Chapter 609 Queen Wanfu 82

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  Time flies quickly.

  The swan's feathers are in a heavy snow, and there is a lot of shuffling.

  The towering imperial city was shrouded in a piece of snow, except for the long red palace walls, like red plums in full bloom in the snow. In this piece of silver, it has become the only bright color.

  Sheng Mingguang's footsteps were fast, his boots crunching in the snow.

  A thin layer of snow accumulated on the dead branches, and it fell sternly when the wind blew. The little **** was nestled at the corner door of the main hall, and took a nap with his hands in his sleeves by the burning earth dragon.

  Sheng Mingguang kicked over, lowered his voice and asked, "Where is the empress? Can you get up?"

  The little **** rolled Gululu on the ground, got up and patted the clothes, looked inside, quietly.

   "It should have not been up yet. The emperor went to sleep only after the third shift last night."

  Sheng Mingguang glared at him, then raised the whisk to hit him, "What can you say?"

   But I already had a count in my heart, and only went to bed after the third shift. It's no wonder that the empress hasn't gotten up at this point.

   But, thinking of the sage who was furious in the Imperial Study Room, Sheng Mingguang gritted his teeth, just when Qing Rui came out, hurriedly said: "Ms. Qing Rui, I will trouble you with one thing--"

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  Su Yan just stepped into the door of the imperial study room, and a cup of hot tea hit her feet in front of her.

  The tea wetted her embroidered shoes, and it also frightened her.

   "Get out of here!"

  The cold voice was filled with anger, and the air was suppressed.

   "Who did you let out?!"

  The people of the palace had already knelt on the ground and shivered. The emperor told them to go, but they didn't dare to go.

  At this moment, a Jiaohe was even more domineering and louder than the man sitting on the dragon chair.

  It is very eye-catching in the entire imperial study room where the needle drop can be heard.

   Ji Xuan Shen pinched his eyebrows, raised his eyes suddenly, and saw his little empress staring at him with red eyes, and a lot of wet embroidered shoes on the small embroidered shoes.

  Compared with last year, she does not seem to have changed, except that her character has become more coquettish and self-willed by him.

Su Yan is wearing a red cloak, with jade-white embroidery thread on her head, embroidered with layers of peonies, her neckline is rolled with a circle of silver fox hair, which surrounds her cheeks, her lips are red and white, and her eyebrows are like painting.

"How did you come?!"

  Ji Scrophulariaceae's eyelids jumped straight, and immediately disappeared, strode to stand up and walk towards Su Yan.

"It's such a cold day, why did you get up so early?" Ji Xuanshen walked over to hold her little hand, and he was relieved when he felt the warmth. He glanced at Sheng Mingguang coldly, "Dog minion, who let you To disturb the queen?"

  Su Yan glanced at him and withdrew her hand.

   "Why are you so fierce? You lose your temper, don't you? Tyrant!"

  She snorted, her voice soft.

  (End of this chapter)