Ye Changge looked at the joy of turning around and leaving quickly, and there was an unidentified look in his eyes.

She turned her head and looked at Xiang Feimo, who also saw her at this time.

Xiang Feimo kept shaking his head.

Ye Changge's footsteps also retreated, turning around and leaving quickly.

After seeing Ye Changge, Xiang Feimo's lips kept smiling.

When the last board hit his knee, he finally couldn't bear it and fainted to the ground.

Xiang Feimo lay on the ground, and the servants dragged him down again...

"Your Majesty, are there any worries?"

Seeing Ye Qingming sitting there, he really frowned.

"How do you feel about having fun?"

Ye Qingming asked him with a smile.

"Li Jinhuan? Not so good?"

Zhuo Hua shook her head. With so many people, she really didn't like Li Jinhuan very much.

"Why??"

Ye Qingming asked suspiciously.

"He doesn't really like your Majesty. As for the reason, I don't know!"

Zhuo Hua only expressed his simple opinions. In short, he likes someone, not that way.

"Ok!"

Ye Qingming nodded slightly, and didn't say anything.

After staying at Zhuohua for a while, he went to send the scarred Xiang Feimo to Wei Changqing.

Wei Changqing likes men, because he has a very hot temperament.

This time, I heard that Xiang Feimo treated His Majesty in this way, and he tortured Xiang Feimo even more severely, and didn't even ask the doctor to treat him.

Less than two days later, Xiang Feimo died.

Ye Qingming didn't lift his eyelids when he heard the news.

There was also a sarcastic smile at the corner of her mouth.

Ye Changge’s favorite person, isn’t it?

It's not that I didn't care about it at all.

It seems that this common port is all in one's own body. If you care about it, it's okay. If you don't care, it's nothing.

She put down the book in her hand and looked at the candlelight on one side, light or dark.

"His Majesty--"

At this moment, Jinhuan walked in, behind him, followed by a servant, with a tray in his hand.

"Your Majesty, I'm so tired, let's eat something!"

He smiled and walked over, and put the things on the tray in front of Ye Qingming.

Ye Qingming looked at the bird's nest in front of him, took the spoon, scooped it to his lips, and just touched his lips, she threw it on the ground.

Later, the bowl of bird's nest was also thrown on the ground by her.

"His Majesty!"

Seeing Ye Qingming's moodiness, Ding Huan quickly knelt down on the ground.

"It's so hot, just send it to me, somebody..."

With an order from Ye Qingming, a group of people quickly entered.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

When Jinhuan saw this posture, his face turned pale with fright.

I'm going to pull Ye Qingming's hem in a hurry.

But Ye Qingming kicked it away.

"Li Jinhuan broke into the cold palace!"

Ye Qingming's light and fluttering words were like a big rock, die-cast on her body.

"His Majesty……"

Li Jinhuan shouted again hoarse, but did not wait for any response.

After being pulled down, Li Jinhuan could still be heard, followed by a shout.

To deal with people like Li Jinhuan, just a random excuse is enough.

Ye Qingming walked outside, looking at the pleasant scenery in the garden, and suddenly wanted to practice swordsmanship.