Chapter 304 ‘Your Prime Minister is dying’
Yang Jun and Rong Qing had escorted the empress back and had a panoramic view of this scene.
It wasn't once or twice that the empress teased people, but there was always something different at this moment.
Yang Jun glanced sideways at Rong Qing: "You don't look angry."
Rong Qing is not young, he is mature, steady, taciturn and dull. Because he has experienced many major changes, he has been able to avoid being angry or angry.
But as long as he is a living person, he always has emotions and desires, and his attitude towards His Majesty is different.
Even though he was only loyal to His Majesty before, after almost becoming a corpse puppet last time, Yang Jun could feel that Rong Qing's attitude towards the empress was slightly different.
Especially this time, the empress stabbed him so many times, but he remained silent and his attitude never changed.
Rong Qing could keep his composure, but he didn't show any obvious signs, but he couldn't hide it from Yang Jun, who had worked with him for many years.
Rong Qing couldn't hear Yang Jun's probing and teasing. He was still emotionless. He just said something lightly and strode to catch up with the empress.
"I am thirty-six this year."
For a man, he was in his prime, but he was fourteen years older than the empress.
The age of fourteen between a man and a woman is not enough to prevent them from getting married and falling in love, but they are still king and subject.
She is the king and he is the minister.
Lou Xiang, Song Junzhan and Feng Yin, he saw with his own eyes His Majesty's affair with them, and also saw with his own eyes the empress's ruthlessness and coldness.
Lou Xiang tried his best to get on the dragon bed, but the empress did not indulge in it at all.
Prime Minister Song was as tender as water, but what the Empress valued more was his ability to govern the country.
Young Master Feng Yin is the most beloved by the Empress, but to this day, Your Majesty has long forgotten about him.
They are all younger and more handsome than him, but none of them can get His Majesty's love or keep His Majesty's heart.
And he can't compare to them in anything, only martial arts and loyalty.
He couldn't control the emotion that suddenly grew in his heart, but he could control himself.
He remembers his identity, his age, and the meaning of his life.
His goal in life is not the dragon's bed, nor the apex of His Majesty's heart, but to be His Majesty's blade and the last shield within one foot of His Majesty's surroundings.
As for anger and jealousy?
He is protecting His Majesty, what does other people have to do with him?
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Xiao Li thought he might be drunk.
If he wasn't drunk, how could he see Song Junzhan sitting in his room?
Dressed in smoky green clothes, with only a jade hairpin on his head, his figure is thin and his appearance is unremarkable.
This look seemed to go back to the time when Xiao Li first saw him, sick and weak, but upright and upright.
The green clothes are elegant, handsome and elegant, casual and indifferent, just like a banished immortal.
A pair of auspicious phoenix eyes are slightly deep, with sparkling eyes, and a slight smile. Just one glance can make people lose their soul.
Xiao Li stepped in: "Why are the young masters here?"
A title that made Song Junzhan smile even deeper.
“I’ve come to meet friends from afar. Is there anyone who would welcome me?”
Xiao Li smiled and said: "Welcome naturally, Red Moon, prepare wine and food."
Xiao Li had drank a lot, but when he saw Song Junzhan, his mood was different, so it didn't hurt to have another drink.
No matter how good Xiao Li was, they just wanted to have a drink together, but Song Junzhan was not satisfied with drinking a glass of wine with His Majesty.
After more than a year of hard work, His Majesty finally woke up. Less than two months later, His Majesty left for three months.
He was so wrapped up in a cocoon of lovesickness that he almost suffocated.
He has a gentle temper, but gentleness means tolerance and suppression. No matter how good-tempered a person is, some emotions will collapse once they are suppressed to a certain level. People who banish immortals will be unable to control themselves when they are infected with lust.
He grabbed Xiao Li's hand without making too many movements. He just held on and rubbed it carefully to relieve the lovesickness that was about to swell to the point of drowning him.
He wrote down all the political affairs of the DPRK in detail in his letter. He had nothing to report to His Majesty. Now he was just Song Junzhan, and he only came to see His Majesty.
There were thousands of things to say in his heart, but when he really saw him, he found that besides government affairs, he didn't know what else to talk about with His Majesty.
Sweet words and vows of eternal love? Not suitable for them.
Countless thoughts passed through my mind, and finally I realized that just sitting quietly like this was already good.
Xiao Li was held by Song Junzhan with one hand and picked up the third glass of wine with the other.
However, the wine was snatched away from him as soon as it reached his lips. Song Junzhan drank the wine in one gulp, leaned forward and kissed her.
With a little eagerness, but endless tenderness.
"Your Majesty. Your Majesty"
One after another, husky and sexy, tempting the heart and soul.
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Song Junzhan looked at him with a fairy spirit, but Xiao Li always felt that he was more like a vixen. When he came close to her with eyes full of affection, no one could resist him.
Xiao Li was drunk, and she didn't know how she fell asleep in the end, but she could feel someone in her arms. The faint scent of medicine mixed with the scent of ink was gentle and refreshing, and it smelled especially good.
Early the next morning, Xiao Li got up and she was the only one on the bed.
She felt a little strange, but she just assumed that Song Junzhan had gotten up early, but after she washed and had a meal, she asked: "Where is Song Junzhan?"
Logically speaking, Song Junzhan should have come to accompany her for breakfast, but why didn't he see anyone?
Hongyue looked surprised: "Your Majesty, are you missing the Prime Minister?"
This time it was Xiao Li's turn to be confused: "What did you say?"
Hongyue thought Xiao Li was drunk and confused, and explained with a smile: "Your Majesty, we are in Yanping Prefecture, and the Prime Minister is in the capital."
Xiao Li was a little unbelievable: "Song Junzhan came last night, Hongyue, didn't you also serve food and wine?"
Hongyue: "His Majesty did let the slaves serve wine and food last night, but His Majesty fell asleep after drinking three glasses of wine. The slaves washed His Majesty together, and there was no Prime Minister."
Several other maids nodded repeatedly and confirmed that Hong Yue's words were true.
Xiao Li still didn't want to believe that last night was so real, but it was just her dream?
Xiao Li didn't say anything else. They said she was drunk, so just think she was drunk, but she was always a little inexplicably panicked, as if something bad was about to happen.
While she was having breakfast uneasily, an extremely dark human figure appeared next to her in the bright sky.
‘Your Prime Minister is dying’
He didn't speak, only looked at her with a pair of bloody eyes, and his voice was transmitted to her mind.
Xiao Li suddenly had a lump in his throat and struggled to swallow the food in his mouth: "Song Junzhan is going to die?"
Xiao Li didn't believe it. Song Junzhan was surrounded by a group of people with strong martial arts skills, and the silver-armored guards in the capital also tried their best to protect him.
Song Junzhan was either in the palace or his mansion every day, so it was the safest.
The black consciousness waved his hand, and a picture appeared in Xiao Li's mind.
There was a fire in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the assassins rushed to kill him. The guards and silver-armored guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion fought hard, but they did not expect a traitor to appear, and they jumped into the frozen lake with Song Junzhan in their arms.
The ice surface of the lake was smashed open and it sank directly.
The scene behind was gone, but Xiao Li could imagine that even if Song Junzhan wasn't injured, it would be very bad.
He had always been weak and could not withstand the ice blisters.
(End of chapter)