Qu clear as promised

The tender green lamb and the emerald green wolf held each other tightly in Liang Hui's large hands with well-defined joints, and Liang Hui even asked the wolf to lead the sheep and sit in a row.

"..." Zhu Zhiyi couldn't see it, "The emperor is the Ninth Five-Year King, so he can't violate the law of nature that follows the way of heaven and earth." How can wolves and sheep live in harmony.

"What if the wolf sees the sheep pleasingly?"

Zhu Zhiyi retorted: "The law of the jungle is nature."

"A truly powerful wolf can control his own nature."

"...as long as the emperor is happy."

Liang Hui chuckled, leaned over in full view, and tied the little wolf to Zhu Zhiyi's sleeve.

Fu Su looked over from a distance. When the emperor bowed his head, his side face was very gentle, his long eyelashes drooped, and there was a smile in his eyes that he had never seen before. Although it was very faint, Fu Su's heart still couldn't help being burned for a moment.

Zhu Zhiyi struggled for a while, and muttered: "What a shame."

Liang Hui held him down, approached him, and whispered: "Out of the Forbidden City, the world is so big, if the queen is stretched, the people below will not dare to play, and the rules should be enjoyed with the military officials."

Zhu Zhiyi thought it was reasonable, but also felt that it was disrespectful to wear it alone, so she said to the instigator: "The emperor should set an example."

Liang Hui said generously: "The Qing rules help our family."

Zhu Zhiyi went to tie his sleeves, Liang Hui avoided it, and pointed to the slanted front of his chest: "Tie it here."

The location of the central opening.

Zhu Zhiyi had no choice but to lean slightly closer to him.

Liang Hui looked at the blue and thin willows wrapped around his long white fingers, and his breathing was a little heavy. The two were close, and he tilted his head slightly and his lips were about to touch the tips of each other's ears. From a distance, it seemed that the two were in a relationship The ears and the temples are rubbed together to be intimate.

Zhu Zhiyi focused but couldn't get the point. Liang Huiwen taught him patiently: "The thin stems and leaves are tied together."

"Don't be so careful, it's strong."

"Yes, that's it, make a knot."

The warm breath penetrated into the ears like hot water vapor, Zhu Zhiyi thought he was nagging, and subconsciously gave him a slight annoyed look.

Liang Hui was taken aback, and smiled. It was rare to see Zhu Zhiyi so vivid, as if the Guanyin mole between his eyebrows had become lively.

Zhu Zhiyi tied it up, smoothly smoothed out a little wrinkle that she just picked up, and patted his chest lightly: "It's done."

The warmth in the palm of his hand spread directly into Liang Hui's heart, Liang Hui suddenly circled the slender wrist and took it away, so that no one would notice his sudden heartbeat.

Today he is wearing a purple gold cloud-pattern robe, with a nine-horned dragon python coiled on the slanted front, soaring through the clouds and fog, majestic and inviolable, and wearing the little willow weaving, it looks like the nine-day real dragon's head is holding the blue lamb to support the wind, Some are funny, but also some are cute, Liang Hui admires it secretly and is very happy.

"Clear rules, whoever unloads first loses."

"……All right."

The two walked back together, and when they turned around, they found Fu Su quietly looking over not far away, standing there for an unknown how long.

Zhu Zhiyi's fresh face became dignified and indifferent again, and said: "I'm going back to the car first."

Liang Hui wanted to hold him back, but Zhu Zhiyi walked quickly, drifting away like wisps of smoke, without letting him even touch his sleeves.Liang Hui had no choice but to nod to Fu Su, gentle but alienated. After waiting for a few seconds when the other party did not speak, he spoke first: "Does Jun Rong feel better?"

The corners of Fu Su's eyes were slightly red, his gaze was obsessively attached, and he complained heavily that he wanted to hide but failed to hide. He had never seen Liang Hui's radiant smile, and he still had a bit of childishness and no defense at all. .Facing him, he turned back into the aloof emperor.

"Doesn't the emperor only know how to accompany the queen?" It doesn't matter if he feels good or not.

During the trip, he was unaccustomed to the climate and had a fever for several days. He ordered people to report it several times. The emperor only ordered people to send some precious and rare ginseng intermittently, but he stayed in the queen's car all the time. Uninteresting old-fashioned?

The warm smile that remained on Liang Hui's face when he played with Zhu Zhiyi completely faded away, his complexion was still calm, with only his dark eyes seductive for no reason, and he warned softly: "Fu Junrong, respect yourself."

It is a big taboo for the emperor and concubine of the harem to be jealous. Fu Su was shocked by the majestic aura. This is the usual look of the emperor that he is familiar with. Plead guilty: "The emperor forgives the crime."

Fu Brown, the leader of the army, looked over from a distance at the head of the team and sighed silently.

Yanxing Mountain is majestic and majestic, with towering ancient trees, flat mountains at the foot of the mountain, and open plains. Horse racing has always been the highlight of Mulan's spring hunting.

This is the first Mulan hunt after the current Majesty ascended the throne. Everyone wants to show their skills and make a good future. Princes, ministers, and family members are all eager to try, and this year, there are princes and envoys from other countries, and the atmosphere is even more intense.

Hu Lelie, who grew up on horseback, rubbed his fists excitedly, took out his brown-blooded BMW, and introduced that the king of sweat and blood in the Northland is traveling thousands of miles every day, and the horse gallops through the gap. Queen's.

Zhu Zhiyi was a little interested, and just about to reach out to touch it, Liang Hui laughed lightly: "The king of sweat and blood? Prince Lieyan probably hasn't seen the Snow Horse of the Central Plains yet."

Hu Lelie stared at Yuanyuan slightly, and said to himself: "In this case, please choose the holy horse hand-picked by Your Majesty to compete."

As soon as Liang Hui responded, Zhu Zhiyi really said: "Then why don't I let my palace control it and compete with Prince Lieyan."

Hu Lelie was stunned, Liang Hui raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Exactly what he wanted.

He's a queen, it's useless to beat around the bush like when he made the roster that day, you have to pinch him and say, he cares about these vain things the most. .

Zhu Zhiyi's innate competitive spirit and attachment to Liang Guowei were thoroughly understood by Liang Hui, and as expected, he took the initiative to ask for a fight.

Liang Hui personally put on the protective gear for him, his smile faded away, and he said solemnly: "People from the clan and generals are not to be feared, and the Ministry of War sent Wei Mutong—"

"Your Majesty," Zhu Zhiyi interrupted him, took the armor by himself, buckled it up neatly, and his elegant air was immediately filled with decisive determination, "This year's top prize will definitely not be in the Ministry of War, don't worry."

Liang Hui paused, and his heart skipped a beat when he met his calm and perceptive eyes.

Zhu Zhiyi knows everything.

He was not blindly driven by his ambition at all. He knew that Liang Hui was going to change hands in this year's horse race. The warriors under the prime minister had held this honor for nearly ten years. Broken this tacit example of civil and military affairs in the Manchu dynasty.

In the previous dynasty, there was no one who dared to confront the prime minister head-on. Liang Hui was the emperor and could not end in person, but Zhu Zhiyi was not an official appointed by the court and had a high status, so he was the most suitable candidate.

Liang Hui looked at him calmly. On the one hand, he felt that Zhu Zhiyi had a good understanding with him, and on the other hand, he was a little inexplicably irritable. In the end, he only curled his lips, and solemnly smoothed his skirt, saying: "Then I will wait The queen is triumphant."