Eighty-sixth bowl of soup (4)

Although Gao had serious thoughts about the regent, he was still a boudoir girl in his bones. This kind of thing was met by others, and she was ashamed and ashamed. When the face was pale and shameful, but the mothers of the two children were eager, and they stood in front of the Gao family and looked fiercely at Qing Huan: "You bad woman! Go away!"

Linger grabbed the regent's clothes corner: "Daddy, Daddy, this bad woman bullies my mother, Daddy—"

"Shhh." Qing Huan put a finger on Yan Hong's lips, her eyes were cold and strange, which made Ling'er startled. "Good children can't call daddy, otherwise they will be caught and eaten by the big wild wolf."

The two children were frightened by the tone of her expression. Gao quickly squatted down and hugged the child tightly in his arms, looking at the regent pitifully. If this were someone else, he would have hugged and caressed him with pity, the regent. But still a face of indifference, turned his head and glanced at the Qinghuan who seriously threatened the child on his shoulder.

She actually trimmed her eyebrows.

The sword eyebrows that were full of heroic spirit in the past have now become crooked, thin eyebrows, with the tail part of the eyebrows slightly raised, appearing proud and warm, bright and open. At the same time, there is more feminine air, because of her high position, her temperament is completely different from that of ordinary women, which is shocking. In this way, the regent felt that he could not recognize her, as if the person standing in front of him was different from the one who broke his heart in the past.

Qing Huan didn’t notice that the regent was looking at herself. After threatening the child, even the mother of the other person would not let it go: “It’s really good for the child. Don’t always instill the message that the prince is equal to the father. You look good."

Gao's lip bite pale, and she glanced at the regent fragilely, tears flowing along the corner of her eyes, the angle was beautiful, and the tears of the beauty would indeed move the hero. Compared with Qinghuan, who refuses to be seen in tears, Gao's obviously fits the aesthetics of men more, and they also prefer this delicate beauty.

"Okay, take the child back." The regent brought Gao down the steps in time. Gao raised his eyes in surprise, but saw that his tall figure had disappeared in the room, and the door closed in front of him. Up.

It didn't matter, she believed that as long as she worked hard and persisted, the prince would definitely respond to her wishes.

In the room, the Regent took Qing Huan off himself, "What is your Majesty's intention?"

Qing Huan stared at him centrally: "I want the emperor to like me again."

The regent was almost laughing, whether he liked it or not, and it was not like a child's play to tell from her, it was like something else. Even now, he doesn't want to talk to her anymore, anyway, no matter what he says, she won't change her mind easily. In this case, she can do whatever she loves, and he just ignores it. "Your Majesty, Ruochen remembers well, this is the time of the morning, you--"

"The emperor won't come to the early court anymore. I am in a bad mood and my body is naturally unwell." This person has no rebellious intentions at all. It is easy for Qing Huan to handle it. As an emperor, don't overpower others. Called the emperor? Here is the biggest difference between her and the beauty of tears just now. She is the emperor, no one can disobey her, and no one can reject her. Even if the regent dislikes the empress, he is still her courtier.

"You..." I've never seen her slick her tongue like this. She is obviously a gloomy person, why...

"Uncle Emperor, tomorrow, you will come to the morning, right?" Qing Huan sat on the regent's bed and smiled at him, "If you don't come, I will come to you."

The regent said lightly: "The minister will go." His injury is almost healed, no matter what the emperor wants, he is mentally prepared, it is nothing more than letting her calculate this life again. Are there other possibilities.

Qing Huan got out of the bed with a smile, and clasped the regent's wrist with lightning speed. The female emperor of Kung Fu is naturally inferior to him, but who said she must use force to make him submit?

The regent thought that the emperor was leaving now, but who knew she suddenly shot him. Before I could avoid it, I smelled a strange scent in my nose, and then I was weak and fell straight forward.

Qinghuan just picked him up full of arms.

The regent couldn't believe that she was so bold, but could not speak. He could only show condemnation and displeasure when Qing Huan put him on the bed. Qinghuan sighed, how could she not know what the regent was thinking. I really want to give this person time to make him think about whether or not to forgive her to be with her again, it's just giving him time to wipe out the little bit of love left.

The regent is not a young person, or the beauty of tears or the beauty of sleep, they are both subtle and gentle in their bones. He has experienced many wars and separations in his life, sad and sad, just as gorgeous as a shooting star and then returned to plainness. Only a big fire could rekindle the flames deep in his heart. Qing Huan would be a fire, and would rather burn each other to death than let go.

