The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Seeing this, the brothers Zhang Long and Zhao Hu who were standing nearby looked at each other and didn't dare to say a word.

Xie Zhiyan’s finger bones turned white from exerting so much force. The next moment, he suddenly stood up and walked out.

grown ups……

Before he finished speaking, Xie Zhiyan had already walked to the door.

Zhao Long was stunned for a moment, then immediately followed and continued, "Sir, where are we going?"

Xie Zhiyan paused, his tone calm and without any ripples, but his eyes were filled with a chilling coldness: "Catch him."

Zhao Long was stunned. "Sir, are you going to arrest the person who spread the rumor, or the person who created this storybook?"

Xie Zhiyan's eyes flashed with coldness: "All of them."

How good is Longyang?

The habit of cutting off sleeves?

Tsk...who are you disgusted with?

How dare they publicize and spread such obscene things with his face printed on them so openly? Do they really think that the Dali Temple is a vegetarian?

Xie Zhiyan personally led people to the most bustling streets in the capital, and in full view of the public, arrested all the leaders who spread the rumors and those who sold books about him.

The means are thunderous, simple and brutal.

So those outrageous rumors arose overnight and stopped in an instant.

Changle Palace.

Jiang Wantang sat leisurely on the swing in the yard, looking at the book in her hand that said "The most cruel official in the Great Sheng Dynasty and the number one scholar, a jackal and a beautiful man", laughing so hard that she fell forward and backward, her body shaking.

Yun Shang took a look out of curiosity. When she saw the album, she immediately covered her eyes, her little face flushed red with embarrassment.

That expression is hard to describe.

Pianjiang Wantang laughed heartily.

"Hahaha……"

When Ji Wuyuan came over, what he heard was her unbridled laughter, echoing in the air like a silver bell.

He curled his lips unconsciously, and a hint of smile appeared in his phoenix eyes.

Ji Wuyuan walked in and looked at Jiang Wantang, who was laughing non-stop on the swing. He chuckled and said, "Tang'er, what are you looking at that makes you laugh so happily?"

Jiang Wantang's smile froze instantly. Before she could hide the notebook in her hand, Ji Wuyuan had already walked in front of her.

She subconsciously hid the notebook in her hand behind her back.

After she had done it, she suddenly realized that her behavior was a bit too obvious. She raised her head in panic and met the man's lazy eyes with a faint smile.

Seeing this, the latter's eyebrows darkened, and his smile gradually faded, his face slightly cold: "Tang'er, what are you hiding?"

Ji Wuyuan reached out and lifted her chin: "You hid something in front of me, aren't you afraid that I will be angry?"

Jiang Wantang was silent for only a moment, then she reached out and pinched his sleeve. She immediately looked at him with a wronged expression and said, "Your Majesty, please promise me that you won't be angry, and then I'll show it to you..."

Ji Wuyuan burst out laughing instantly. He had never seen anyone so aggrieved and unreasonable.

He looked at her, feeling helpless at first, but then he smiled faintly: "Okay, I'm not angry."

As it turned out, he agreed too early.

When Ji Wuyuan looked at the indescribable picture album in front of him, it would not be an exaggeration to say that his face was as gloomy as water and his forehead was full of black lines.

Especially when he saw the eye-catching words "The most cruel official in the Great Sheng Dynasty and the number one scholar, a jackal and a beautiful man...", his face became indescribably ugly.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at the guilty and nervous Jiang Wantang with an unfathomable smile, and said coldly, "I didn't know that Tang'er had such a wide range of hobbies?"

Jiang Wantang waved her hands and said, "I don't like to see it. This is... this is... Yun Shang's..."

"Yes, Yunshang's."

Yun Shang, who was standing by, opened her eyes and hurriedly stepped forward to pay her respects, saying, "Your Majesty, this was indeed bought by this servant for entertainment. It has nothing to do with me...or Your Majesty."

"Really?" Ji Wuyuan sneered and mercilessly pointed out: "Then why did I look so happy when I saw Tang'er just now?"

Jiang Wantang smiled awkwardly, but there was no way to make up for it.

Ji Wuyuan sneered, threw the notebook to Wang Fuhai behind him, and ordered in a deep voice: "Take it down and burn it."

Jiang Wantang's pupils trembled. That was the last remaining copy!

She had only seen half of it...

Ji Wuyuan stared at Jiang Wantang without blinking, not missing any subtle expression on her face: "Why, Tang'er, you can't bear to leave?"

Jiang Wantang's expression changed, and he immediately said alertly: "No."

Afraid he wouldn't believe it, I repeated it again: "That's not true."

Ji Wuyuan smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. He asked in an ambiguous tone, "Who is prettier, them or me?"

"Of course, Your Majesty is the most beautiful." Jiang Wantang said without hesitation: "Who in this world can be as beautiful as Your Majesty?"

Wear it a thousand times, but flattery never wears it.

Sure enough, Ji Wuyuan's smile became more genuine and profound, and he did not pursue the matter of the storybook any further.

There was a hint of smile in his eyes. He rubbed Jiang Wantang's head and called out softly, "Tang'er..."

Jiang Wantang raised her eyes and met a pair of unbridled phoenix eyes. There was an indescribable handsomeness and elegance between her eyebrows, a face that was very bewitching.

Jiang Wantang somehow thought of poppies.

The most supreme power, impeccable looks, and a personality that occasionally lets out flirtatious words.

Temptation is deadly.

A man like this, if not a poppy, then what is he?

No wonder so many women in the world are willing to throw themselves into the fire for him.

Jiang Wantang's heart tightened and she stared at him in a daze.

The smile in Ji Wuyuan's eyes deepened, and he said softly, "Tang'er, do you still remember that I said a few days ago that I would take you out of the palace to relax?"

Jiang Wantang's eyes suddenly lit up, and her tone was filled with excitement: "Is it today?"

Ji Wuyuan smiled and looked at Jiang Wantang with a meaningful look in his eyes: "Yeah."

Jiang Wantang's eyes were bright and shimmering with a moist luster. "Then when will we leave the palace?"

The excitement was palpable.

"I will leave the palace in the evening. I will come to pick you up when I am done with my work." Ji Wuyuan stroked her smooth and fair little face, unable to let it go.

Jiang Wantang's eyes curved and she smiled charmingly, "Okay, then I'll wait for Your Majesty."

"Tang'er..."

Ji Wuyuan raised his hand to tidy up the loose hair at her temples. His eyes were deep and dark. He paused and added, "Tonight we are going to the common people as ordinary people, not as an emperor and his concubine. It will be just you and me, Ji Wuyuan and Jiang Wantang."

Jiang Wantang's eyelashes trembled as she looked at him in surprise. After a long moment, she finally said, "Okay."

Before nightfall, Jiang Wantang had already packed up and was sitting in the yard waiting.

She deliberately changed into a light pink chiffon dress, without any extra accessories on her body. Her three thousand strands of hair hung down, and her head was adorned only with a pair of simple crabapple flower hairpins.

The beauty has skin as white as snow, stunning beauty, and a slender waist that outlines a perfect and attractive figure. She exudes a cool and celestial temperament.

She lacks the usual cold and arrogant air, and has a more ethereal air that is otherworldly.

Jiang Wantang is 28 years old and as beautiful as a flower.

As the breeze blew, the light pink gauze skirt fluttered slightly in the wind, as if surrounded by a layer of dreamy clouds. The beauty was like a flower in the clouds, which was really wonderful.

When Ji Wuyuan came over, this was the scene he saw.

One glance brings concentration, one glance makes the heart tremble.