Sudden HE with the villain

Chapter 17 My Prime Minister

The sun was shining high, and the warm sun shone on the pale face of the woman, adding a bit of crystal to it, just like the halo of the new moon.

However, Jia Jinzhong was not a person who cherishes the fragrance and cherishes the jade, so he just said: "Then please, Prime Minister Zuo."

The palace towers are scaled, the pans are stacked, the corridors are unadorned, and the eaves and teeth are pecking high.

Qingping walked very slowly, walking leisurely, with a calm demeanor, ignoring her pale complexion, as if she was just an ordinary tourist admiring the tender willows on the palace wall.

Jia Jinzhong smiled like an old fox, "Master Zuo, are you feeling better?"

Qingping's voice was cold, "It's much better."

"Master Zuo still needs to take good care of his body. His Majesty is very sad when he is sick this time."

"Don't worry, father-in-law, you are still alive, so I dare not die."

Qingping pursed his lips tightly and ignored Jia Jinzhong.It's not that she wants to pretend to be as arrogant as the original body, it's because her body is too weak, her eyes are blurry for a while, and she needs to exhaust her energy even to speak.

There was a buzzing sound in her ears, as if hundreds of mosquitoes were wandering around her.

This taste is indeed uncomfortable, but not unbearable.

Whenever Qingping feels uncomfortable, he always thinks of Gu Xiyue unconsciously.

Before meeting Gu Xiyue, her life was like an endless wasteland, blank and bleak, and the end could be seen at a glance.

She knows the fate, saves thousands of people, and finally escapes from the world and sinks.

But Gu Xiyue was an accident, a change in her life that she had already calculated.

Like an incomparably gorgeous flower, it suddenly grew in the empty field.

She looks delicate, beautiful and fragile, but Qingping knows in his heart that she is actually strong and cunning, but he still can't help approaching her, blocking all the wind and rain for her, and carefully watering and caring for her.

She felt that she didn't love Gu Xiyue, but she couldn't help being nice to her.

I probably think that this accident is really wonderful.

In the imperial garden, there are blooming flowers, colorful and colorful.

Sitting among the flowers, Gu Xiyue waved at her and shouted excitedly, "Teacher! Teacher!"

There was warmth in Qingping's eyes, and he couldn't help but move a little faster.

All the flowers in the world are her, and all the flowers in the world are inferior to her.

The little emperor rushed over, put his arms around Qingping's waist, buried his head in her arms, inhaled the cold fragrance from her body contentedly, and said, "Teacher, I miss you so much!"

She raised her head, looked at Qingping helplessly, and asked, "Do you miss me? Teacher."

Qingping was silent for a moment, Fang said: "I don't want to."

The little emperor curled his lips, and his eyes glistened, as if he was about to cry.But she quickly cheered up and said, "Teacher, teacher! Look at what I have prepared for you."

A guqin lies quietly among the flowers.

The body of the piano is black, showing a golden stone-like luster in the sun.

Qing Ping plucked it casually, and the strings trembled slightly, emitting an airy and light color.The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she said: "It's a good piano."

The little emperor leaned over the table, resting his head on his hands, staring at the prime minister in red, and said coquettishly: "Teacher, can you play me a piece of music?

"What do you want to hear?"

"Feng Qiuhuang!"

There was a slight pause in the hand, and then he stroked the piano like a cloud and flowing water.

The sound of the piano is melodious and continuous, like a ring.

But the little emperor only looked at the person in front of him helplessly, and he failed to live up to such a good piano sound.

After the sound of the piano ended, the little emperor began to praise, "Teacher, you play really well! What is that sentence called? It's been around for three days, and it can't stop!"

Qing Ping glanced at her with a half-smile, and asked, "Does Your Majesty know the name of this song?"

The little emperor was taken aback, "Isn't it Feng Qiuhuang?"

Qingping sighed softly, took her hand, and wrote three words on her palm, "It's Jiang Zhongzi, does your majesty understand?"

