Chapter 830 The emperor died and became the queen mother 22

  Duchuan blushed, and his heart was pounding.

  He was afraid and panicked, for fear of being noticed by a woman sitting in a chair not far away. At that time, she is afraid that she will feel sick, right?

  Su Yan nodded in satisfaction when seeing him lying back on the bed obediently.

   Seeing Duchuan stretched out his hand and lifted the quilt upwards until it reached the chin.

  Su Yan is funny, blinking and looking over, "Are you cold?"

  Duchuan became stiff, and he couldn't say what he felt. He shook his head reflexively, "It's not cold, and the slave is not cold."

   "Really? But your face is going to be buried in the quilt."

  Su Yan chuckled, lazily supporting her cheeks, staring at him without a smile.

   is such a look.

  The woman had a coquettish face, and the light of the candle passed on her, which added a bit of charm and ambiguity.

  She curled her lips, her feet dangling to the untuned tune.

   is not at all like those empresses he occasionally sees, each holding a shelf, elegant and dignified.

  It's like carved out of a mold, I don't know who I learned.

  But the people in front of me are different, and Duchuan can’t be said to be different, but they are different from others.

  Because she is willing to save him.

  Save a little eunuch—

  His eyelashes trembled like crow feathers, and he didn't know where the courage came from, and whispered: "Why does that empress keep staring at me?"

  Duchuan is not used to being stared at all the time.

  There are also women’s peachy eyes, which seem to be affectionate all the time.

  He became more uncomfortable.

  Su Yan listened to her ears and raised her eyebrows.

  Yo, he still dare to be dissatisfied?

   She hummed, smiling, "Of course you look good."

  In this short period of time, Grandma Jiang had already made his background investigation clear.

   is the little **** of Zhaoyang Palace, who seems to have been in the palace since he was six years old, without father or mother. He usually did some miscellaneous work in the palace, but Zhaoyu fell out of favor and was forever restricted from the Zhaoyang Palace.

  There, it has also become a dark and humid cold palace.

  The people in the palace are not restricted, but in the palace, they have become an existence that everyone can trample on.

Can-

  Su Yan's eyes fluttered and fell on Duchuan's face.

  He like this, would he have such a simple background?

  Duchuan was flustered when she saw it, and she opened her eyes uncomfortably. He lowered his eyes and said, "There is no good-looking lady."

  His lips were red and white, and his teeth were jet-black radiating on the pillow. A pair of slightly round eyes, slightly drooping at the tail, is born with an innocent look. The bridge of the nose is tall but not too sharp, the lips are slightly thick and there are slightly curled lips. When lying on the bed and glancing timidly, the jumping candlelight reflected in the eyes, as if the stars were filled with stars, and the heart was moving.

  And each of his facial features are soft and just right. Lying on the bed at this time, his blushing flush neutralized his paleness due to his injury.

   is very innocent—

  Su Yan snorted and looked down at her fingers lazily.

  Open lips: "That's natural, and the appearance of the palace is number one, but you are not bad~"

  She pointed at Duchuan, her fingers were born with pink, as if all five fingers were coated with rouge.

   "Cough..."

  Duchuan's pupils were slightly enlarged, and his face was a little surprised.

  This lady...

  So different.

  Su Yan looked at the thin young man, her face flushed when she was molested, she couldn't help but laugh.

  The laughter was clear, spreading slowly in the quiet air.

  (End of this chapter)