"Sister-in-law, are you still used to it these two days?"

Su Qing looked at Luo Bing and asked.

Today's Luo Bing is wearing a white silk dress, with long hair in a coil, full of human and wife charm.

"There's nothing you're not used to, there's nothing missing in the palace, just caring about the brothers of the Honghua Congregation." Luo Bing smiled, and then sighed faintly.

Suddenly, Su Qing hugged her.

Immediately after, a team of palace maids passed quickly.

Luo Bing was already used to it. Every time there was an outsider, Su Qing would do something to her.

At first, I suspected that Su Qing was deliberately taking advantage of her, but soon found that she had misunderstood.

Su Qing looked at her with pure eyes, and apologized sincerely and ashamed afterwards, obviously a gentleman.

What he did was just to be careful. After all, in this deep palace, he was alone and helpless. The only thing he could do was to be careful and careful.

So now she's used to it.

One day Su Qing didn't hug her to wipe some oil.

Instead, she was a little worried.

She obviously didn't realize that Su Qing was making her develop a habit and dependence.

"If you're bored, you can go out to the palace tomorrow. Kangxi's son Laoba will celebrate his father's birthday." Su Qing said, hugging her waist.

Luo Bing chuckled: "If they knew that you were impersonating, they would have wanted to scratch you."

"Then it's best not to be discovered, otherwise our family will become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks." Su Qing said.

Luo Bing's ears reddened: "Bah, bah, what nonsense are you talking about, I'm a married woman, who and your Highness are desperate, really."

"Yes, yes, a slip of the tongue, it's because you are called a mandarin duck knife." Su Qing let out a haha.

Every day is trying to go further.

Luo Bing's line of defense has become weaker and weaker.

It's time to take it a step further next time.

………………

Time turned to the next day.

Eighth brother invited other brothers to his house to celebrate the birthday of their dear emperor Amma.

Su Qing went with Luo Bing and Qingchuan.

Qingchuan was really powerless to complain about his fellow villager, and he was extremely distracted.

And also love the new and hate the old.

But she also had to admit that if she transmigrated into Wu Zetian, she would definitely play better than him.

As for now, it can only be played.

"The Emperor is here—"

With Xiao Dezi shouted loudly.

The elder brothers in the hospital knelt down one after another.

After Su Qing entered the gate, they said in unison, "My son sees Huang Ama, and I wish Huang Ama a blessing like the East China Sea and a long life like Nanshan."

"Haha, if I were as lucky as the East China Sea, you should be really anxious." Su Qing was eccentric.

The elder brothers lowered their heads.

"My son doesn't dare."

"Okay, let's all get up." Su Qing walked directly to the top chair and sat down.

Qingchuan and Luo Bing sat around him, one poured wine for him, and the other fed her fruit.

It is quite uncomfortable.

Immediately afterwards, the filial sons offered birthday gifts in turn.

Soon on the Eighth brother.

The eighth brother said, "What my son has prepared for Huang Ama is neither a treasure nor an exotic beast. I believe that Huang Ama will definitely not be disappointed after reading it."

Hearing this, everyone was a little curious.

Even Su Qing was a little curious.

Give a gift, can you still play flowers?

A black-haired shawl, wearing a veil, with a silk scarf covering her face, revealing her navel, a graceful woman holding a jade pipa and walking in lotus steps.

Su Qing's eyes lit up: "Okay! Old eight, this gift is good, old eight, I am very satisfied and moved by your filial piety! I have to say that you have always been good at picking women, Luo Qingchuan is very moist, this girl looks Don't do it either, send me to the palace."

Luo Qingchuan couldn't help but want to scold her mother, Gan! When the real faint-hearted prince comes, there is no likeness of you, a transmigrator.

Luo Bing's heart was full of pity, what a proud and clean man the third prince is, but now he is forced to pretend to be a lecherous and ignorant monarch.

It really hurt him too.

And the eighth brother has been stunned.

Again?

Fuck, why is it always me who gets hurt!

At the same time, the clear-wearing female Martel Ruoxi, who was holding a pipa, was also stunned, her mind went blank.

The other elder brothers secretly scolded the old man for being shameless, and then regretted why they didn't think of this trick.

I knew that I would send beautiful women directly to Huang Ama.

Brother Ba said quickly: "Huang Ama, this is Ruoxi, the younger sister of Erchen Fujin Ruolan, Erchen did not want to give her as a gift, but asked her to sing a little song she composed for Huang A. Ma."

His bowels are full of regrets, why did he let his sister-in-law appear! Daddy saw it again!

"Oh? You can actually sing songs? I appreciate her even more. Let's listen to the songs first." Su Qing said.

Ruoxi saluted, her slender jade fingers moved the pipa, her lips parted slightly, "I want to control myself..."

"Pfft-"

Su Qing and Luo Qingchuan sprayed out at the same time.

The two looked at each other, and they all heard it, this is Cecilia Cheung's wish!

Good guy, another clear-cut girl.

How many women want to travel to Miteqing to be a brother's rpq!

"The wine is poisonous! Protect the emperor!"

Zhang Zhaozhong was startled and shouted.

All the elder brothers also got up one after another.

Su Qing waved his hand: "It's okay, step back, I just choked, there is no poison in the wine."

The elder brothers breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, there was also a faint disappointment. It was really filial.

"Don't sing the tune, I don't like this tune of moaning for no reason, just send people into the palace." Su Qing looked at the eighth brother and said.

"No!" Ruoxi couldn't help exclaiming.

Su Qing's face sank: "Why, you can't be wronged by serving me! Do you want to resist the decree!"

"No...it's just the first time I saw the emperor, and the emperor was a little rude. After all, the emperor was a generation of wise monarchs, and in the eyes of the ministers and daughters, he was always unparalleled, like the sun in the sky." Ruoxi was still a little anxious.

Su Qing picked on the bones: "It's interesting, tell me, how can I be a generation of Mingjun."

Damn, actually said that Mazi is a generation of Mingjun.

Eyes can be donated to others if they are not used.

"The minister would like to write a poem for His Majesty." Ruoxi breathed a sigh of relief, she believed that once the next poem was read, it would definitely make Kangxi happy.

Clearing his throat: "The scenery of the northern country, the snow drifting in thousands of miles, looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, but there is nothing but Mangmang..."

Su Qing: "..."

Luo Qingchuan: "..."

Do you dare to copy the poems of great men?

Moreover, is Kang Mazi worthy of this poem? Tolerable or unbearable!

"Shut up!" Su Qing shouted angrily.

Everyone was taken aback.

They looked at Su Qing for unknown reasons, because they all thought this poem was very good.

Su Qing's face was gloomy: "How dare you use other people's poems to deceive me, do you think I'm a fool? Someone read this poem to me a few years ago, and clearly stated that this poem was written by a great character. Now you have the cheek to take it for yourself, what is your intention!"

Just don't give Wen Duo a chance to survive!

Martell Ruoxi died on the spot.

Gan, no way, there are still seniors?

And have already copied this poem?

She never dreamed that her way would be blocked by the senior who crossed first.

After that, she has suffered too much for crossing over!