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

Ji Wuyuan was writing something with the imperial brush in his hand. Hearing this, he didn't even raise his eyelids and said calmly, "Well, go ask your subordinates to select some more precious varieties for the imperial concubine."

Wang Fuhai was stunned.

The Imperial Concubine wants to plant chrysanthemums all over the Imperial Garden?!

Your Majesty is actually indifferent? ! !

Wang Fuhai groaned inwardly, but dared not show it on his face. He said suggestively, "Your Majesty, the Queen said to only plant white chrysanthemums..."

White chrysanthemums, or large patches of white chrysanthemums...

It's unlucky no matter how you look at it!

Ji Wuyuan finally reacted. He put down the imperial brush, looked up at Wang Fuhai, and repeated, "Only plant white chrysanthemums?"

Wang Fuhai nodded and said, "Yes."

Ji Wuyuan was silent for a moment, then said nonchalantly, "Then I'll listen to the Imperial Concubine."

Wang Fuhai froze for a moment, hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to say but I'm not sure if I should say it or not."

Ji Wuyuan said calmly: "Speak."

Wang Fuhai said cautiously, "Your Majesty, the envoys from the Nanyue Kingdom will arrive in the capital soon, and a palace banquet will be inevitable. I'm afraid that the white chrysanthemums filling the imperial garden are... inappropriate..."

After saying that, Wang Fuhai tactfully poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Ji Wuyuan.

Ji Wuyuan picked up the teacup, blew away the tea leaves floating on the water, smiled indifferently, and said in a tone of agreement: "Well, it's not quite right..."

Wang Fuhai's eyes just lit up when he heard Ji Wuyuan's tone change and said disdainfully: "But so what?"

"What does my lonely woman like? Does she have to consider other people's face?"

"Since the Imperial Concubine likes it, then do as she pleases. What does the small Nanyue Kingdom matter to?"

Wang Fuhai was so stunned that he was completely speechless.

At that time, Ji Wuyuan thought that Jiang Wantang planted the white chrysanthemums in the imperial garden to mourn Concubine Yu.

It was not until he went to Changle Palace at night and was refused entry that he realized something was wrong.

Changle Palace.

"Let him go."

Jiang Wantang left a word and walked straight to the bedroom.

Xiuzhu earnestly advised: "Miss, that's His Majesty!"

"Even if you are angry, you can't lock His Majesty out. What if you anger him..."

In response to her, Jiang Wantang closed the bedroom door.

Xiuzhu sighed helplessly. If only Yunshang were here. She was too stupid to understand what the girl was thinking.

At this time, at the gate of Changle Palace,

Ji Wuyuan looked at the tightly closed door, and his fair and handsome face turned completely dark.

This was the first time he was turned away.

Wang Fuhai stepped forward and knocked on the door again and again, but there was no movement from inside.

This imperial concubine is truly... so bold and willful!

Ji Wuyuan walked forward impatiently and raised his hand to push.

The door is locked...

Ji Wuyuan gritted his teeth and climbed over the wall to go in.

When the palace maids saw him appear, they all knelt down and saluted.

Ji Wuyuan glanced around and didn't see Jiang Wantang, so he asked, "Where is your Imperial Concubine?"

Xiuzhu stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty was not feeling well today and retired early."

"Have you called the imperial physician?" Ji Wuyuan asked coldly.

The aura he exudes is a bit heavy.

Xiuzhu shuddered subconsciously and said, "The imperial physician has examined her. Her Majesty is fine, but she just needs to rest."

Ji Wuyuan's eyes darkened and he walked straight towards Jiang Wantang's bedroom.

He walked to the door, raised his hand and pushed it, only to find that it was locked again...

Ji Wuyuan: ???!!!

This is treating him like a thief!

Ji Wuyuan curled his lips and finally laughed out of anger.

With a cold face, he gritted his teeth and said, "Jiang Wantang, open the door!"

Xiuzhu hurried forward and said, "Your Majesty..."

"The Queen... has fallen asleep..."

Ji Wuyuan clenched his fists and finally left with all the anger in his body.

Jiang Wantang, who was in the bedroom, heard the noise outside gradually disappear, and she couldn't describe what she felt in her heart.

She had known for a long time that Ji Wuyuan's white moonlight was Nangong Liuli.

But being called a stand-in, whether true or not, is very distasteful.

However, Jiang Wantang was very curious about Nangong Liuli.

And that Zhenbei Prince Ji Wuwang...

She checked the relationships between several people and found out that Ji Wuyuan liked Nangong Liuli, while Nangong Liuli was attracted to Ji Wuwang.

It's really a complicated entanglement.

Jiang Wantang thought Ji Wuyuan had already left, so when the bed sank, she subconsciously raised her leg and kicked him hard.

Ji Wuyuan reacted quickly, reaching out to grab Jiang Wantang's ankles, pulling her under him, and leaning over her.

"Tang'er, you have such a cruel heart..."

"With that kick you just gave me, I'm afraid I'm no different from a eunuch."

Ji Wuyuan's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of grievance at the end, as if he was really hurt by Jiang Wantang's kick.

Jiang Wantang was both embarrassed and annoyed. She wanted to push him away, but her body was firmly pinned down by him and she couldn't move at all.

She glared at the man in front of her, her cheeks flushed like the most gorgeous peach blossoms in spring, and said angrily: "Your Majesty secretly climbed into bed in the middle of the night. Even if you were really hurt, you deserved it!"

After saying that, Jiang Wantang turned away and didn't look at him.

Ji Wuyuan's eyes unconsciously took on a hint of sadness, but it quickly disappeared.

He gently pinched Jiang Wantang's chin and turned her face back, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. He coaxed her in a low voice, "Who is so blind as to make my Tang'er angry?"

"Tell your husband, and he will vent your anger for you."

Ji Wuyuan's eyes were as deep as the night, his tone was filled with helplessness and doting, and his warm breath sprayed on Jiang Wantang's cheek.

Jiang Wantang looked away uncomfortably and changed the subject, "Why did His Majesty plant so many peonies in the Imperial Garden?"

Ji Wuyuan was stunned, as if he didn't expect her to ask such a question.

He smiled and said, "Tang'er, have you forgotten that you transplanted the most precious golden peony in the imperial garden to your own courtyard?"

"Later, I asked the palace maids to plant more."

Ji Wuyuan's expression did not seem fake.

Jiang Wantang frowned, looking thoughtful.

"If Tang'er doesn't like it, I won't plant it in the future."

"Be good, stop being angry and go to sleep."

After saying that, Ji Wuyuan lay down beside her, holding her waist with his arms, his long, straight eyelashes drooping, casting a heavy shadow.

Jiang Wantang looked at him and turned around.

Ji Wuyuan opened his eyes, turned her over, and kissed her forcefully.

......

At that time, the night was deep, and on a wasteland in the north, sparse dry grass swayed in the breeze...

Under the moonlight, a handsome man in a magnolia-colored robe with wide sleeves, a jade belt of the same color around his waist, and a white jade crown on his head, stood by the lake, playing a jade flute. The flute's melodious and low sound concealed an inexplicable longing and attachment...

The moon is dancing, the jade flute is in hand, and one song blows away the sorrow in my heart.