The beauty of tears before, Qinghuan glanced at it and knew that the regent would never like it.

"Uncle, don't look at me like this, I will cry." She covered the regent's eyes with her hand, untied his robe with the other hand, and went in and stroked her strong chest.

The regent snorted because her little hands were not honest.

Qing Huan leaned over in his ear and said, "I don't know how to do anything excessive, I just..."

She didn't say anything further, but the regent knew what she was going to do because her hand was already covering his chest. There, it was the place where she pierced through with a sharp blade. He never let anyone touch it again, Qing Huan's hands were a little cold, and when he met the regent, he involuntarily trembled. Then she stripped off her robe, and after a long time, the pitch-black man felt something soft and tender touching his wound, spreading away little by little, making his heart beat thunderously.

"Like me as a brand new person, and I will do the same." Qing Huan said as he kissed the wound, with a gentle and sincere voice, but it also seemed to be a charm from hell. "It is no longer a female emperor who regards the throne as her fate, even her lover can abandon it, but a woman who has done something wrong and wants to save it.

Then she covered the eyes of the regent with both hands, rubbed his cheek lightly: "Your woman."

The hard body under her suddenly trembled, and Qing Huan felt soft in her heart. She tore off the waistband of her red dress, and layer upon layer the regent’s eyes were blindfolded and told him: "The effect is only a quarter of an hour. I'm leaving, remember to visit me tomorrow."

His body lightened suddenly, and the touching sweet-scented osmanthus scent faded in an instant. The regent almost involuntarily wanted to stretch his hand to hold her and call her, but he couldn't move or make a sound. Only the red cloth covering the eyes still has a lingering fragrance.

She said, like her as a brand new person. Can he? Can she do it again?

As long as he thought of her past actions, the regent felt cold all over. But the emperor I saw today made him feel happy while his heart was dead. Does he still have feelings for her?

How can this be good.

Tomorrow... She didn't ask him to go to court, only that he wanted him to remember to see her. So if he doesn't go to court, it should be fine, right?

After a while, the regent stretched out his hand to remove the red silk from his eyes and rubbed it carefully in the palm of his hand. There is still the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and his chest seems to have left those trivial kisses. Was that really the deep empress of the city just now? Why does he feel like a stranger, even this strange throbbing doesn't seem to come from himself.

The regent was lying on the bed for a long while before he sighed.

Forgot to ask her, how did she get in this heavily guarded palace of the Regent? Even though he had taught her Kung Fu, it was not enough compared to the guards of the palace. What's more, she is the emperor, she is busy with daily affairs, and even sneaked out of the palace. If the emperor in the past would never do this, what happened to her...

After thinking for a while, the regent came to a rational conclusion: I am afraid that he has taken the wrong medicine...

On the second day of the court, Qing Huan did not see the regent among the courtiers. Xiao Wu looked worried, and looked uneasy when welcoming her back to the palace, for fear that she would get angry. Qing Huan waved her hand to tell her to retreat, and by the way said: "If the prince is here, just let him in."

Xiao Wu's mouth moved and didn't say anything. In fact, she wanted to say, will the prince really come? Your Majesty, why are you so confident? ?

What was the situation yesterday, she cared but did not dare to ask. Your Majesty is the most stiff and stubborn person. Even if she likes it in her heart, she will not admit it. She is really afraid that your Majesty went to quarrel with the prince yesterday. Otherwise... Maybe your majesty even the palace Didn't go in the door?

It’s unclear where you don’t bring guards in women’s clothing, so you won’t be able to get in...

But your Majesty seems to be in a good mood now, so she still shouldn't pour cold water on your Majesty. Your Majesty rarely frowns, and it's rare to be in such a good mood.

Despite thinking this way, Xiao Wu still thinks that the prince will not come. The quarrel seemed to be terrible, can the prince really clear up the quarrel with your majesty?

When Qinghuan returned to the bedroom, the first thing was to change her clothes. She didn't like to wear dragon robe and jade crown. It was inconvenient for the complicated and trivial actions. The skirt was different. It was light and beautiful. The most important thing was that she was light under the skirt. Legs, anyone can't see it anyway, no one knows except her.

It's uncomfortable to wear too much in this weather, if only air-conditioning is available.

After changing her clothes, she sat cross-legged on the bed and played with a piece of jade pendant, which she took from the regent yesterday, so even if he didn't plan to come, he would come to her for this jade pendant.

Qing Huan showed a sly smile. She was not confident enough to think that her charm was so big that she could tell a mature and dead-hearted man.

So it's a matter of course to use small tricks, isn't it?