The little emperor pouted, "I've never heard of General Zhongzi."

Qingping shook his head, stroked on her hand, and read: "Jiang Zhongzi, you can't go beyond my wall. You taught Your Majesty before, have you forgotten?"

"I forgot!" The little emperor felt aggrieved, "I... I have a lot of things to do every day, so of course I won't remember this kind of thing!"

Qingping glanced at her helplessly, and had nothing to do with the little emperor.

Jia Jinzhong looked at it but was very happy. The more ignorant the emperor was, the better he was at home.

In the end, the little emperor insisted on using the qin to send him off, saying that he used the qin as a metaphor for love, and talked about sending lovesickness. Qingping was so entangled by her that he had no choice but to agree, and let the little eunuch carry the qin all the way to Guangchengmen.

She didn't feel tired when she was with Gu Xiyue, but as soon as she entered the sedan chair, she curled up like a fish out of water, with one hand tightly clutching the front of her chest, and the veins on the back of her pale hands burst out. .

She was panting heavily, her phoenix eyes drooped, and her eyes lost their luster.

Mo Yan was waiting at the gate of the mansion for a long time, when he saw the green sedan chair leisurely approaching, he hurriedly asked his servants to heat up the food.

There was no movement for a long time after the sedan chair stopped, Mo Yan approached, bowed and asked, "My lord?"

No one answered.

She panicked for a moment, and stretched out her hand to lift the curtain.

A hand paler than jade stretched out from it, holding her down.That hand was so cold that she couldn't help shivering.

Qingping walked out of it slowly, and said lightly: "There is a piano inside, put it in my bedroom." She paused, and couldn't help but ordered, "Be careful, don't damage it."

Two months later, twenty well-made warships headed south along the coastal road.

Yunfan goes away, riding the wind and breaking the waves.

There was a hint of relief in Qingping's eyes, and he said: "The sea line is peaceful, and we can guard it from now on."

Duan Xun groaned with a smile, "Thanks to Mr. Zuo Xiang, who cares about the country and the people."

As the sun sets, the afterglow shines on the sea surface, and the water is sparkling, like a river of broken gold.

Qingping and his party were about to leave the port, when she looked up and saw Duan Xun blinking at Moyan, she couldn't help being a little amused, "If you want to have a tryst, find a place for yourself, don't show off in front of me."

Mo Yan blushed, gave Duan Xun an angry look, and said in a low voice, "My lord, what are you talking about?"

"You don't meet much on weekdays, it's rare to have time today, so let's get together." Qingping's eyes fell on the hairpin on her head, and shook his head, "Otherwise, I'll meet someone who misses you as soon as I go to court. As soon as I got home, I ran into another person who had no cure, alas..."

Mo Yan blushed with embarrassment, but Duan Xun was cheerful, grabbed her hand and said, "Junior Sister is so generous, then Yan'er will be mine today!"

Qingping nodded, "Play around as you please, I will go back by myself."

She didn't go straight back to the house, but strolled on the streets of Luo'an.

Pedestrians are bustling, cars are like running water, if it is not for eunuchs and chaos, it is also a sign of prosperity.

These days, Jia Jinzhong tried to trouble them several times, but they resolved them one by one, but the current situation is always unfavorable, and he does not know when he will find a good opportunity.

"In the past Cao Gong entered Jiuxi, but now the false king wants to accept Zen..."

An immature childish voice called her back from her contemplation, Qingping stopped to listen carefully, the more she listened, the more startled she became - this was clearly scolding Jia Jinzhong, and the piles of crimes were clearly counted.

"Where did you learn this song?" She rushed over and asked the children tremblingly.

"I don't know either. Everyone is singing these days. Hasn't my sister heard it?"

Qingping was sweating profusely, and hurried back - she had to find Duan Xun quickly.

Their chance has not come yet, but Jia Jinzhong's chance has arrived.