The Kingdom of Marriage: My Stunning Empress

"Then how are you going to protect me? Speaking of which, I have plenty of enemies."

Han Zhuo grinned and said, "I've made it very clear. I'm only responsible for protecting your personal safety and preventing you from coming into any harm! As for your enemies, if they come, I'll kill them. If they don't, we'll talk later!"

Murong Yanran immediately rolled her eyes at Han Zhuo.

She stretched out her scallion finger and poked Han Zhuo's forehead hard, cursing with a smile.

"Little slippery man!"

Han Zhuo seemed to have thought of something at this time, and suddenly grinned at Murong Yanran and said.

"Oh, by the way, Her Majesty the Queen..."

"Hmm~~~ Still calling me Queen?"

Murong Yanran's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in the corners of her eyes.

Han Zhuo shuddered all over!

Oh, that look is so scary!

He immediately changed his tone and called out sweetly, "Sister Yanran."

After hearing Han Zhuo, the silly boy, call her "sister", Murong Yanran thought carefully for a moment and then gladly accepted the title.

She nodded slowly and pretentiously: "Yeah, not bad."

"Call me that when no one is around. Tell me, what do you want?"

The queen is the queen after all. Murong Yanran could tell from Han Zhuo's tone that he was going to ask for something from her.

However, she still didn't know what this brat wanted.

Han Zhuo chuckled and said, "Sister Yanran, I live in the East Palace."

"But now, even returning home means being thoroughly searched. This feeling is really unpleasant!"

Murong Yanran immediately understood what Han Zhuo said. She smiled gracefully and said, "Look, you're really a little rascal. If you want to take the token from me, just say so!"

As she spoke, Murong Yanran slowly stood up, swaying her slender waist like a willow snake, and came to a cabinet under Han Zhuo's gaze.

She took down a very exquisite wooden box from above, then took out a dark golden token and walked up to Han Zhuo.

He said to Han Zhuo, "Come on, stretch out your hand."

Han Zhuo obediently stretched out his big hand, and Murong Yanran first handed the dark golden token to Han Zhuo.

Then, playfully, she used one finger to gently stroke Han Zhuo's palm.

This made Han Zhuo's body tremble!

I almost dropped the token under the table.

Seeing Han Zhuo's embarrassed look, Murong Yanran couldn't help but laugh.

You can see that she looks relaxed and happy.

Han Zhuo then pointed to the box containing the token and said to Murong Yanran, "Sister Yanran, why don't you give me that wooden box as well?"

"It's no use if the box is empty anyway."

Murong Yanran originally thought that Han Zhuo took her token away so that he could act more conveniently in the palace in the future.

And now, he even wants this box. There must be something else going on.

So she slowly moved closer, stretched out her hand, and tapped Han Zhuo's nose.

Wen Xiang confided, "What bad things are you going to do by taking this box away?"

Han Zhuo quickly protested, "Oh, it's unfair, Sister Yanran!"

"I'm planning to prepare a gift. A good friend of mine is getting married tomorrow, and I don't have anything valuable on hand."

"I thought my sister's box must be made of precious wood, and the shape is intricately carved, it looks very luxurious."

"Even if I put a wooden hairpin worth a few dozen coins in this box, people would treat it as a treasure."

Murong Yanran couldn't hold back her laughter. She nodded at Han Zhuo, patted him, and finally scolded him with a smile: "You are so mean!"

Afterwards, the two of them sat down quietly, drinking tea, chatting and enjoying the scenery.

……

The next morning, Nanhua Gate in the inner city.

At least three or four hundred refugees had gathered on the flat ground outside the door.

These refugees have different body shapes and heights, but their ages are relatively uniform.

Probably between fifteen and twenty-five years old.

When these people gathered together, it looked chaotic.

Not far from them, the gatekeeper of the inner city came. It was the captain of the Jinwu Guard, Lou Xingnan, who was on guard last night.

Lou Xingnan has always been meticulous in his work. He brought his soldiers and lined them up neatly at the city gate, staring intently.

As long as these people dare to approach, he will order them to be shot without mercy!

However, these refugees seemed to be somewhat well-behaved.

Although they were noisy, some were sitting, some were lying, some were pushing each other, and some were picking lice at each other, but at least no one dared to approach the gate of the inner city.

Whenever a rich and powerful man's carriage passed by, they would give way.

Everyone turned their eyes to the city gate, expecting the man who recruited them yesterday to appear.

However, before the person they were expecting showed up, a wedding procession came from the direction of the outer city behind them with music and dance.

Leading the group was a groom riding a white horse. There was no need to say much about his appearance, with thin eyes, a small nose, and a slightly dirty look.

Many people in the crowd recognized him. He was the young master of the Liu family, Liu Xiantai!

Liu Xiantai has already brought back his bride, Wang Miaomiao.

Now he is about to lead the team back to his home in the inner city.

He was riding in the front, and when he saw a group of refugees blocking his way, he immediately shouted, "You bastards! How dare you block my way? Get out of here!"

"Otherwise, I'll have the archers on the city wall shoot you all through the heart!"

It’s no wonder that Liu Xiantai’s roar had quite an effect.

The refugees moved away from the left and right sides to make way for the wedding procession.

Liu Xiantai burst into laughter when he saw this.

Then he waved his hand and led the wedding procession into the inner city.

Not long after Liu Xiantai and his team left, someone among the refugee group that had regrouped pointed in the direction of Nanhua Gate and shouted.

"Here it comes! Big fool... mmmmm!"

As soon as someone in the crowd shouted, his companion immediately covered his mouth with his hand!

"You're looking for death! Even if he's really stupid, you can't scold him in front of him!"

"The other refugees are all counting on him for food, so who would call him a fool? Only us, the servants who accepted the mission!"

At this time, Han Zhuo was wearing a very rare set of decent clothes.

At the same time, it was also the first time for him to ride Hei Nu out.

As soon as this man and horse appeared, they attracted the attention of many people.

Even Lou Xingnan, who was guarding the gate, and the soldiers beside him couldn't help but show envy.

Naturally, some people in the crowd cursed quietly: "This fool is really lucky to get such a fine horse!"

Anyone who knows Han Zhuo probably has this in mind.

Even if Han Zhuo knew, he was too lazy to care.

Now that my own strength is not strong, it is natural for me to be the "Sixth"!

To use modern terms, that is "vulgar development"!