queen drama

In the emperor's imagination, the young master was either shy or annoyed, but he shouldn't kneel down and beg him to pretend nothing happened.

The uncooked rice has already been cooked, so how can you pretend it didn't happen?

If other people are favored, they may be so happy. Either this person doesn't understand his heart at all, or he wants to distance himself from him, and it is this person who throws himself into his arms.

Zhao Zheng was very angry all of a sudden, and said sullenly, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

In the blink of an eye, his face sank like water again, how could the young master dare to speak out again.

Zhao Zheng said angrily: "I'll give you another chance, I can pretend I didn't hear what you said, go back and think it over before coming back!"

Zhao Zheng repeatedly called Xia Linchun, who was guarding outside the hall, to come in and invite Xiaohou Meng out, lest he lose his temper in a fit of anger and punish him severely.

Meng Xuanyun was politely kicked out of Funing Hall, touched his chest and thought with lingering fear, the emperor is really moody, it's hard to think about it.

He stood quietly for a while, and carefully took out from his arms an object that he dared not look at in the hall just now. It turned out to be a palm-sized black jade, carved into the shape of a cloud, with the name of the emperor engraved in the middle of the jade, a flamboyant and phoenix dancer. The word "Zheng".The whole piece of jade is wrapped with a bright yellow silk ribbon, which has become a bit worn out.

Lord Meng Xiaohou was a little awkward holding this jade, he would not know that his name "Xuanyun" was a black cloud, his father Menghou lived a casual life, and he named his son casually, and there was a concubine in his family The younger brother, called Qinglan, is more elegant than Xuanyun.

What was picked off from the emperor must belong to the emperor, why did the emperor's belongings happen to be the ink cloud jade pendant, and it happened to be rewarded to him with this "Xuanyun"?

And those startling words...

The emperor's temptation was really powerful, even a seasoned dramatist, he almost couldn't take it anymore.

The little dude blushed after realizing it. After a few days since that night, he still couldn't forget the fiery entanglement with the beautiful emperor. This is not like him at all. As a subject, how could he treat the emperor like this? Dirty thoughts, and he should have no intentions towards the emperor...

What's going on here, why did you come here for no reason?

The young master wanted to pinch the culprit irritably—to give him a hand and calm down.

"Little Lord, little Lord!"

Director Wang chased up from behind, smiled and gave Meng Xuanyun a bottle.

"This is the best ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis in the palace. The emperor specially ordered the old slave to bring it to the young master."

"But I wasn't hurt..."

Meng Xuanyun was stunned for a moment, seeing Wang Yongshun pointing to the forehead with a smile, he unconsciously touched it and realized that Mr. Wang was referring to the bruise left by his grandmother's beating a few days ago.

"...Thank you, Your Majesty, and thank you, Manager Wang, for your kindness."

When Meng Xuanyun took the medicine bottle, he felt that it weighed a thousand catties. What exactly does the emperor want to do? ?

Wang Yongshun sighed: "Young Lord, don't be polite. The emperor is a little impatient, but his heart is good. The young master will remember the emperor's kindness in the future. It is not easy for the emperor. He has been staying in the past few years. By the side of the late emperor, I didn't meet a caring person. I was thinking of the little prince, and wanted to treat him better, but things always went wrong..."

Wang Yongshun babbled about the emperor's journey on the grounds of sending Meng Xiaohou out of the palace, and Meng Xuanyun was frightened when he read it.

The young master returned to the mansion anxiously, and Meng An was waiting for him. It turns out that the few things he sent Meng An to inquire about before now have clues.

For the time being, he didn't know how to face the emperor, so he had to put the emperor aside first, and deal with his eyes first.After figuring out the whole story of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Meng Xuanyun informed the masters of the Xiaoyaohou Mansion, and gathered together in Chaohui Hall to discuss matters.

Old Madam Meng knew that Yue Mo had found a perpetrator, and with other intentions, she ordered someone to go to the north of the city, and invited another victim, Mr. Mei, to come over to talk about it.

