Dressed as the white moonlight of the blackened male protagonist

Chapter 81
These three historians were the former emperors, that is, her father, the old courtiers who fought with gold and iron horses, so they were very loyal to her, the empress, and she was reluctant to leave after retirement, so she found such an official position.

Relying on her outstanding literary talents, Yunxia wrote "The History of Ziyun Chronicles" with full of writing, saying that it is for future generations to support them in the glory of the prosperous age of Ziyun Kingdom.

Looking at the "hill-shaped" memorial in front of him, Yu Ziyao waved his phoenix robe and brush.

It's quite like the domineering president in the bloody text giving advice.

Xiaoqi seemed to feel Yu Ziyao's mood swings in the space station, and asked with shaking hands: 【Qianqian, what are you going to do...? 】

She grinned at the corner of her lips, "Xie Mei" smiled, "Oh, nothing can trouble me 'Yu Aotian'."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the brush and commented on the memorial.

As soon as Ning Yunxiao, who came back late, entered the door of the imperial study, he saw Her Majesty the Empress writing in a frantic pen for the first time...

When I got closer, I saw four large characters written in flying and phoenix dances at the bottom of the memorial.

[Well written. 】

Ning Yunxiao twitched the corner of his mouth in a rare way, stretched out that white transparent palm to caress his forehead...

What a pity, such a good handwriting.

When Yu Ziyao saw Ning Yunxiao, he seemed to see a sweet pastry, no matter whether he was a traitor, a courtier or a courtier, his little eyes looked like a savior.

She doesn't know how to criticize memorials, but the minister can...and is very good at it.

And Ning Yunxiao was stunned for a moment when he saw Yu Ziyao's shining beautiful eyes looking at him with grievances and eagerness.

The girl had already changed back into the luxurious black phoenix robe embroidered with gold, and her long hair was half loose like a waterfall, which set off her delicate features beautifully.

Ning Yunxiao came back to her senses, and instantly understood the meaning behind Yu Ziyao's small eyes.

He pinched his chin and raised his eyebrows, thinking about the male waiter who brought grapes to Yu Ziyao before, and the four beauties who just fed the girl.

Raise a man in the palace, raise a woman outside the palace...

I also want him to approve the memorial, huh.

The man walked over and sat next to Yu Ziyao, the old god was there, he raised his chin with one hand and looked at the girl lightly, and glanced at the memorial that commented on the four big characters [well written] , Thin lips spat out and opened slowly, "Continue writing."

Yu Ziyao: Huh huh...

Is it because the minister didn't understand her hint, it seems that she should add another fire, in order not to criticize the memorial, what is morality?
I saw Yu Ziyao put down the brush in his hand, slowly turned his small face to the side and looked straight at Ning Yunxiao, his beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his purple glass-like eyes were crystal clear with mist.

Ning Yunxiao remained calm on his face.

The fingers under the table quietly pinched the robe tightly.

Seeing that the fire was not enough, Yu Ziyao continued to work hard, and stretched out her tender little hand to hold the man's arm. The crescent moon white robe and the black phoenix robe set off each other like a picture scroll, beautiful and harmonious.

The girl's eyes looked at the man in front of her, her bright red lips parted slightly, and she exhaled like blue, "Yunxiao, help me."

Ning Yunxiao's back tightened, and he turned his face slightly.

There was still no emotion on the face, but the earlobe was slightly red.

This was the first time a girl opened her mouth to call his name... No, hold back.

Moreover, she fouled...

It's so cute.

Qiqi in the inner world was shocked, 【The host is too hard... who can stand this. 】

But how can a mortal minister be compared to a mortal? The man turned back to look at the girl, forcibly suppressing his longing for her. The darkness in those obsidian-like black eyes flashed away and returned to normal. Even the girl didn't aware.

He looked indifferently at the girl who was grabbing his sleeve, and slowly said with thin lips, "A kiss, and a roll of memorial."

　PS: What is black belly, this is it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)