The queen is charming, but powerful ministers lure her to seize power and usurp the throne

Zhe Sang's eyes moved secretly, and he asked tentatively, "Does the Prime Minister and Vice General Zhou walk together on a daily basis?"

Gu Heng raised his eyelids and asked, "Isn't it a sign from the empress?"

"Forehead,"

It was indeed what she meant, but she was beating around the bush, couldn't he be gentler too?

It was probably because Gu Heng saw her struggling all night, flattering her with a fake smile, peeling grapes with his own hands, um, and deliberately playing tricks on him.

Anyway, he decided to show mercy and let her go.

In short, it's not that he's soft-hearted.

"Tomorrow at the end of Shenshi time, Bifeng Pavilion in Xiaonanshan."

Finally achieving his wish, Zhe Sang smiled happily at first, but then froze soon after.

"The Prime Minister has already made an appointment?"

Gu Heng ignored her and started tinkering with the tea set with great interest.

"When was it decided?" Zhe Sang asked.

"The day before yesterday." He said lazily.

In other words, the day after she told him about Zhou Siyang, he made an appointment.

"Are you just saying it now?" Her eyes were dark.

Her expression is indeed somewhat wonderful.

He twisted some tea leaves with his slender fingers and threw them into the pot. His movements were cool and casual. He didn't pay attention to the tedious steps of making tea, but he did it more gracefully and comfortably than she had practiced for days.

"Your Majesty doesn't look very happy. Could it be that I've made a mistake?"

He clearly asked this on purpose!For the first time, I found his smiling look very irritating!
"If I don't ask, when are you going to tell me?"

"If your Majesty doesn't care, there is no need to bother your Majesty with such trivial matters."

Gu Heng raised his hand to lift the pot. The dark purple silk cuffs slid down loosely, revealing the white lining. From the wrist to the fingertips, it looked like a painting. The lines were smooth and simple, but it contained strength and beauty. One body.

His hands were very beautiful and cunning. If they were a little longer, they would look weird and strange. If they were a little short, they would be ordinary.

The night breeze blows gently, and the tea is like a thin pillar, and a water arc jumps into the jade teacup with finely carved pine and cypress patterns.

Really beautiful.

Zhe Sang looked away and thought to himself, what kind of material are these clothes made of? It makes people feel itchy because they are slippery.

If it were made into obscene clothing, it would be soft and comfortable to wear. Zhe Sang couldn't help but think about the person in front of him wearing loose and slippery obscene clothing.She couldn't help but blush slightly, and pinched herself secretly.

What did you just say?Oh, he kept it secretly from himself.

"How can it be a trivial matter? Prime Minister Gu has helped me a lot. Just tell me earlier next time so that I can feel relieved earlier."

After a quick burst of momentum, he failed again. Because his thoughts suddenly went astray, Zhe Sang felt a little guilty for no reason, and his momentum was a little weaker.

Gu Heng was a little surprised by this, and Zhe Sang felt even more guilty when he saw it.

The thought he just had seemed to really blaspheme him, and Zhe Sang also began to reflect secretly.

She used to be interested in Fu Rong, but she never had such charming thoughts.

Why did she start thinking randomly when the person opposite poured her tea?

For no reason, she thought of the kiss just now, and there was a sour taste on the tip of her tongue. The touch and the sweetness of the grapes seemed to still remain.

"Why do you keep staring at your hands?"

Gu Heng asked doubtfully, but his hand was deliberately placed in front of Zhe Sang's eyes.

"Can you see any clues?"

Zhe Sang:......

She was distracted just now, and her eyes happened to stop on his hand.

His hands are beautiful, with a thin layer of hard calluses on the palms and fingertips.

It's itchy when it's gentle, and tingling when it's fierce.

"Is your wife very hot?" he asked suddenly.

"It's not hot." Zhe Sang was confused.

It's an autumn night, it's in the mountains again, the night wind blows constantly, how can it be hot?
"Then why is the queen blushing?"

The blush on her face, which was not obvious at night, suddenly boiled up when he said this, like water boiling in a pot, turning completely red.

She opened her mouth, and after a while she struggled to change her words, "Well, yes, it's hot, a little hot."

Gu Heng pushed a cup of tea he had just poured in front of her, and he was kind enough not to expose her clumsy lie.

(End of this chapter)