The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

Ye Feng walked into Zhao Qiuyan's bedroom, and a faint scent of fragrant grass came towards him, mixed with Zhao Qiuyan's unique body fragrance. The mixture was not strong at all, but just right, making him unable to help but gently sniff it with his nose, wanting to imprint this smell in his mind.

The decoration of Zhao Qiuyan's bedroom was also very simple, and the area looked quite large. On the left and right sides not far away, there was a thin gauze scarf hanging respectively, floating down like this, slightly covering the interior of the bedroom. One could vaguely see a huge wooden barrel, which was probably the bathtub for Zhao Qiuyan to bathe. The other side was still covered by a thin gauze scarf, and one could vaguely see a wide bed, and a pink embroidered blanket, carved with golden dragon patterns. In the corner not far away, there was a separate room, which should be the training room for Zhao Qiuyan to practice.

There were not too many decorations in the entire bedroom. There was a small table not far away, on which were placed a pot of wine, a few side dishes, two wine glasses, and two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

"Mr. Ye, my bedroom looks very simple, please don't laugh at me." Zhao Qiuyan gently lifted the curtain of the gauze curtain and walked out of the room.

Clear and bright pupils, clean and pure, curved eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, seem to indicate that her heart is not calm. The white and flawless skin is lightly pink, obviously carefully applied with a little rouge and powder, the light makeup is just right, and the thin lips are as tender as rose petals.

Her hair was tied up slightly, with the hair on both sides naturally falling on her shoulders. The bun was neither too high nor too low, and was just right for a jade dragon and phoenix hairpin.

She was wearing a long, floor-length pink skirt with narcissus flowers and green leaves, the colors were matching, and she was draped over an emerald green gauze with gold thread, which perfectly set off her beautiful face, making her as noble and holy as a lotus emerging from clear water. On her feet were two exquisite shoes embroidered with golden dragon patterns.

Even Ye Feng couldn't help but stare at Zhao Qiuyan in a daze when he saw her. Zhao Qiuyan was already very beautiful, and after a little dressing up, he really couldn't imagine that there was such a beautiful woman in the world. Even now, he couldn't describe her in words. Perhaps at this moment, only the two lines of poetry by the poet Li Bai could describe her.

Zhao Qiuyan stood at the edge of the curtain. She saw Ye Feng staring at her blankly. She was not angry but happy. As the saying goes since ancient times, "women dress up to please themselves."

Zhao Qiuyan had been obsessed with martial arts training for so many years that she had no idea how to dress herself. When she learned that Ye Feng was about to tour the world and risk his life for the Song Dynasty, she mustered up the courage to dress herself up. She ordered Ling'er and many maids in the harem to help her dress up for the whole morning just to meet Ye Feng.

"The clouds look like clothes and the flowers look like beauty; the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew on the flowers is gorgeous. If we had not met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace." Ye Feng read out the poem slowly with a magnetic voice. Zhao Qiuyan's originally slightly smiling face became even more brilliant, although she did not understand poetry.

But she could tell the meaning of Ye Feng's poem was to compare herself to a fairy in the sky. She was so excited that she asked, "Master Ye, do I really look like a fairy in the sky?"

As the poem was read out slowly, the sky above the entire palace was filled with colors. The originally calm sky suddenly became colorful and dazzling, as if there was a flickering dragon shadow.

Hua Hua Hua...

"Look, the sky above the palace is colorful and beautiful. There is a strange phenomenon in the sky. Our Song Dynasty will surely be peaceful and prosperous."

"It's been a while since I've seen such beautiful clouds. They seem to have a bit of literary aura. That direction seems to be the emperor's bedroom. Could it be that his majesty has made another breakthrough in his cultivation?"

"No, no, look carefully. This is not a breakthrough phenomenon. Instead, it is like someone has written a great poem, which has brought about a literary phenomenon."

