Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 16 Her Birthday
Jiu Que hooked his fingers, patted the position beside him, raised his eyes slightly, "Come."

Like a butterfly, Qing Yange threw herself into Jiu Que's arms skillfully, and pressed her small face against it.

She called softly, "Jiuque~"

Jiu Que stretched out his fingertips, caressed Qing Yange's eyebrows and eyes carelessly, those eyes were as deep as Mo Lian, "Why did you come here?"

To please you, of course.

In order to gain more time to operate forces, I will compete with you!
Qingyange thought so from the bottom of her heart, but she said it beautifully, "Jiuque~ I brought you a robe, let me express my gratitude by the way~"

Jiu Que closed his eyes, Jianmei Xingyu looked at Qing Yange in his arms.

That snow-white face looks beautiful without any makeup, and the galactic eyes are shining brightly, especially the soft and sticky "Jiu Que" one after another, as if scratching his chest.

But his complexion remained the same, his light pink lips parted slightly, "Thank you for what?"

Qing Yange pressed Jiu Que's shoulder doglegly, and said with a smile: "Naturally, it's a gambling house. It's a considerable income to fill the national treasury now."

Jiu Que's well-trimmed eyebrows raised slightly, "Serving the country is my duty."

Qingyange spat viciously in her heart.

If she was really serving the country, she should have handed over all the livelihoods under her command, instead of causing her to waste all her efforts and find a high-sounding reason to get a gambling house.

This is the Regent.

He really is a duplicity person.

Qingyange winked at Qingyuan, "Hurry up and bring Jiuque's robe~"

"Yes~" Qing Yuan immediately went up to meet her, and handed over the wooden box in her hand.

Qing Yange took the wooden box, opened it, took out the robe from it, unfolded it in front of Jiu Que, and shook the well-made black robe.

"How is it? Does it look like new clothes?"

Jiu Que didn't even look at the robe, but lifted Qing Yange's chin, the thin lips gradually approached, but stopped at a distance of a fingertip, his thin lips were as delicate as cherry blossom petals, " Did you wash it yourself?"

Qing Yange's head was frantically lighting up like a chicken pecking at rice, while complaining about his hardships, "Yes, but I washed it myself, I'm serious! Do you know that the water is cool? , my body is weak, alas~"

At the end, he let out a long sigh.

Jiu Que evoked a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Then why is the fragrance on this robe the same as that on yours? Don't tell me that you also washed your clothes by yourself."

Qing Yange's expression was slightly stagnant, damn it, she forgot that the clothes washed in the palace would be dried with fragrance, and she loves the fragrance of daisies, so naturally all the clothes in the palace were baked with the fragrance of daisies .

"What? No answer?" Jiu Que's smile became more and more indifferent, and he asked.

Qingyange's little hands had no place to rest, suddenly she thought about it, her watery eyes that looked like clear springs in a mountain stream flickered, "Jiuque~ I'm going to grow up next month!"

Jiu Que: "..."

Qingyange gritted her teeth, and said again: "Do you have any gift you want to give me?"

Jiu Que looked at the cattail fan with big watery eyes like an elk in front of him, and the chill on his face faded a bit.

Qingyange was an obstacle on his way to the throne, and he should have taken his life.

For some reason, since the day when the assassination failed, the woman in front of her has become more and more pleasing to the eye.

Now that I think about it, it's not bad to have such a spoiled wild cat.

Occasionally tease her, and then sharpen her claws.

Jiu Que pursed his lips, but rarely said compassionately: "What do you want?"

Qing Yange didn't expect that she just asked casually to change the subject, but Jiu Que would really give it away!
"Don't say anything." Jiu Que picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and spoke lazily and carelessly.

Only then did Qing Yange react, and quickly grabbed Jiu Que's sleeve robe and shook it, "I want a pet!"

"Why?" Jiu Que felt a little surprised. Don't ordinary women like silk, satin, jewelry and other accessories?
Where would a woman keep a pet?
"Because the palace is so boring!" Qing Yange's beautiful facial features wrinkled together.

In this damn ancient time, there is no glory of the king, no chicken, no cola fried chicken wings, she is really boring.

And as a princess, she can't go out and explore casually.

That day I wanted to climb a tree on a whim, but before I even got close to the tree trunk, all the court ladies and fathers-in-law were so scared that they all knelt down, crying and saying that the princess should pay attention to the phoenix body.

She had no choice but to give up.

A gleam of light flashed across Jiu Que's eyes, and that pleasant voice sounded, "Okay."

The next day.

Jiu Que came to the government in person.

In order to beat Nangong Yunzheng and the flood disaster in the south.

At this moment, he was leaning on the pear blossom wooden chair, holding a cup of high-quality Longjing tea in his hand, the tea leaves were floating and sinking, and wisps of green smoke drifted away.

His eyes glanced faintly at Nangong Yunzheng who was lying sprawled on the cushion, letting the two children crawl around on him.

Until I saw one of the children sitting directly on Nangong Yunzheng's face.

Jiu Que frowned inexplicably, but sneered, "Nangong Yunzheng, you don't deal with so many things in the court, but you are taking care of the children in the house day and night?"

Nangong Yunzheng touched the two soft and sticky little guys, and the pampering in his eyes was almost overflowing.

He grinned his thin lips, and said triumphantly, "Why, are you jealous, Lord Regent?"

Jiu Que frowned slightly: "Why am I jealous of you?"

"Because I have a pair of children, but you are alone!" Nangong Yunzheng said as a matter of course, and finally lifted the child's buttocks lightly, revealing provocative eyes.

Nangong Yunzheng and Jiu Que are the same age, and the two families are family friends. The two grew up together and have a very good relationship. Naturally, Nangong Yunzheng can show his braids in front of Jiu Que.

Jiu Que chuckled disdainfully, "I'm happy alone, it's not like you want to tie your wife and children to your body, for fear of being snatched away by others."

Nangong Yunzheng held the child in his arms, sat up slowly, shook his head, and sighed: "You are an ascetic monk who has lived for thousands of years, you can't appreciate my fun!"

Jiu Que took a sip of tea, put the teacup on the table, raised his well-trimmed eyebrows slightly, "Oh? How about I remove your position as a political adviser, and you can concentrate on spending time with your wife and children at home?"

Hearing that Nangong Yunzheng was very anxious, the rations of the whole family depended on this money!

He immediately showed a flattering smile, his face was smiling like a sunflower in full bloom, and his tone was extremely intimate, "My lord regent~ why did you come to the house today to find me~"

(End of this chapter)