Chapter 147: (Gagen) The overbearing queen conquers the unintentional holy monk 16
With the arrival of summer, the weather is getting warmer. Shu Ange was dancing with guns and sticks on the martial arts field.
She was so tired that she didn't care about her image, she slumped in the martial arts field, wiping the sweat on her forehead with a handkerchief.
The Xuan window in Xuanjing's residence was open, and from her angle, she could see him sitting cross-legged and reading the scriptures.
There was only a distance of less than thirty feet between the two, but Shu Ange felt that there was a world between them.
So many days have passed, no matter what she says or does, Xuan Jing is indifferent, and her favorability has never improved.
Even if it was a ball of ice, it should have melted by now, but the ice and snow between Xuanjing's eyebrows never showed any signs of loosening.
Thinking of the consequences of the failed strategy, Shu Ange felt irritated, threw the handkerchief on the ground, and directly called the female officer to move him back to the bedroom.
Shu Ange took the palace servants away, and the silk handkerchief embroidered with lotus flowers lay quietly on the ground.
The voices faded away, Xuanjing put down the scriptures, and his eyes fell leisurely on the martial arts field.
These days, the Empress practiced martial arts diligently every day, and he saw all the hardships and fatigue she endured.
She is obviously the king of a country, and she has followers everywhere she goes, and the people are surrounded by mountains and seas. Why is she so persistent in practicing martial arts?
Thinking of Shu Ange's frivolous actions that day, Xuan Jing frowned slightly. Could it be that she practiced the exercises for—
When he realized that he had guessed the Queen's thoughts unconsciously, Xuan Jing turned the Buddha beads in his hand in a panic, and forcibly suppressed the strange throbbing in his heart.
The Queen's profession, although high hard and high risk, but the benefits are still very good. Treasures, delicacies, and all kinds of luxurious enjoyment are the top existences in Qingluo Kingdom.
If Shu Ange wanted to, even beautiful men could line up and let her choose.
Shu Ange soaked in the hot spring and moaned comfortably. She was the only one who could enjoy the huge hot spring pool.
The palace servant was sent to the door by Gu Xiaoxiao, and in the steaming mist, she felt that her internal organs were at ease.
The body was relaxed, and the spirit was also relaxed. Shu Ange turned around and lay on the edge of the pool, letting his body float in the water, and the unwavering face of Xuanjing Gujing appeared in front of his eyes.
Going forward, I am afraid that she will have less chance of romance. Are she and Xuanjing destined to become two parallel lines?
This is an unsolved question. Shu Ange pressed his temples and thought about family and country affairs.
Ever since Qingluan was sent to the Qianhua Kingdom, Prince Rong and Prince Yingyang have been restless. They entertained all the ministers in private, and there were obviously gangs in the courtroom.
Shu Ange was afraid to startle the snake, so he kept silently collecting the evidence of the crimes of the two kings. At the same time, he secretly sent the Secretary of Yiluan to investigate the guards thoroughly, so as not to eat the inside and outside of it and mix it into it.
In addition to the army in the imperial city, Shu Ange also privately dispatched reliable people to guard the frontiers of the four sides, and in the name of rewarding the three armies, they would supervise the army.
In order to arrange all this, she was busy these days, but fortunately everything went smoothly according to plan, otherwise Shu Ange really wanted to pick a place with good feng shui and hang it on the southeast branch.
Just as Shu Ange was relaxing, the door opened with a creak. She frowned and grabbed the bathrobe and draped it over her body and rebuked, "Idle people, wait, don't enter without my word."
Her rebuke echoed in the hall, the door closed, but the footsteps did not stop.
"His Majesty."
[Code word until late at night, ask for touch, ask for hug...]