The harem is full of gossip, Your Majesty, you are cheating

"Empress, I heard that the Emperor has been very kind to you since your wedding, and you have not been to other people's palaces until now. I originally thought that the daughter raised by Prime Minister Jiang should be a sensible lady from a noble family! As the head of the harem, the Empress always bullies the Emperor. Is this the upbringing of your Jiang family?"

"I also heard that the Empress also had a hand in the enthronement of the princess this time? It is a taboo for the harem to interfere in government affairs!"

"Also, when the Queen Mother was seriously ill, Her Majesty the Queen only knew how to order others around. Has she ever personally served the Queen Mother for even a moment?"

"You woman! You are jealous and unfilial, and you even interfere in government affairs. You are unworthy of being the queen! I am here today to ask the emperor to depose the queen! If the emperor does not listen, I would rather kneel and die here than let the treacherous queen mess up government affairs."

Cheng Long spoke with great energy.

Jiang Zhimiao was stunned when he heard this.

Oh open?

Is she already the queen of rape?

In the previous plot of the book, she was just a cannon fodder.

Now she's become the queen of rape, is this considered an upgrade?

That must count.

At least it proves that we have a stronger presence.

Jiang Zhimiao immediately looked at Cheng Long cheerfully: "Old man, you've been scolding for so long, are you thirsty?"

Come.

Scold her for a while longer, and let her feel what it feels like to be a super villain.

Cheng Long was stunned for a moment and was about to curse again.

But this time, he didn't curse out loud.

Sudden.

He was kicked in the chest and fell backwards.

Yue Lin walked out angrily. He looked at Cheng Long coldly and said, "If you really don't want to live, you can just hang yourself at home. There's no need to come here to bother me!"

Cheng Long was stunned, and the next moment, he felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart.

He had been trying to provoke Yue Lin to get angry, but Yue Lin never fell for it and just ignored his words.

just now.

He just scolded Jiang Zhimiao a few words, and the emperor was completely broken?

Good, good, this is the way to write an article!

"Your Majesty, I am terrified when you say this!" Cheng Long wailed like a performer, "Everything I have done is for Dayong and for Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please abolish the treacherous empress and employ capable officials. Only then will Dayong have hope. Your Majesty, please think twice!"

Cheng Long fell heavily to the ground.

Yue Lin looked at the pretentious old man with a huge rage in his eyes.

It doesn't matter what happens to him.

That's his reputation anyway.

but.

Now, these people want to label Miao Miao as the traitor queen! They are courting death!

Yue Lin's eyes slowly turned blood red, and he walked towards Cheng Long.

Cheng Long lowered his head.

He is not afraid of death, but of not dying.

It is said that the highest achievement of a censor is to leave his name in history.

The quickest way to leave your name in history is to die in front of the palace or be beaten to death in court!

If he could die.

He could also earn a future for his family, which was what he wanted most.

"Your Majesty." Jiang Zhimiao suddenly reached out and held Yue Lin's hand.

Even in such a hot atmosphere, the queen's hands were slightly cold.

Yue Lin's rationality returned somewhat almost instantly.

He turned around and looked at Jiang Zhimiao in a daze.

Jiang Zhimiao smiled at him and said gently, "If you delay a little longer, the lily and mung bean soup will not be cold anymore."

Yue Lin's heart calmed down instantly.

He nodded, as obedient as a child.

Then, he turned around to look at Cheng Long and said calmly, "If you die here, I'm afraid it won't have enough influence. If you really want to die, come to the court tomorrow to die. I want you to make a name for yourself in history before all the civil and military officials in the court."

Yue Lin's voice was cold.

Cheng Long's body trembled, and for a moment he was unsure of Yue Lin's intention.

but.

It would naturally be better if we could make things bigger.

Cheng Long said, "Then I will come back tomorrow to advise Your Majesty."

Yue Lin glanced at him with contempt, turned around and held Jiang Zhimiao's hand, and the two of them went into the imperial study on their own.

Li Dehuai breathed a sigh of relief.

It has to be the Queen!

"Mr. Cheng, please come in." Li Dehuai personally sent Cheng Long to the palace gate.

Royal study room.

Yue Lin was still holding Jiang Zhimiao's hand.

This time, Jiang Zhimiao asked directly: "Your Majesty, is it possible that you have let go of my hand?"

"Wait a moment." Yue Lin said subconsciously.

Seeing Jiang Zhimiao's puzzled look, he was moved and said quickly, "I have chronic headaches and I have tried every possible way to relieve them. I don't know why, but as long as I hold the Queen's hand, my headaches will get better. Queen, can I hold your hand for a while longer?"

Yue Lin looked at Jiang Zhimiao eagerly, and there was some moisture in his eyes, like some kind of abandoned animal.

Jiang Zhimiao's heart softened, and he said softly, "Okay."

[Holding hands can relieve headaches, is that true? No wonder Yue Lin kept holding my hand last time in the Imperial Study. ]

She asked the system: "System, what is this situation that the emperor is talking about? Can I relieve his headache?"

The system was a little confused: "I'm not sure either. But, there is a possibility."

The system paused for a moment and explained: "Host, you carry the system with you, which can be said to be a blessing. Although Yue Lin is an emperor, his luck is pitifully low. Host, if you come into contact with him, perhaps your luck can temporarily help him suppress his pain."

"It's just like how the people around the hero and heroine always rise to prominence. They are just driven by the hero's luck."

"The same should be true for Yue Lin's situation. However, suppressing with luck is not a long-term solution. To completely cure Yue Lin, we have to treat the root cause."

Jiang Zhimiao nodded. Of course she knew that she had to cure the root cause.

But now, I still don’t know how to do it.

Perhaps, once she gets the entire plot of the book, she will be able to see some clues.

Jiang Zhimiao began to daydream.

Yue Lin was also a little nervous.

Miaomiao must be communicating with the magical entity called the system in her mind now.

I don’t know what the result of their communication will be.

"In short, the greater the range of physical contact, the greater the degree to which the luck can help Yue Lin." The system concluded.

Jiang Zhimiao raised her eyes and saw Yue Lin, who was tense and seemed to be in pain.

Her heart softened and she extended her other hand: "Is one hand enough? Hold it again."

Yue Lin raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhimiao in disbelief.

He suddenly had a wild ambition.

Miaomiao is so good to him, could it be...

Yue Lin did not respond.

Jiang Zhimiao thought he was going crazy from the pain, and gritted his teeth: "If it still doesn't work..."

“That’s a bit too intimate though.”

"but……"

Jiang Zhimiao seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

Yue Lin's eyes sparkled little by little.

His voice became slightly hoarse: "What? What's too intimate?"