Chapter 101: Emperor Shi (41)

"It's just some trivial matter of the Criminal Ministry, why are you so angry?"
The youth's pleasant voice is like pearls and jade, with a low-magnetic and clear texture, like clear and clean spring water, listening to it can calm people's hearts.
With that, Shen Qingjue stepped up and walked behind Chu Yanhuan.
Chu Yanhuan: "?"
He put the memorial in his hand on the table, then stretched out his slender white hand and gently dropped it on the girl's temple.
The hands are very beautiful, exquisite like works of art, the knuckles are slender, the porcelain white is as fine as jade, and the nails are neatly trimmed.
The young man lowered his delicate eyebrows and said softly: "You have been dealing with memorials for so many days. You should be very tired. I'll help you press it."
Chu Yanhuan was taken aback for a moment, and then whispered "thank you".
The young man's cool fingertips touched his skin lightly, causing little tremors, and the strength of neither light nor heavy was just right.
Chu Yanhuan closed her eyes slightly, her curly long eyelashes were thick and beautiful, and the faint cyan under her eyelids symbolized her fatigue.
She almost fell asleep.
Shen Qingjue looked at Chu Yanhuan quietly, her delicate eyebrows sank slightly, and a little worry appeared.
Since the death of Emperor Xian.
Her temperament has changed a lot, and her previous innocence has disappeared.
The temperament is steady day by day, and he has become more and more like a king, but it has also gradually become eccentric and moody.
He was really... very worried.
After helping Chu Yanhuan massage her temples for a while, she actually fell asleep directly, and then Shen Qingjue hugged her up and placed it on the soft couch aside.
Put on sleeping incense.
Cover her with a thin quilt and tuck the quilt carefully.
Suddenly, the girl opened her beautiful dark eyes and looked straight at each other, her delicate eyebrows were full of guard and deep coldness.
Shen Qingjue paused with her white hands and opened her lips: "Why look at me like this?"
Seeing that it was him, Chu Yan's alertness between Huan's eyebrows slowly faded, he pinched his eyebrows with a headache, and shook his head, "Nothing."
Shen Qingjue gave a wry smile. He slowly leaned down, knelt in front of the other party on one knee, raised his hand to touch her hair, and sighed, "I'm sorry for you."
Chu Yanhuan's eyes trembled, her blushing lips moved, but she didn't say anything.
The young man stretched out his hand and held the girl's hand, his slender and beautiful lips fell on the back of her hand, and a shallow kiss was dropped.
"Weichen wished all his life, and wish your Majesty be safe and happy throughout his life."
Inexplicable piety.
For a long time, Chu Yanhuan smiled slightly at the youth in front of him.
"Thank you for being with me at this time."
The girl's eyebrows were crooked, her eyes and teeth were bright.
The same as before.
Suddenly, Chu Yanhuan chuckled softly, "Why haven't you seen you being so polite before, what is your majesty, call my name."
Shen Qingjue was taken aback for a moment, and the corners of Ying Hong's lips curled up with a shallow arc, and she said softly, "Yan Huan."
...
Natural disasters always come unexpectedly.
During the floods in the Wei River, the people along the Wei River were exhausted all day long, and the spring rains continued to patter. In the past few days, the officials of the Ministry of Industry have been able to control the water for several days, but they have little effect.
In addition, midway officials are full of private pockets and embezzled disaster relief funds, which makes the situation worse.
The most frightening thing is that a sudden plague spread quietly with the arrival of the flood.
Suddenly, the corpses were everywhere, and the people were unhappy, and the people complained.
The disaster was reported to Beijing, and the empress was furious and ordered a thorough investigation.
...
At the Temple of Jinluan, the emperor was angry, and everyone bowed their heads.
The empress above the high position, her eyebrows and eyes were dull as water.
Those beautiful and exquisite eyes were sharp, even cruel.
"Why, everyone is dumb now, aren't they very good at talking?"
The ministers looked at each other, one by one was as quiet as a chicken, and no one dared to be such a bird.
"I am not raising you to eat plain rice. If you can't do anything, you will all get me back home to farm!"