Type Month; My Fiancée is Political

"Damn guy, not only stole your majesty, but also bullied me like that."

Lightly pursing her lips, she wiped her hands first, and then Ying Yaoxue saw the ointment with an unpleasant smell.

"Well"

She put the hair on her forehead slightly behind her ears, and after thinking about it, the head maid felt that the air was filled with a smell that she didn't like.

If that's the case, then maybe try to get revenge.

Looking at Yuan Liuyuan, who was only breathing, Ying Yaoxue completely forgot the stupid thing he had done a few hours ago.

Slowly approaching the man's profile, she hesitated for a while, and finally dipped her hands in the ointment, ready to draw something like a big-faced cat.

Pop! Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was Yuanliuyuan's unconscious shaking, and he turned over, the man's action surprised Ying Yaoxue.

The uneasily twisted body knocked over the medicine bottle next to it, and along the mouth of the bottle, most of the remaining bottle of ointment was poured onto Ying Yaoxue's clothes.

""

Looking at the strange traces of ointment on his body, Ying Yaoxue's expression was very dull.

Not knowing what to say, she thought for a while, walked to the bookshelf, and placed the lace lilies that Genryuyuan had read before, and placed them in their original positions.

Then, she took off her boots and looked at someone lying on the bed.

"His Majesty"

The slightly converging moonlight shines on the girl's face, which further brings out a glamorous and beautiful look. Her cold lips are slightly open. She wants to say something, but in the end she doesn't know how to say it.

After hesitating for a long time, his expression could only be calm again.

"Forget it, right should be a dream."

Closing her eyes slightly, the head maid could feel her heart turmoil.

Like a light blown by the breeze, the softened face was thinking about something.

The moonlight was hazy, just like the books she hid under the bed.

"How to fall in love with a male master"

chapter one hundred and sixteen

"Bah"

It's been a long time since I had such a comfortable dream. Waking up from the endless darkness, Ying Yaoxue didn't know how long she slept.

For two thousand years, immersed sleep is always a careful time, almost forgetting "sleep"

The meaning of these two words, she found that the sunlight outside the window was a little dazzling.

"I'm asleep"

The last moment of memory is Yuan Liuyuan's sleeping smiling face, shaking her head, the head maid realized that she woke up in bed.

And around her were neatly tidy desks, ordered medicine bottles, and a piece of white paper: "I washed your clothes for you, be careful next time."

The folded clean shirt was placed on the bed, looking at the only moon-white underwear he had left, Ying Yaoxue's long black hair was slightly messy with the wind.

"Damn guy"

Saying so, the girl's earlobe quietly climbed a layer of pale pink, which formed a sharp contrast with the icy and glamorous expression on her face.

"By the way, your hair is beautiful, and it's not too neatly tied."

The last sentence on the paper seemed dispensable, and sighed "boring"

, Ying Yaoxue did not shred the paper and throw it away, but carefully pressed it under the bed.

Some things, some secrets, it is better to never see the light.

With this thought in mind, Ying Yaoxue went to the bathroom to take a shower, preparing for a new day's work.

Just after taking a bath and changing into new clothes, just as the eldest maid was about to dress up, she suddenly remembered the words in the letter.

"Is the hair beautiful"

The waterfall-like three thousand green silks are usually tightly bound, and it looks like strangers are not allowed to enter. Even if they have a splendid appearance, no man in the whole Qin Dynasty dares to look and spy on Ying Yaoxue's identity.

For no other reason, the blood on this lady's hands may not be much, but more people died indirectly on her hands than those killed by Bai Qi.

So, "Forget it today."

After hesitating for a moment, Ying Yaoxue finally put down the headband that bound her hair.

She didn't know what she was thinking, but occasionally, she also wanted her hair to rest.

So be it

In the early morning, the sky of Daqin, shrouded in golden light, is forever thousands of miles away, just like the sunflowers in full bloom.

"His Majesty is here"

"Long Live My Emperor Long Live Long Live"

The early morning court was not such an etiquette, but as time passed, the people of the Ministry of Rites always felt that the original Daqin morning court was not suitable for the majesty of Ying Ningwu.

And most of the commoners, nobles, etc. have chosen public opinion, and they feel that the word "long live" is very suitable to describe Sister Zheng.

It's just that His Majesty the Emperor has been asking for leave for a while recently. Thinking of the word side by side king who just ascended the throne, many people are thinking about whether Master Zulong has also become enlightened, and if he is not ready to find a real husband, he is thinking about his own affairs. Following Zhao Gao's step-by-step shouting, everyone knelt down to greet His Majesty the Emperor.

"Be flat

. "

"Thank you, Your Majesty"

The familiar voice of the female emperor did not come, and all the ministers looked up at the man on the throne.

"What's the matter, dear gentlemen, are you surprised to see Gu?"

Sister Hezheng's "widow"

Different, Yuanliuyuan did not use "I, this king"

This type of self-proclaimed.

The title of some kings during the Warring States Period was extended, and he was the "orphan"

Words are used well.

"Ning Wu is not feeling well, and the past few days have come alone in the morning."

There is no need to explain, but Yuanliuyuan still talked to the ministers.

"promise!"

Even if the person present here is not a human being, even if he has an idea in his heart, none of them is the first bird.

After all, the scene of the king ascending the throne side by side on that day is vivid in my mind, and the scene where the first emperor took the man's hand and swore the world together is also exciting.

Respectfully presented the work that he should do and the memorial that he should submit, and the ministers seemed calm on the surface.

"Okay, let's go back."

After a while, the morning court was over, and all the civil and military officials went down. Yuan Liuyuan then looked at Zhao Gao who was beside him, not saying a word, not a single extra move.

"Zhao Gao."

"The slave is here."

His long and narrow eyes flashed with unknown light, and his red hair was different from that of most people in the Great Qin Empire. It seemed that the rumor that Zhao Gao had the blood of a barbarian was not a fake.

"As for the snare, you need to pay more attention and remember to do it well."

The tone was very easy-going, and the smile on his face never faded. He handled the memorial on the table lightly. Although Yuan Liuyuan was smiling, Zhao Gao didn't dare to laugh.

Even, he felt that this... His Majesty's easy-going attitude made him more flustered than His Majesty Qin's strictness.

"The slave understands."

It seems that every little thought in his heart has been thoroughly seen, Zhao Gao is not trying to rebel or something, he is just using the secret assassin of Da Qin to do something for personal gain.

But now, after being said by Yuanliuyuan, he doesn't know what this... Your Majesty knows what, and what he doesn't know, or it's just a side attack His terrified heart beat.

Dong Dong "Okay, don't embarrass you anymore, let's all go down."

There was a faint fragrance in the air, smelling the familiar smell, Yuan Liuyuan waved his hand to signal Zhao Gao and the guards and maids to go down.

"promise!"

You retreated according to the order of the man, and suddenly there was only Yuanliuyuan left in the entire palace.

No, there should be one more person.

That's "Husband."

The ring of voice trembled slightly, and the skin was as dense as porcelain.

Wearing a black Daqin Emperor robe, his black hair was simply tied up. The person who came here was Ying Ningwu, who had just recovered his spirits after sleeping for one night and half a day, Miss Ying Zheng.

Chapter one hundred and seventeen.

cruel eyes.

That was Ying Ningwu's first impression of Yuanliuyuan, and it can be summed up in this word.

Horrible look.

cruel eyes.

Alluring eyes.

Hard eyes.

Eyes that treat people as people.

Look at people's eyes from the inside.

Like a god who can see through.