Chapter 8: It’s not like a good person.

Ink sneaked a big white eye and turned to look at him. He asked a bright smile: "What else should the emperor order?"
Jun Qianche took the ink to go directly to the dressing table, sat down on the bench, took the comb to help her comb the long hair like a waterfall.
Ink's face was flattered and said: "The emperor, this kind of rough work still let the semi-fragrance come! The courtiers can't dare to pay for your respect." Is this the last kindness to be given before death? Just like those who were executed before the execution, they will give them a good meal.
Jun Qian Che looks at the half incense.
The semi-fragrance immediately turned to the front and took the wooden comb in the hands of Jun Qian.
Jun Qian is cold and cold: "Help the Queen to comb a good-looking hairstyle."
Ink did not take it for granted: "What hairstyles are still combed at night? It’s too much trouble to go back."
Jun Qian is cold and cold to her.
Ink and mouth shut up.
The semi-fragrant hand-picked helpless ink combed a beautiful hairstyle, then picked up the gorgeous golden step and prepared to insert her in the hairpin.
Jun Qian Che sees it, but picks up a few full and round pearls to decorate the hair room, making the clouds like hair, more soft and moist. The beauty of the eyes and the hope of the glory of the overflowing, red lips between the light smile.
Ink has to admit that these few randomly embellished pearls are more suitable for these clothes and the hairpin than those gorgeous jewelry. Jun Qian is not worthy of reading countless emperors. This aesthetic vision is really not good. .
The semi-fragrance immediately praised: "The Niangniang is so beautiful tonight."
Jun Qianche looked at her up and down, faintly said: "Go!"
Ink stunned his face: "Where? Where do you mean? Can I go back to Fengyang Palace?"
"Chang Le Palace." Jun Qian Che Yan simple and nuclear.
Ink's face is puzzled: "What to do in Changle Palace? Is it necessary for the emperor to take me to the banquet?"
"You are the empress of the emperor, can't you?" Jun Qian Che always has a thousand-year-old iceberg face.
Ink squatted up and cautiously asked: "Can I not go? I don't like the kind of lively scene." I have time to study how to wear it back!
Jun Qianche apparently had some accidents. He looked at him quietly, raised his palms, stroked her little face, and slowly came to the back of her head, suddenly getting together and kissing her neck.
Half-fragrance, a smile, secretly retired.
Ink stunned again, and when she could push him away in the future, she suddenly had a pain in her neck. She immediately reached out and pushed him away, holding her neck and angered: "Are you a vampire? Why my neck?"

Jun Qian Che did not answer the question, he did not look at the question: "Is the Queen not wanting to see the town Guogong? He really wants to see you as a daughter." I couldn't help but say that I took the ink and walked out.
The Queen Mother of Changle Palace has already arrived, and Baiguan and some of the crickets have been waiting for a long time. With the loud announcement, the emperor took the Queen's hand and walked in.
The ministers and the monks immediately got up and salute: "See the emperor, the empress."
Jun Qianche took the ink to sit down and looked at the people calmly: "Sit down!"
The people immediately took their seats.
Dressed in the graceful and magnificent Queen Mother, the Emperor and the Queen came together, and some of them were unhappy. They asked: "How come the emperor and the empress are coming, the courtiers have been waiting for you for a long time."
Jun Qian Che looked at Mo Yan, and the corner of his mouth was a rare faint smile. He deliberately moderated the tone: "I just had a time in the Longchi Temple."
For the first time, Mo Yan saw Jun Chi, who would laugh. He had to admit that he smiled more charmingly, but his sudden tenderness made her goose bumps. I don't know where he is singing.
When everyone listened to the emperor's words, they all fell on the ink, and when they saw the hickey on her neck, everyone understood what was going on.
At this time, a middle-aged man dressed in armor stood up, prestige, majestic and domineering, watching the empress of the emperor, satisfied with the smile: "The empress is deeply enviable, and it is the blessing of Huachen people."
Mo Yan looked at the old man who stood up. He couldn’t help but sigh and whispered: "This old man is not good at all! Although he is old, but he is angry and body-bone, I am afraid that young people can’t compare, you Look at his eyes, how sharp, the tone of speech is also very cold, the sharp eyebrows standing on the sharp corners, the gaze of eyes, revealing a fierce weather, this old man is not ambitious at first glance, unlike Good man."
The semi-fragrance immediately closes the ink whisper: "The goddess, this is the town of Guogong, your embarrassment."
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