"Could it be that Lord Zhenguo has created another masterpiece? If I remember correctly, his previous work "Liangzhou Ci" also caused strange phenomena in heaven and earth."

Ling'er, who was outside the bedroom, was so moved that tears flowed when she heard the poems written by Ye Feng and saw the strange phenomena in the sky and earth above the bedroom. She felt happy and excited for Zhao Qiuyan.

She had followed Zhao Qiuyan for so many years and was very clear about Zhao Qiuyan's character of not competing with the world. Although he was an emperor, he was kind-hearted and obsessed with martial arts. Thinking that Zhao Qiuyan could be praised so much by his beloved, he was worthy of being the Lord of the State. In a short moment, he made such a poem, comparing His Majesty to a fairy in the sky, and admired him even more.

Ye Feng smiled slightly and said sincerely: "In fact, the fairies in the sky are probably inferior to your majesty in beauty. Your majesty's beauty, without any decoration, is noble and holy."

"Hmph! Young Master Ye is so eloquent, no wonder all the beautiful women who have seen you can't forget you." Although Zhao Qiuyan was very satisfied with Ye Feng's praise, when she thought that there were so many stunning beauties following Ye Feng, all of them were related to this guy, she realized that he was such a playboy.

Ye Feng smiled awkwardly. He was too handsome and talented, and women liked him. It didn't seem to be his fault, right? Most importantly, he seemed to hear some sourness in Zhao Qiuyan's words.

"Please take a seat!"

Seeing Ye Feng standing there stupidly, Zhao Qiuyan glared at him coquettishly, then walked sweetly to Ye Feng, took his arm, and sat down at the table.

The two of them sat down. Zhao Qiuyan's fair and slender fingers picked up the wine pot and filled Ye Feng and herself with wine respectively. The aroma of wine was fragrant. She smiled and said, "Don't despise it, Mr. Ye. This wine was given to me by you. I couldn't bear to drink it, so I kept it specially for you to practice!"

Ye Feng laughed and said, "Then I would like to thank Your Majesty for your kindness. I will do my best to inspect the country and unify the Song Dynasty for Your Majesty as soon as possible. Then I can retire after my success and live up to Your Majesty's kindness in sending Madam Xinling to save me from thousands of miles away."

"Mr. Ye, please don't think about retiring after your success. From now on, the Song Dynasty will be handed over to you. I will not be able to rule the world, and I will have to rely on you in the future. Can you bear to watch the Song Dynasty fall into chaos and fall apart again?" When Zhao Qiuyan heard that Ye Feng still wanted to retire after his success, her heart suddenly skipped a beat and she was extremely panicked.

What a joke, even if you don't rule the world for me, you have to be my future husband? Zhao Qiuyan is not stupid. She has finally found a wise minister. How could she let Ye Feng retire? As the saying goes: Live to old age, work to old age! She must squeeze Ye Feng completely dry.

The two of them drank and chatted, and time passed quickly. After three rounds of drinks, the alcohol wore off and they were in a state of tipsiness, just right.

"Your Majesty, it is getting late, so I will go back to rest. Tomorrow at noon, after the morning court session, I will lead the troops to start my tour of the country."

Ye Feng stood up, and Zhao Qiuyan stood up as well. Her face was flushed with shame, and she reached out to hold Ye Feng's arm. She kept trying to muster up the courage to ask Ye Feng to stay, but she couldn't say it out loud. She could only follow Ye Feng out of the bedroom.

Ling'er stood aside and kept winking at Zhao Qiuyan, meaning, if Your Majesty doesn't go now, when will you go?

Zhao Qiuyan stamped her feet. She really couldn't say it. She was the Emperor, and she had taken the initiative to let Ye Feng stay and sleep in her bedroom. The more she thought about it, the more she found it hard to speak.

She could only take a deep breath, fearing that her excessive initiative would make Ye Feng think she was a casual person, so she could only say to Ye Feng's back: "My dear, be careful on your journey, I will wait for your return!"

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