Yange sighed: "A Qing, my body needs to support some time, things in the court, you have to bear more, Your Majesty does not have a trusted courtier beside him now, if you can become his left arm, right arm, Xue Or even closer. "

"Yangyang, I have never assisted him for the Xue family, but for you."

His voice was bitter and even a little jealous.

"Yangyang, I don't like him, but for you, I can assist him."

"Thank you." Yange continued to sigh.

Emperor Xuanwu's hand had been touched into her singles, pinching around her.

She didn't dare to reject that guy.

She could feel that the man underneath was now like a wild beast on fire. As long as she had a little bit of anti-reflection, a large rollover scene would immediately appear.

She was still pinched by Xue Qing in one hand, and rested on the chest of Emperor Xuanwu slowly.

"A Qing, it's late at night. You go back early, but you will have to go early tomorrow."

Xue Qing: "Yangyang, in your heart, you ..."

He wanted to ask Yange whether he was still pretending to be Xuanwu Emperor.

The door was pushed open at this time.

Outside the heavy veil, Liu Jingchen's voice sounded: "Mrs. Queen? Queen Mother? Are you in there?"

Words of Song: ...

Xue Qing was stunned by her hands and Emperor Xuanwu ...

She hurriedly asked, "I'm here, you, how did you get into the palace?"

"It seems that the on-duty palace people in Cining Palace disappeared. The minister could not fall asleep. He just wanted to see the queen mother, but he didn't expect that this went so smoothly. Is the queen mother waiting for the minister?"

...

Half of the people in the palace were murdered by Emperor Xuanwu, and half of the people in the palace were taken away by Xue Qing. Liu Jingchen was also considered a fisherman.

The mood of Yange is really complicated.

Of course, she thinks that the car skills are acceptable, and she has to rescue again before she rolls over.

"I'm in a bad posture, you just stand outside." Yan Ge said calmly: "Dear minister, is there something wrong with you?"

"Chen, nothing." Liu Jingchen tried to look through the layers of veil to the heart-worn woman in the inner room.

His eyes were full of hope.

In the chapel, he can speak against Confucianism, but in front of her, even if she can't see her at this moment, he is still shy like a fledgling teenager, his voice is stuttering: "Chen, Chen heard that the queen mother's body Discomfort, worrying ... "

Yange interrupted him: "My dear fellow, if you're fine, you should leave quickly. I, Cining Palace, you can break in at night, indicating that someone deliberately let you in ..."

Liu Jingchen listened to Yange's serious voice and even a little flustered, so he calmed her out: "Don't worry, no one will find me."

His tone was extremely firm, and he obviously had a set of means to enter and exit the palace.

These people, one by one, really treat the palace as a nobody.

Yan Ge frowned, his eyes were full of sternness, and the fingers that appeased Emperor Xuan Wu naturally slowed down.

Emperor Xuanwu did not care.

In fact, at this moment his intellect had been ashes by the anger.

He stared at the song with his teeth gritted, like a little lion who would explode everywhere.

Even if Yan Ge can't see the outside, he can also associate Xue Qing's state at the moment with the emotion of Emperor Xuan Wu.

Mother, the original owner juggled and applauded so many men. This is how much psychological endurance it is.