The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

This news was absolutely unexpected to her.

Live in the prime minister's mansion?What exactly is this Murong Canghai thinking?

After rebirth, she didn't like uncertain people and things very much, but he, from the first day he appeared, filled her with a sense of uncertainty, which made her very uncomfortable.

"King of the North Courtyard, please!" He was still in shock when he heard Su Buqing's voice from outside.

"Prime Minister Lao Su." What was heard next was Murong Canghai's seemingly polite but indifferent voice.

Su Yueming got up, walked to the gate of the courtyard, looked out through the crack of the door, and saw Murong Canghai standing at the gate of Zhuqin Garden, her father Su Buqing was standing beside him, beside Murong Canghai, elite guards Standing behind him without exception.

Although Su Buqing is a high-ranking prime minister, he can only maintain a humble and cautious attitude in front of Murong Canghai——

Since you can't offend the king of the Northern Court, because you are afraid of offending him, if he breaks the covenant and goes to war with Zhou in a fit of anger, then Su Buqing will kill everyone;

But he represents the Great Zhou after all, so his attitude should not be too humble, otherwise he will lose the majesty of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the emperor.

In short, he could only carefully balance his attitude between humility and dignity.

The emperor entrusted him with such a difficult task.

Murong Canghai seemed to have noticed something, he turned his head suddenly, and looked at Su Yueming's door. Su Yueming quickly retracted his gaze, and turned sideways abruptly, so that Murong Canghai would not notice that she was standing at the door looking at him, with a smile on her face. A rare look of embarrassment appeared.

But because the movement was so sudden, she didn't stop. She backed up and accidentally bumped into the wall. The back of her head was hit with a bang, and it hurt to death.

A rare look of annoyance appeared on her face.

"Miss San, Madam, please go over now, yo, what are you doing behind this door? What happened to your head? Did you hit it?" Her head was still hurting, but the door was suddenly pushed open, and she didn't have time Standing up straight, I heard Huang's mother's surprised voice and shocked expression.

Su Buqing turned her head, and saw that her daughter, who had just been conferred the title of clan concubine, and who was usually calm and self-sufficient, had an uncomfortable look on her face.

But Murong Canghai's eyes contained a hint of meaningful smile.

"Yueming, why are you standing there?" Su Buqing asked. Since he knew that this daughter was conferred the family concubine because of her meritorious service in disaster relief, he had to treat her differently. Now, he even spoke more politely and kindly.

Su Yueming put away the strange expression on his face, and said calmly, "Grandmother sent a message, and my daughter is about to rush over." Saying this, she bowed to Su Buqing and Murong Canghai respectively, and followed Madam Huang to the Yonghe Garden.

Murong Canghai looked at her back, but the smile in his eyes deepened. Su Yueming didn't need to turn his head, but he could feel his fiery gaze, which made her whole body glow.

When we arrived at Yonghe Garden, I saw the old lady sitting on the chair in the middle, with a martial arts belt wrapped around her head, and a huge sapphire inlaid in the middle of the belt, half-closed her eyes and smelling the incense in front of her, Su Yueming signaled the other maids to retreat Going down, she walked over to take Zijuan's hand, and cooked tea soup for her on the fire beside her. She used tweezers to remove the tea ingredients from the tea soup, and replaced it with some new ones.

She was panting slightly, her head still hurt, and her hand holding the tweezers was a little unsteady, and what she was thinking about was still the scene at the door just now.