Fast time travel: Tea-type beauties flirt with crazy paranoid bosses

Happy?
A hint of sarcasm flashed in Chi Yao's heart. In this palace, she was always happy on the surface of hypocrisy.

She put her hands on her chest involuntarily, feeling the temperature of the fabric, as if it still carried the smell of Su Ziqing just now.

She couldn't help but pursed the corners of her mouth lightly, and a smile appeared on her face unconsciously.

At least someone still cares about her.

Chi Yao's grip on the lapel was getting stronger and stronger, and a flash of firmness flashed in her eyes, as if she was making up her mind.

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Su Ziqing left the palace early the next morning.

After paying his respects to the empress, he excused himself and left. After staying for a few days, the empress could not keep him.

When he came, everyone embraced him, but when he left, he went alone.

The morning air always has a bitter taste, and when it is inhaled into the throat, it makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

He gently turned the beads, and the large Buddha beads fluttered slightly in the morning wind. The coldness between his eyebrows and eyes inexplicably gave him a fairy-like temperament, such as ink and picturesque, people dare not speak loudly, fearing the heavenly beings.

The vermilion wall tiles are the shops in the market, and the early peddlers seem to be sleepy, fiddling with the things on the stalls lifelessly.

Just like this silent palace, no one made any loud noises, and no one came rushing.

He looked back at the residence where Chi Yao's palace was located, and the look in his eyes could only be seen clearly, but he could also feel an inexplicable emotion.

The palace opened for him is behind him, after many years, maybe we don't know when we will meet again, if this fails, I'm afraid...

[The hero's blackening value is 60. 】

Just as Su Ziqing turned to leave and was about to step out of the palace gate, a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind him.

He stopped subconsciously, but didn't dare to turn around to see who that person was.

"Qing Ding Buddha..."

The girl's sweet and soft voice was stuttering and panting slightly, just calling his Dharma name softly.

A smile flashed across his eyes, and he tried his best to hold back the surprise on his face.

[The hero's blackening value is 50. 】

He pretended to be calm on the surface and a little cold, and there was a sense of distance between his eyebrows and eyes that was the same as in the past, which made people feel far away.

"Your Highness, what's the matter?"

"The frost and dew in the morning are a bit heavy. The empress asked me to send her a cloak to protect the Buddha from the cold."

Su Ziqing saluted in the direction of the queen's palace.

"Thank you, Madam, for your concern, and thank you...His Royal Highness for sending you off."

Chi Yao coughed softly, and a suppressed and fragmented voice sounded from her throat from time to time. She held a handkerchief to cover the corner of her mouth weakly, and the posture of weak willow Fufeng made people feel distressed.

Su Ziqing frowned subconsciously, took a step forward involuntarily, but stood still and looked at her as if remembering something.

"The dew is heavy, Your Royal Highness should go back to the bedroom early."

"The poor monk will not accept this cloak, and the poor monk will leave first."

Chi Yao took the clothes from the palace man beside her, beckoning Su Ziqing to bend down.

"I know that the Buddha doesn't like luxury, but the weather is too cold, so I ask the Buddha to take this cloak, don't let the wind and cold come to you."

Her voice seemed soft, but in fact, everyone around her could hear it clearly.

"Besides, this is also what the empress wanted, and please don't refute the empress's kindness."

"And... Ben Gong's kindness."

The last sentence was Chi Yao whispering in his ear with an airy voice, and the palace people next to them all lowered their heads, not knowing their small movements at all.