Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

The moon was at its zenith. Jiuli finished dealing with all the memorials and stepped into the bedroom. She was thinking about what expression she would use for Fu Zeling's surprise, but no emotion could be seen on her face.

I felt familiar footsteps and the pleasant sound of ding-ling bells rang out. As I walked inside, I saw Fu Zeling, wearing a thin gauze dress, dancing with a sword.

It was so heroic. In Jiuli's opinion, it was not sword dancing at all, but practicing sword skills. Every move was filled with terrifying murderous intent. It was fast, fierce and accurate, as if he wanted to tear everything in front of him into pieces. It was terrifyingly brutal.

"Do you think I look better when I dance? Or do those others look better?" Fu Zeling became more excited when he saw Jiuli coming over.

After the dance, he stood next to Jiuli with a proud look on his face and said that he could definitely do it. Isn't this fascinating?

"You'll be scared," Jiuli silently looked away. This person had no idea of ​​the murderous intent in his sword just now. Fortunately, she was here, otherwise someone would be scared to death at random.

"That's what you said, and I think so too," Fu Zeling smiled and threw away the sword in his hand.

The sword made a crisp buzzing sound when it fell to the ground. It was obviously sharpened. Jiuli couldn't help but sweat. Could it be that this guy wanted to hit me because I said I didn't look good today? This was not completely impossible.

"It's me who said it. You look particularly beautiful and smooth when you look heroic and valiant, and you have a sense of power. Others are too weak compared to you. But just show me your way." Jiuli stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat off Fu Zeling's head.

"Of course, I only show it to you," Fu Zeling narrowed his eyes, enjoying the intimate gesture, "Didn't those people say they wanted to enter your harem? What do you think?"

Your Majesty is destined to have three palaces and six courtyards in this position. If Qingqing doesn't want to, that's fine. He doesn't want anyone else to compete with him, even though those people are not his opponents.

"I don't have any ideas. Not everyone can enter the palace." Jiuli lowered her wrist and took Fu Zeling's hand, and walked to the window and sat down. "Don't worry. I haven't accepted anyone else in these years. How could I accept someone because of this?"

"How could I be worried at all? Of course I believe you." Fu Zeling's eyes were filled with satisfaction.

"You don't have to do such things in the future," Jiuli hinted at today's sword dance, "and you don't have to compare this with others. You don't have to know how to do it, and I will still choose you."

"I feel very comfortable to hear what you said, Qingqing," Fu Zeling smiled happily. He knew that he must be the best.

"I will definitely serve you well tonight."

No? Jiuli's smile froze for a moment, but soon faded away. This guy really has no restraint in his words.

The spring night is short and the sun rises early. From then on, the king no longer holds court early in the morning. When Jiuli woke up the next day, she felt that she had made a great sacrifice yesterday. This man actually coaxed her to do it again and again.

"Your Majesty, do you want it today?" An Yang, who was helping Jiuli change clothes, tapped Jiuli's neck with her fingertips, with a smile in her eyes.

Fu Zeling is too ungentlemanly. Although he is complaining in his heart, his hands are extremely skillful.

"Stop it." Jiuli half-closed his eyes and glanced at the empty inner room. Fu Zeling ran really fast! Was he afraid that he would settle the score with him? He was so naive.

"Yes." An Yang gently rubbed it several times with scented powder. After that, she followed Jiuli to the court.

After another familiar process, everyone lowered their heads and pretended not to see the emperor's gloomy face today. They just subconsciously spoke faster, looking forward to the court ending quickly.

Otherwise, facing His Majesty's coldness, wouldn't they be sad for a long time? What's more, they are not Fu Zeling!!!

It was an unexpected disaster. A completely unexpected disaster.

"Write down what you said on the memorial and submit it. As for what you just said about the envoy's request for a meeting, there is no need for that." Jiuli raised her hand. She was not as stupid as the late emperor. Not only did she give people money to raise them, but it also did not benefit her at all.

"Yes." The court officials who had just reported back agreed one after another, with only one thought in their minds: Is it time to leave the court?

The words "going to court" sounded like heavenly music to my ears.

"Lord Fu, why didn't you come up today?" Sitting back in the east warm room of the Council Hall, Jiuli looked up at An Yang.

One thing to note here is that in the first year of Chengning, corresponding changes were made to all the palaces in the palace.

"Your Majesty, Lord Fu left in a hurry in the middle of the night yesterday. I think he had something important to attend to. He asked me to take good care of Your Majesty." An Yang suddenly remembered something important and said.

"Did they say how many days he would be away?" Jiuli felt uneasy and put down the brush he had picked up. What big thing could make him go out overnight? Could there be any unusual movement somewhere?

"Your Majesty will be back in three days at most. Don't worry, Master Fu knows how to act." An Yang stood by and poured tea for Jiuli. "Your Majesty, don't worry too much."

"Order your men to keep an eye on him at all times. If anything happens to him, bring him to justice with your heads held high." Jiuli's eyes were solemn.

"Yes." An Yang's heart skipped a beat. Well, from now on, she would really have to treat Fu Zeling like her son-in-law.

Otherwise, if something really happens, I might be skinned alive, and I have to have my subordinates keep an eye on me at all times.

"You go down first. You don't need to serve here." There was nothing to do here anyway, and it would bother her.

"Yes." An Yang cupped his hands, then turned around and gave instructions, asking them to quickly find out Fu Zeling's whereabouts and better keep a close eye on him.

Fu Zeling was the first person to notice someone was staring at her. She turned around and looked at the person who was staring at her. He looked quite similar to the secret guards beside her, so she knew that the person was someone from the palace.

"Let them keep an eye on it. We won't do anything anyway," Fu Zeling waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to worry about it.

It was only half a month later that he returned to the capital.

"You still remember to come back?" Jiuli looked at the person who appeared beside her, with a hint of relaxation in her eyes.

Fortunately, nothing happened, otherwise she.

"How can I not come back when you are here?" Fu Zeling smiled flatteringly, "I also brought you something this time."

"What are you bringing? You'd better tell me what you are doing out of nowhere this time," Jiuli stretched out her hand naturally.

"I brought a hairpin with me. I think it suits you very well, so I brought it back specially." Fu Zeling first gave the hairpin to Jiuli, and then sat down on the side. "They said there was unusual movement at the border, so I rushed over to take a look."

"Don't worry, I went there and came back quickly, and I wasn't hurt." Fu Zeling saw that Jiuli looked upset, so he stood up and turned around to show that he was fine.