When Ye Qingming said this, Jinhuan was stunned.

What's the matter, how good your Majesty is, it's like this again.

This let the **** Zhuohua go and say first, does he have any room for rebuttal?

Jinghuan was ready to speak again, but as soon as he faced him, he ran into Ye Qingming's stern eyes.

He flinched again, afraid to say anything.

Jinhuan lowered his head, and a strange thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

His Majesty is so good, saying that changes have changed. In the past, he was obviously the most favored.

Humph, sure enough... that sentence is correct, most of the ruthless emperor's family.

It must be the little **** Zhuohua who seduce-leaded the emperor.

He likes to wear bright red clothes the most, and he swears through the market, so he almost blushes, and he wants to tell everyone that he is a real man.

Like him, Li Jinhuan wears red clothes. They are also very good-looking, but he didn't have the opportunity to wear red clothes.

Keep your head down, and after a while, your thoughts are surging.

"Yes!"

Zhuo Hua was also very surprised, although his Majesty had handed over to himself yesterday, he had to manage the harem well.

However, he knew in his heart that certain things could not be done.

If not, Li Jinhuan would be too much, and he would not beat him.

Now that Ye Qingming came, he always thought that Ye Qingming had come to support Li Jinhuan. Who knows, it's not like this.

Seeing this, Zhuo Hua's heart also raised a kind of other emotions.

"The minister has obeyed His Majesty's words and must strictly control the harem. Li Guijun has some things that do not fit his identity..."

Zhuo Hua's two brief sentences have already explained clearly what he wants to say.

It's very simple, that is, Li Jinhuan is reliant on-pet-and arrogant, and he is obviously just a noble prince, so he began to put on the air of a royal husband.

Zhuohua wanted to truly manage the harem, and Li Jinhuan was the first to sort it out.

"Your Majesty, what do you think?"

Zhuo Hua looked at Ye Qingming with clear eyes.

"His Majesty--"

Li Jinhuan still knelt on the ground, his eyes were full of tears, full of thirst, and he looked at Ye Qingming in the same way.

"Li Jinhuan relied on-favored-and arrogant, and reflected on it for a month."

After Ye Qingming finished saying this, he flicked his sleeves and took a cup of tea, put it to his lips, and took a shallow sip.

Hearing Ye Qingming's words, Li Jinhuan knelt on the ground, bowed his head, making it difficult to see his expression.

Zhuohua still wore a red dress, and sat there like that.

The expression in his eyes looking at Ye Qingming was softer.

He just thought about it. If your Majesty is not fair, he will stay in his palace and never think about these things.

With the name of this imperial husband, he is always dead in the palace.

"Zuohua, let's go!"

After Ye Qingming finished speaking, he walked outside first.

Zhuo Hua followed without any haste.

When they all left, Li Jinhuan slowly raised his head.

His eyes were full of fierce rays of light, and there was still a little bit of weakness from before.

"Noble Lord, get up first, it's cold on the ground!"

The waiter on one side came over quickly, trying to help Li Jinhuan up.

"Go away!"

Li Jinhuan stretched out his hand and pushed the waiter who walked in front of him to one side.