Chapter 353: Female Honor: I would like to be a minister under His Majesty's skirt (3)
What made Feng Qian stunned was the identity of the other party.
The Soul Fragment of His Highness Mu Yan.
The only man in the hall was the Prime Minister, whom the original owner was thinking about.
So beautiful, it's no wonder that the original owner looked down on others.
only……
The wind is light and a little square.
Fragment hates the original owner so much, to the point of taking the initiative to plug a beautiful man.
It seems that this plane will not be so easy to get along with.
Feng Qian glanced at the other party, then withdrew his gaze.
With a small face, he slowly stepped forward and sat down on the dragon chair.
Bai Ruan's little hand casually rested on the armrest.
Beautiful eyes glanced down quietly.
There is nothing special about the process of the early court. There is nothing to do today, but I retired early.
Feng Qian sat on the dragon chair and quietly watched a group of female officials exit the hall.
When the people were almost gone, the girl lowered her head and lifted her red gauze skirt, and slowly walked down the steps.
"His Majesty."
A quiet and pleasant voice came from behind.
Feng Qian paused and looked back.
The snow white figure in the back walked unhurriedly in front of Her Majesty the Queen, three steps away from the girl.
Safe distance.
Feng Qian looked at the fragments silently, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"
The attitude of Her Majesty the Queen today also made Qing Ye a little distracted.
From the moment the girl entered the hall, Qingye vaguely felt that the girl seemed to have changed a person.
In the past, in the early morning, the Queen would always stare at Qing Ye in a daze from time to time.
Today, the other party just glanced at him when he entered the hall.
For the rest of the time, he listened carefully to the words of the female officer below.
Qingye breathed a sigh of relief.
fair enough.
Saved some hassle.
He calmed down and raised his eyes to look at the Queen: "Your Majesty...isn't your majesty... dissatisfied with the servant you sent last night?"
Feng Qian blinked his eyes and stared at each other.
After watching for a while, the girl asked, "If you are dissatisfied, what will you do?"
If in the past, the queen asked this question, Qing Ye would definitely answer: "If your majesty is dissatisfied, the minister will choose another beautiful servant to send to your majesty."
But now, when she met the girl's dark and clear eyes, Qing Ye was stunned, silent and did not speak.
Feng Qian asked thoughtfully, "Will... select another batch of people to send?"
The beautiful young man in front of him was stunned and lowered his eyes.
After a while, he replied, "Yes."
This was his original idea, and the other party didn't guess wrong.
Feng Qian looked at the fragments, and the girl suddenly approached each other.
Qing Ye was stunned, pursed her lips and took a few steps back.
The tip of the nose is still lingering with a few strands of the elegant fragrance from the girl.
Feng Qian lowered his head, stretched out his small hand, and hooked the jade pendant on the boy's waist with his fingertips.
He asked in a muffled voice, "Don't you regret it?"
"Um?"
Qing Ye was stunned for a moment.
Feng Qian fiddled with the opponent's jade pendant, let go of his hand, took a small step back silently, and raised his eyes to look at the opponent.
The girl looked serious: "I don't regret... let others approach me?"
I didn't wait for the dazed boy opposite to react.
Feng Qian rolled her eyes and said softly, "Well, forget it, I won't tease you anymore."
When the words fell, the girl left without looking back.
The beautiful red figure gradually faded out of sight.
in the hall.
The Prime Minister froze in place for a long time at night, and lowered his eyes silently, his eyes fell on the jade pendant around his waist.
Whispered softly: "Will... regret..."
The young man's long eyelashes drooped down, covering the dark light at the bottom of his cold eyes.
He is not a good person, so how can he regret it?
regret?
Mostly...that's nonsense.
…
Palace bedroom.
Feng Qian sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand and yawned, and slowly removed the phoenix crown above his head.
Sure enough, being a queen is as tiring as ever.