Fast-passing system: female support, not serious

Chapter 300 The Empress Dowager (26)

As the weather gradually turned cold, Gu Yuqing put on a cloak with foresight.

Wei Qianluo rubbed her little hands, her face was as rosy as a ripe apple, her shoulders shrunk, she murmured like a mosquito, her lips parted slightly: "It's so cold."

It perfectly interprets what love is beautiful, with demeanor but without warmth.

"I announce that the hunting festival has officially begun. The meeting is adjourned." After Gu Yuqing finished speaking briefly, she looked at the 'half-dead' Wei Qianluo.

Her little one huddled on the seat, blinking her eyes lightly, a gust of cold wind hit her, and her body shivered.

When Gu Yuqing saw it, she couldn't help but teased: "I'm telling you to be lazy, you don't want to wear more clothes."

Wei Qianluo curled her lips, looked up at him, and turned her head away from him awkwardly.

Gu Yuqing smiled, took off her cloak, and put it on for her.

With doting eyes, she couldn't help scolding her in a low voice: "Idiot."

"It's good that you're smart." Wei Qianluo raised her head, seeing the cloak on her shoulders, her eyes flashed, and she let out a hum from her throat.

Wei Qianluo gathered her cloak and ran away quickly.

Gu Yuqing bent her lips, and a look of helplessness appeared on the brows.

Wei Qianluo ate the fruit in big mouthfuls, swiped her phone, and thought: I must secretly take pictures of Gu Yuqing.

If you can meet Ah Xiu in the future, show him Gu Yuqing's photo, he will be very surprised.

*
Gu Yuqing returned to the tent, her eyes were lowered, the meaning in her eyes was unclear.

I don't know when the general will show his feet.

*
Ji Ziqing, as the woman waiting for Sun Yu, naturally also came.

As always, she was embroidering the rain lotus picture, and the embroidery needle once again pricked her fingers to bleed.

Ji Ziqing pursed her lips, her expression silent.

Although Hou Sunyu is ambitious, but simple-minded, if the plan fails...

Thinking of this, she smiled slowly.

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Snow was scattered in the sky, and after a while, the snow suddenly became bigger.

Wei Qianluo was in the tent, holding Gu Yuqing's small thermos pot on her mobile phone.

No problem.

As the emperor, Gu Yuqing also had to attend the hunt.

As soon as he shot something, some ministers fawned over him and said, "Your majesty is brave."

……

A moment later, Gu Yuqing casually released an arrow, and everyone heard the sound of being stabbed, and immediately put smiles on their faces.

"The emperor is really powerful..."

Soon, the guard retrieved the arrow with the emperor's seal and shot it at the tree.

Everyone suddenly turned dry and scratched their heads.

Gu Yuqing "..."

Wei Qianluo hid behind the tree, with her starry eyes, excitedly holding a mobile phone to secretly take pictures of Gu Yuqing shooting arrows, of course, the premise is that the flash is turned off.

However, the goose always took pictures of the faces of the officials.

There are always officials who block the camera for no reason.

Wei Qianluo gave a middle finger to a chubby minister, and it was you!

I know you want to show off your presence, but you don't need to steal the spotlight, do you?
Which department?
Ben Bao wants to report you!
Wei Qianluo narrowed her eyes.

After taking photos for a while, she retracted the tent to brush up the dynamics.

Seeing the news posted by her former friends, she couldn't feel her eyes moist, and she felt a little nostalgic.

Gu Yuqing came back with her prey, caught a little drab rabbit and gave it to Wei Qianluo.

Wei Qianluo curved her lips into a smile, but there was no emotion in her eyes.

The hunting festival lasts for a week, and whoever hunts the most animals can ask the emperor for a reward, or even a death-free card.

No.2 and No.3 can also get rewards from the emperor, but they are not as privileged as No.1.

Hou Sunyu, a big-headed and no-brainer, deserves to be called a general. In just one day, he hunted twice as many prey as other high-ranking ministers.

On the first night of the hunting festival, Wei Qianluo sat around the bonfire and ate roasted venison.

I couldn't help thinking about it, if only I could take pictures.

But the goose can only think about it.

(End of this chapter)