Mei Zheren was originally fabricated by Meng Xuanyun. In order not to expose the truth, the old lady had just sent someone in front, and Meng Xuanyun ordered Meng An to follow him to the north of the city. He tried every means to refuse the old lady's invitation in the name of Mr. Mei.

Unexpectedly, Meng An was useless, so he ran back in a hurry and said that there really was a Mr. Meizhe Renmei with the same name and surname in the north of the city. You can't rob the house, you can only look at the real Mr. Mei anxiously, that person is already on his way to Xiaoyaohou's mansion.

Meng Xuanyun: "..."

Wouldn't it be so coincidental? ?

The young master can even get the playbooks at his fingertips, and his reaction is very fast. Even if Mr. Mei does have such a person, he is not the one he offended. It's done, time is running short, the old lady will not send someone to invite her again.

Sure enough, according to what Meng An said, after a cup of tea, Mr. Mei, dressed in a green shirt and wearing a black gauze cone hat, appeared in the Meng Mansion. The dress, the hat is still the one he gave away, and the things at home will not be unrecognizable.

The little marquis said tremblingly: "You, are you..."

Taking advantage of no one around, Mei Zheren lifted up the black veil, revealing a beautiful face.

Little Hou Ye's blood froze all over his body. In the blink of an eye, he seemed to be back on the Mid-Autumn Festival night. He had suffered from this face, and now he would not admit his mistake even if it turned into ashes.

"You, why are you here?"

The young master wished he could pass out immediately, your majesty, please don't add drama without authorization!

Mei Zheren smiled and said, "If I don't come, how do you know that your old lady is looking for me?"

Mr. Mei would not say that since he returned to the palace, he has sent a secret guard to guard the Meng family. He is afraid that the young master will be in need. From the person's name and identity, it is known that it is the masterpiece of the young master.

He was out of anger before, but it didn't take long for him to leave. Thinking about how the little marquis defended him in front of the old lady and beat him for him, Mr. Mei felt a little regretful. Given this opportunity, he still wanted to see her When I saw Lord Hou.

"This time it was a family scandal. I didn't expect grandma to invite you here by mistake. Minister... I have something to say first. If there is something wrong, please forgive me."

Meng Xuanyun bowed respectfully. After all, the other party was tired by him, and he should indeed let the other party know the truth.

Mei Zheren's bright eyes were hidden under the black veil again: "I said, I won't blame you."

The emperor's temptation came again, the young master froze for a moment, and said embarrassingly: "That's good, that's good."

The young master lowered his head cautiously, his eyes either fell on Mr. Mei's boots or the corner of his clothes, and occasionally he would quickly glance at his belt.

Just at this glance, he found a ring of teeth marks on the belt.

"Mr. Mei, your belt??"

Why does it look familiar.

Mei Zheren hooked his lips and said: "Did you forget? This is what you left behind. It would be great if the young master could tie my belt every day."

I don't know if it's because of the change of identity, Mr. Mei is actually much more frivolous than in the palace.

Meng Xuanyun was about to lead him to the seat, when he heard the words, he slipped in horror, almost losing his dignity in front of the imperial court.

After a long time, it turned out that it was the one he gnawed when he was drunk, and if he wore it like this with his saliva on it, wouldn't the emperor be afraid of the smell?

As for the daily belt, the blushing young master said that it was all a temptation, and he didn't have any qualms at all.

"Mr. Mei, I beg you, don't carry any pot that is not open."

Mr. Mei frowned: "Why can't you mention it? Are you going to let me pretend it never happened?"

The little marquis hurriedly said: "Is it possible?"

"Impossible." Mr. Mei, who is not open-minded, gouged him out, snorted and said proudly: "Is this Mr. You can forget me if you say so?"

If you want to start chaos and end up giving up, there is no way!

Young Master: "..."

The young master was worried and broke down, the emperor's temptations became more and more severe.