Even though I was dressed as an ugly woman, I was still forced to love by all kinds of big guys

Oh, yes, she forgot, she once said that he was the most beautiful person she had ever seen.

Now she was actually staring at other men in a daze, even if that man was ugly, she was still thinking about him.

The possessiveness in her heart was about to get out of control, but Yu Yan chuckled again, and even her tone softened, as if the viciousness just now was just her illusion, "Did you get scared?"

Fu Yuan'er nodded obediently reflexively, then quickly shook her head. She glanced at Yu Yan quickly, then lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes.

After so many years, not only her appearance has not changed, but even her temperament has not changed at all, and all her emotions are written on her face.

Thinking about this, Yu Yan sighed softly, reaching out to rub her head, and said in a clear voice, "You can do whatever you want in front of me, but you still have to follow the rules in front of outsiders."

Their movements were intimate and their expressions were natural. Neither of them noticed that he rarely referred to himself as "our family" in front of her, and always called himself "I".

It's for her own good. Fu Yuan'er nodded again, feeling that Yu Yanren was quite nice. Sometimes she did get carried away easily, and many of her behaviors still retained modern habits, which she couldn't change for the time being.

If someone with ulterior motives caught her, she might not survive more than a few episodes. Thinking of this, she looked up at Yu Yan again and said sweetly, "Thank you, Yu Yan, you are such a kind person."

In my memory, she was like this too. When he tied her hair, she would turn her head and smile sweetly at him. Thank you, Yu Yan~ You are so kind and have such a skillful hand~

After entering the palace, the two went their separate ways. Yu Yan was going to report to the emperor, while Fu Yuan'er, holding up her skirt, ran impatiently to the imperial master's prayer hall.

I don’t know if the teacher is still here. Don’t let him wander around again. There is no mobile WiFi here. It will be difficult to contact him if he goes far away.

In the simple and quaint prayer hall, the national teacher sat upright, copying Buddhist scriptures with a solemn and pious expression. Seeing Fu Yuan'er coming, he stopped writing and looked at her.

"Observe the rules in front of the palace."

"Yes..." Fu Yuan'er was still a little afraid of this cheap senior brother. Unlike her, a half-baked fake half-immortal who relied purely on deception, this one was a real national master.

The divinity in him cannot be ignored. Just by looking at you indifferently, even a monster can be liberated.

I got two pieces of news from the Imperial Master. The good news is that the Master is still alive and is not traveling.

The bad news is that he went into seclusion in the pagoda and didn't say how long he would be out.

Oh! It really hits my head! Fu Yuan'er was about to leave dejectedly, but then she seemed to remember something and turned around, blinking her big watery eyes and looking at the Imperial Master.

The Imperial Master spoke a single word, "Ning." Facing the attack of those adorable eyes, his heart remained unmoved. He simply uttered one word, "Speak."

Fu Yuan'er chuckled, "Is there any way to help someone who has lost their memory regain their memory?"

"Have you lost your memory?"

Hmm? Didn't the teacher mention this to the Imperial Master? Fu Yuan'er was stunned for a moment, then chuckled again, "No... Ask for a friend of mine..."

Oh, making friends out of nothing? Ning Qian smiled without saying anything, which made Fu Yuan'er feel uneasy and stopped laughing.

Forget it... Wait until the teacher comes out, then I'll pester him! Fu Yuan'er turned around dejectedly and tried to leave, but she almost bumped into someone coming towards her.

"Don't you look at the road?!" Han Junyue lowered his head and glared at the woman who almost bumped into his arms. She was wearing a veil and was the newly crowned goddess.

He hissed, his mind racing. Perhaps the goddess was more effective than the imperial advisor? Anyway, no matter who it was, as long as they could find a way, it would be fine.

Is this the Sixth Prince? Fu Yuan'er was a little frightened by his burning gaze. She suddenly had a foreboding premonition...

"Before, the goddess was practicing diligently in the Goddess Temple, and then she went to Yongzhou to pray for rain. I didn't have time to pay her a formal visit." To be honest, Han Junyue looked good, and he really looked polite when he pretended to be so.

He tilted his head slightly, trying to see what the goddess looked like through the veil, but she lowered her head and avoided him.

He didn't care, and just pulled Fu Yuan'er's arm without any sense of boundaries, "Your Highness the Goddess, can you help me call someone back? Use those strange and unusual skills of yours..."

Lao Liu was glared at by the National Master, and the volume of the following words was obviously much lower, but Fu Yuan'er still heard them clearly.

This sounded familiar, and the ominous premonition deepened. Fu Yuan'er looked up and asked weakly, "Su Su?"

"Hey! A real goddess!" Han Junyue's eyes lit up. She could guess who it was before he even said it!

So, “Can you?”

Facing Han Junyue's eyes full of expectation, Fu Yuan'er felt it was magical, as if everyone in the world was looking for the woman named "Su Su".

"No." Fu Yuan'er ruthlessly punctured Lao Liu's expectations, "If the Imperial Master can't do it, then neither can I."

Throwing the blame on the Imperial Master, Fu Yuan'er slipped away without hesitation. From a distance, one could hear Han Junyue howling as he caught the Imperial Master. "I don't care! Everything is fate?! Find her back for me!!"

In the Qiankun Hall, the new emperor Han Mingxiu rubbed his brows. After listening to Yu Yan's talk about the twelve departments, he became even more worried.

Yu Yan was in a rare mood to comfort him, so she stood silently aside. Han Mingxiu was not only worried about the Twelve Departments. He had a conflict with Xiao Xiao recently, and he couldn't coax her. He couldn't eat or sleep well, and he was worried.

Li Xinglan was specially summoned to the palace today. He and Xiaoxiao are childhood sweethearts, and he can always say something good about him.

After waiting for a long time, Li Xinglan still didn't show up. Since he was free anyway, Han Mingxiu started chatting with Yu Yan.

He asked, "My dear, do you have any way to please a woman?"

Yu Yan: "Sweet words, power, money, and beauty?"

"You don't like any of them?"

Yu Yan: "Then just ask her what she wants and give it to her."

After hesitating for a moment, Han Mingxiu asked again, "What if she clamors for freedom?"

Broken legs.

This was Yu Yan's inner answer, but he held back and didn't say it. He just looked at the new emperor who was in love with him with a half-smile, "Your Majesty, you can't just focus on one woman. Qixia still needs you to have more children and more sons."

Han Mingxiu pouted. He didn't want to have more sons. It would be so annoying to see them fighting with each other in the future.

"Your Majesty~ Lord Li is here~" Xiao Dezi knocked on the door outside, bowed respectfully to ask for instructions, but his eyes kept glancing at Yu Yan.

He was brought up by Yu Yan, so I naturally feel close to him. Oh, the age of nine thousand is really evergreen, always looking new and beautiful.

After getting permission, Li Xinglan slowly walked into the hall. He was about to bow and salute, but was stopped by Han Mingxiu's quick eyes and hands.

Lost weight again! Han Mingxiu still felt sorry for Li Xinglan. He had watched him become what he is now, step by step, and was really worried that he would break his waist if he bent down.

"My dear, there's no need to be so polite!" Han Mingxiu even wanted Li Xinglan to sit down and talk. If it weren't for the serious emotional crisis between him and Xiaoxiao, he wouldn't want to summon Li Xinglan into the palace.

If Xiaoxiao accidentally hurts him, she will probably never forgive herself for the rest of her life.

Yu Yan stood aside, observing Li Xinglan calmly, his expression still indifferent and distant. Only he knew how much he wished Li Xinglan would hurry up...