to prepare a fragrant case to welcome him, but was stopped by Duanmu Lingyu. He came this time, and even if he came openly, he subconsciously dared not Let his future father-in-law and mother-in-law cause more trouble. Qingya attaches great importance to them, especially Mu Anzhi. Qingya has wronged herself a lot for him. Now looking at his white and tender appearance, she can't help guessing whether Qingya especially likes children. Well, this hobby is good. Wait for them. I will have a child in the future...

"I have seen the emperor!"

"Lord Mu is flat." Duanmu Lingyu quickly helped Mu Yizhi up, and his eyes fell on Mu Qingya, who followed Qin Yue. Seeing her calm look like water, she was a little uneasy. She came here like this. Qingya would not be angry. Well, this is what Wei Xi came to do with me. If Qingya is really angry, then let Wei Xi come and wait. It suddenly feels how wise it is to take Wei Xi before leaving.

Wei Xi, who pretended to be non-existent, suddenly felt a cold back, and an angry and uneasy feeling in his heart. He couldn't help touching his hand. He didn't do anything bad these two days. Why did he suddenly feel hairy? In the end, he didn't think of anything, so he had to shake his head and put it aside.

Mu Qingya quietly followed Qin Yue, holding Mu Anzhi, who had been curious to look forward.

"Sister, man."

Mu Qingya nodded: "Well, that person has never seen it. He is the emperor and the master of the whole country." In the past two days, she has already figured out the rules of Mu Anzhi's speech, so her communication with Xiao Anzhi has become smoother and smoother.

Mu'an ran two steps forward and was pulled back by Mu Qingya. The child was stunned and seemed to feel that the game was fun, so he began to run around with Mu Qingya's hand and laughed out loud.

Seeing Duanmu Lingyu's eyes fall on Mu Anzhi, Mu Yizhi hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, the dog is young, and I hope you can forgive him."

"Lord Mu, your son is lively, cute and extremely intelligent, how can I blame him?"

"Weichen thanked the Lord Longen on behalf of the dog. Emperor, Weichen has prepared a banquet in the hall. Please move."

Duanmu Lingyu originally wanted to talk to Qingya, but suddenly realized that Qingya is a boudoir lady. Although he is the lord of a country, he is a foreigner after all. Mu Yizhi can't let him see Mu Qingya for her reputation! Thinking about this, he felt a little bitter in his heart. Why did he listen to Wei Xi's words? This time, he had to go to the banquet first.

Mu Yizhi called Mu Jinghui over. An Zhi was still too young. Now Mu Jinghui was the only one who could support the facade of Mu's family. The two accompanied Duanmu Lingyu to eat and drink for a long time. Duanmu Lingyu symbolically asked Mu Yizhi a few questions that were an explanation for this visit and left in a hurry.

Mu Qingya heard the news of Duanmu Lingyu's departure in the room and curled up the corners of her lips: "Well, I know, Leqi, go outside and watch and don't let anyone enter my yard."

Le Qi was stunned for a moment and then realized that the emperor's departure was definitely not in line with the emperor's character at this time. I guess he wanted to secretly come to see the young lady: "Yes."

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Leqi to leave. Duanmu Lingyu appeared in Mu Qingya's room: "Qingya, you are so hard for me."

Mu Qingya raised her eyebrows and looked at Duanmu Lingyu, who looked more and more slender in a dark cyan dress: "Oh? How can I say this? How can I toss you to the emperor?"

"Qingya..." Duanmu Lingyu's voice trembled, inexplicably with a trace of grievance. I don't know why, as long as he faces Qingya, he always subconsciously feels that he can't catch the person in front of him, so he has to try his best to attract her attention and make her mood fluctuate, so that she can feel that she has blood. Those who have meat live by their side.

Mu Qingya didn't know the complicated thoughts in his heart, but suddenly heard his tone and almost laughed. When he sat aside and looked at himself with hot eyes, it inexplicably reminded her of the cat. Whenever the little guy saw something in his hand, Always with such an expression: "Well, you don't have much time to stay. Hurry up and talk about it. What's the matter?"

Duanmu Lingyu heard the words, and his eyes were even more resentful: "Qingya, you have also lived here for more than ten days. When will you return to the palace?"

"back to the palace? Why go back to the palace? This is my home. I don't plan to go to the palace.

Duanmu Lingyu was suddenly anxious when she heard this, so that Mu Qingya grabbed her hand and held it in the palm of her hand: "Qingya, do you regret it?"

Mu Qingya was stunned and felt the moisture from her hand. Then she felt that the young emperor's hand was full of cold sweat because of his words: "Duanmu Lingyu... I have already said that I am willing to go to the palace. Since I said it, I won't regret it. Do you still want me to regret it?"

After being glanced at by Mu Qingya's eyes, Duanmu Lingyu's eyes suddenly cooled down. Qingya said that she would not regret it, so could he soon realize what he had been looking forward to for many years: "Qingya, why don't you follow me into the palace? You see, now that you live here, it's so difficult for us to meet each other. It's like three autumns, I..."

Listening to him pulling farther and farther away, Mu Qingya quickly interrupted him and said, "Okay, don't think about it. I'm following you into the palace now. What do people think of me? Do you think your queen will be criticized before she is canonized?

Duanmu Lingyu nodded frustratedly: "You're right, I lack consideration, but..." Thinking that Qingya could not enter the palace in the near future, he suddenly became extremely irritable and didn't even have the heart to deal with government affairs.

Seeing his look, Mu Qingya sighed slightly: "You didn't study anything about the fan I sent you?"

Duanmu Lingyu was stunned and then a little embarrassed: "No..."

"Disperse..." Mu Qingya said, feeling that Duanmu Lingyu's hand holding her suddenly tightened, and her bones were almost crushed by her, and her eyebrows frowned. "Where did you think? These days, those ministers have said a lot about letting you seal the harem, right?

Duanmu Lingyu came to his senses and realized his gaffe. He looked down at Mu Qingya's hand, but suddenly found that her white and tender injury was dissatisfied with the cyan fingerprints, and he actually hurt her: "Qingya... Your hand, I'll ask someone to call the imperial doctor..."

"No! It's no big deal." Mu Qingya didn't care and wanted to withdraw her hand. She went to see the strong self-reproach in Duanmu Lingyu's eyes. Suddenly, her heart was shocked. The man in front of her cared more about herself than she thought, and her voice unconsciously softened a lot. "I'm really fine. Since I decided to stand beside you, I don't want to be the grass beside you. I don't want. You don't have to be so careful." What feelings need most is to treat each other equally. Now Duanmu Lingyu has a deep affection for her and is naturally willing to protect her. But in a few years, will he feel tired of paying? Even if he doesn't feel this way, her self-esteem doesn't allow her to do that.

Duanmu Lingyu's heart trembled, pondered for a long time and finally nodded: "Then Qingya, what do you mean by dispersion?"