you forced your ex-husband

Xiao Liangzi understood that Yan Bowan was too arrogant to ask the emperor with such a face, so he asked people to investigate behind his back.

Isn't it all right?

Things that can be known by asking a question have to be investigated behind the scenes. If you don’t talk about it, you may not be able to find out the truth. Why bother?

Are men in love so unreasonable?

—— Xiaoliangzi slandered.

The next morning, the emperor woke up as usual, but the queen did not ask about the sachet, as if nothing had happened.

The two sat down quietly to have breakfast.

Sansan suddenly seemed to remember something, touched the sachet on his waist, and said, "Oh, where is my five poison sachet?"

Yan Bowan didn't answer as if he didn't hear it.

Sansan is also used to Yan Bowan's indifferent attitude, so she just asked again: "Brother Wan, have you seen my sachet? It's embroidered with the pattern of five poisons."

"I haven't seen it before." Yan Bowan put down his chopsticks, as if he was full.

Xiao Liangzi stepped forward and asked tentatively: "What kind of sachet is worthy of His Majesty's attention? Even if he dropped a mutton fat jade pendant, I haven't seen the Emperor so nervous."

Xiao Liangzi knew that Yan Bowan wanted to say this very much, but he couldn't say it, so he said it for him.

Sure enough, after Xiao Liangzi said this, Yan Bowan also looked over.

Sansan then said, "You don't know, Meier gave it to me."

"Chu Mei?" Yan Bowan didn't expect it to be him, and just said, "Why is he giving you a sachet?"

Sansan then said, "It wasn't from him either. I said I liked the smell, so he gave it to me."

Yan Bowan realized that this sachet was not a gift from a concubine, and the depression in his heart dissipated a lot.

"Do you like this fragrance?" Yan Bowan asked.

"It smells better than the incense on my clothes." Sansan said, "The incense prepared by the Inner Court Secretary is too cloying."

"You think so too?" Yan Bowan felt uncomfortable when he recalled that the dog emperor used to be full of makeup, "What kind of fragrance do you like, I will make you a new pair."

But Sansan said: "In addition, it will take a lot of work to make the incense, so don't bother. Meier's incense is quite good."

Yan Bowan was not very happy, she just said: "Is my incense better, or his incense?"

Sansan was stunned.

He never thought that one day he would have to answer the question of who is more fragrant between two men.

Sansan rubbed her nose, smiled awkwardly and replied, "Brother Wan doesn't even smoke incense?"

Yan Bowan replied: "I don't usually smoke it, but I do smoke it when I'm interested."

Blending incense and incense is an elegant thing in the upper class. Although Yan Bowan has no intention of doing this, for social needs, he will occasionally be arty.

Saying that, Yan Bowan turned his head and told Xiao Liangzi to fetch the spices.

Seeing that Sansan liked it, Yan Bowan made a pair of incense, and said: "From now on, you will use this incense. If you get tired of it, or if you don't like it, just tell me, and I will make it for you again. .”

Sansan was very surprised: "So Brother Wan can still make fragrances?"

"Do you think I can only wield swords and guns?" Yan Bowan said.

"That's not..." Sansan shook her head.

Yan Bowan is the noble son of the palace, so it's not surprising that he knows how to mix fragrance.

The strange thing is that he personally perfumed the emperor he despises the most.

Sansan suddenly felt something was wrong: when did his relationship with Yan Bowan become so good?

Speaking of which, didn't Yan Bowan push himself into the cesspit with a look of disgust at first?

When he first entered the palace, didn't Yan Bowan look like he wished that Emperor Chu Ning would be buried in the same place?

Why is Sansan even calling "Brother" now?

Did they develop a brotherhood?

Sansan was doubting her life when she saw Yan Bowan brought a sachet and said, "I'll use this for you first."

Saying that, before Sansan could answer, Yan Bowan immediately started to tie the sachet around Sansan's waist.

Sansan rubbed her neck, looked down at the crimson embroidered gold sachet hanging on her waist, and said, "Will this color be too bright?"

After all, Sansan was wearing a yellow robe with a red sachet, which was really not very pretty.

Yan Bowan said, "This is very good."

Sansan thought, the aesthetics of straight men is really scary.

But compared to Yan Bowan's aesthetics, what is more terrifying is Yan Bowan's sword.Sansan can only say: "Okay, if Brother Wan says yes, it's good."

Yan Bowan nodded and smiled with satisfaction.

Sansan looked at Yan Bowan's smiling face, and felt that it doesn't matter what color it is, anyway, it can make a beauty smile, not to mention wearing a red sachet, or wearing red underpants.

San Sanyue found out why Emperor Chu Ning devoted all his heart and soul to Yan Bowan, this Yan Bowan is indeed a disaster!

Bowan is not the only one who is handsome.

What is rare is that although Yan Bowan looks gorgeous and is gorgeously dressed, he has no femininity because of his many years of martial arts practice and his fortitude. Here comes beauty beyond gender.

Ordinary beauties get more and more tired the more you look at them, but this kind of great beauty becomes more and more beautiful the more you look at them.

Sansan felt that his time-traveling mission was really at the right time. If not, he might never have the chance to see such an alluring beauty in his whole life.

After Sansan sighed, she left the palace with the sachet on and returned to her own palace.

Xiao Anzi went up to meet him, glanced at Sansan, then smiled and said, "This sachet belongs to the empress, right?"

Sansan was surprised: "How do you know?"

"Only the empress can use crimson red in the entire palace." Xiao Anzi replied, "As long as it is of this color, it is the empress's property, and others will know it at a glance."

The concubines have been left out in the cold recently, and they are very anxious to win back the emperor's heart.

Seeing that the Dragon Boat Festival was coming, the concubines took the opportunity to quickly make a sachet for the emperor to wear.

Who would have thought that the palace people would come back early in the morning and tell the concubines that there was already a "Queen's Red" sachet hanging on the emperor.

The concubines all smashed the finished sachets, blah blah.