Li Jinhuan didn't get up, but just sat on the ground.

There was a strange look in his glazed eyes.

Ha ha... His beautiful tactics are useless at all.

In that case, can I retreat and let more powerful people come in...

After all, Ye Qingming was a good-looking person, probably because he had no interest in himself, so he went to find Zhuohua again.

After all, Zhuo Hua is also a beautiful man with a reputation, and he was born in such a family, otherwise he would not become the royal husband.

Good-color is easy to handle, he is down, there is always someone who can go up.

In their minds, Ye Qingming didn't have the ability to be emperor, and she was the only one who could be emperor.

She is pure and kind, beautiful like the sun in the sky, selflessly giving light and heat to the earth.

Ye Qingming was walking in front, Zhuohua followed behind, a bright yellow and a flaming figure, which was also very eye-catching in the colorful garden.

Zhuo Hua followed behind Ye Qingming, she did not speak, nor did he say a word.

After reaching a pavilion, Ye Qingming walked in, and Zhuohua stopped and stood outside the pavilion.

"Zhuohua, what do you think these flowers are the most beautiful?"

Ye Qingming asked aloud.

"Ewha!"

Zhuohua didn't hesitate at all, and quickly gave his own answer.

"Ewha? Why?"

Hearing him talking about pear blossoms, Ye Qingming suddenly thought of the pear blossom in his yard.

The snow-white petals fell piece by piece, falling on top of his black hair and red clothes, indescribably charming.

"nice!"

Zhuohua didn't have too many words to eulogize, and it was just such a short and plain two words.

Ye Qingming couldn't help but smile as she listened.

The two of them didn't continue talking, they just stood quietly enjoying the flowers.

"Your Majesty, the Spirit King, please see me."

At this time, a servant came to report.

"The minister retire!"

Zhuo Hua gave a salute and left with some of his servants.

"allow!"

Ye Qingming sat down in the pavilion, waiting for the arrival of the spirit king Ye Changge.

Ye Changge walked in quickly.

When she saw Ye Qingming sitting in the pavilion, she was also slightly startled.

It's been a long time since I saw the emperor looks like this. Usually, it's not that she is drunk, but she is drunk and dreaming.

Sitting in the pavilion so energetic now is really rare.

"The minister knocks to see your majesty!"

Ye Changge walked closer and hurriedly saluted.

"The Spirit King comes in and talks!"

Ye Qingming also looked at Ye Changge carefully. Although the two of them were sisters of their compatriots, their appearances were completely different.

Ye Qingming belongs to that kind of bright and colorful. As for Ye Changge, it is gentle as water, and when he laughs, his whole person is like the sun, and the whole person is shining.

"Yes!"

Ye Changge stood up, bowed and walked into the pavilion.

"My sister, sit down!"

There was no gap between the two people.

The original owner didn't have any resentment towards this younger sister. Of course, even if there was resentment, the superficial skills needed to be done.

"Thank your majesty!"

Ye Changge thanked him, but he didn't dare to go beyond. He still sat on a small corner of the stone bench.

"Long Song, what's the matter today?"

Ye Qingming asked aloud.

Hearing Ye Qingming's questioning, Ye Changge's expression flashed a trace of embarrassment.