MTL - The Lover’s Prattle-Chapter 36 General Slag (7)

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The new emperor's ascension ceremony, three days later.

Time is rushed, and the normal concession ceremony is definitely not enough time to prepare, but everyone knows that He Weiwen has been planning for many years, and he has prepared these things early. Three days will only be too long and not enough.

Qin Yue read the imperial edict in person. From the stand on the Jinyu Hall, his face was stiff as a stone, and the officials and officials understood that everyone was quiet and orderly. Neatly kneeling down and saluting His Majesty, Long Live Your Majesty, this should be the last time they called Qin Ye like this. If it wasn't for He Weiwen's desire to be justified and give him his way, Qin Key wouldn't even survive.

Qin Yun was too lazy to yell flat, opened the imperial eyes and was dull. His words were smooth and smooth, and there was no emotion in his voice.

The officials below were still a little sad, time was ruthless, and He Weiwen was even more ruthless. He Weiwen's method is far from being comparable to the little emperor. This result is okay. At least He Weiwen took power in the past few years, Qin Guo's people have indeed lived a good life.

Qin Key finally pronounced the name of the concession, Queen: Qi Qingruo.

The entire chapel was so quiet that everyone seemed to be holding their breath.

Queen!

Yes, yesterday's wedding queen, Qin Key has no queen, if she abdicates, she can indeed take over as queen. Almost everyone ignored her. This thunder bombed all the court officials of the Chao Dynasty Church.

He Weiwen stood in front of the ministers. The kneeling man raised his head and could not see his expression, only to see that he bent down. The words that he said with a gentle smile were very firm.

Everyone was buzzing in his head, but he responded, following the leader, and his neat voice was mixed with weird emotions. "Lord waits for the leader. Long live my emperor."

Qin Yue gave no response, and handed the imperial edict to the person behind He Weiwen's arrangement, and turned out of the Golden Temple, no one stopped him, even. None of their focus was on him.

There were waiters waiting outside, the carriage was ready, and his favorite concubines were already waiting. He Weiwen showed mercy to his men. He didn't want his life, and sent him to Jiangnan for a lifetime.

Be content, Qin Yun, he said to himself, at least alive, and can still have his own blood in the future.

Qin Yue stopped and turned to look back. He Weiwen led the attendant in the direction of yesterday's new house.

He has always been gentle and courteous in appearance but cruel and cruel in the inside. When Qin Yue saw him, he mostly smiled. Unlike a military general, like a gentleman with a tender feeling, he could draw a pair of landscapes and put a song on it good words. So his smile is always as tolerant as the landscape, but he has a sense of distance.

It's a little far apart, Qin Yuan can't see very clearly, but He Weiwen's whole body is full of joy that can be seen from the body, you can feel it without looking carefully.

When the throne arrived, everyone gave He Weiwen's position as a means of power, and who can make him dominate the world, willingly full of smiles.

Qin Yue stopped, and the accompanying servant stopped, asking softly, "Your Majesty?"

Qin Yue retracted his thoughts, laughing with ridicule and relief, "Don't call me Your Majesty." He lifted his feet and continued to walk, watching the sabre on his waist suddenly remembered, "Where's the family?"

The attendant pursed his lips and did not answer immediately, it seemed that he should tell him if he should consider it again.

Qin Yue shrugged, "He Weiwen wouldn't let him say?"

"No." The servant responded, answering his question, "Yesterday, Lieutenant General Li was not well guarded, and the general sent them to Nanyu."

"Oh." Qin Yue answered a long time, and then had no words.

Where is the Southern Realm, poisonous witchcraft, Qimen's armor, a little careless, life is better than death. Xi Qingcheng was once a very promising man of He Weiwen. Otherwise, the Queen's candidate will not come from the family. Qin Yue suddenly didn't understand He Weiwen, and he planned for many years. Now that the result is over, is he really happy?

Today's early dynasty only announced the way of giving way. The early dynasty, the ministers have been invited by He Weiwen's guards. As for the ceremony, there are still some procedures that need to be explained to them.

He Weiwen arrived at the door of the dormitory. The aunt stood upright at the door and was ready to salute him. He Weiwen raised his hand to stop it, lowered his voice and asked, "What about Qingruo?"

"Back to the general, the lady should not have been awake, there was no sound in the room." They ... were afraid to go in and watch.

The last sentence didn't say anything, He Weiwen had a rare admiration for them. He opened the door and entered the house.

The dazzling red is lined with sunlight, and the reflected light is reddish in color, which is beautiful and festive.

He Weiwen stepped gently to the bed.

She is awake.

Lying on the bed, dark black eyes were opened, and some hooligans of two legs were put together, dangling.

His face had been scratched, much cleaner than last night, but the pillows next to him were dirty.

Seeing his feet still lingering in the air, his voice lazily asked him, "Become an emperor?"

He Weiwen stood by the bed, nodded with a smile, and reached out a hand to her, "Get up."

She folded her hands under her head, "don't want to get up." The soft, shiny hair was everywhere.

He Weiwen sat down beside the bed. She stretched her feet and kicked, and cursed in her mouth, "You a chaotic thief."

"Huh?" He grabbed her foot with one hand, and she wobbled outside for a long time. Her feet were a bit cold. He Weiwen frowned. On the stomach, pulled the quilt from behind and covered her.

She didn't appreciate it, and kicked him again. "Don't cover it, hot."

He Weiwen frowned, his muzzle momentarily pressed down, Wu Yayan's eyes looked at her, "Yi Qingruo." Dangerous warning.

Qing Ruo kicked him again, broke his hand directly, and lifted the quilt that he had pressed on his body.

There was water on the table, and Qing Ruo walked two steps towards the table. He Weiwen stood up with her lips tightly and pulled her arm.

Qing Ruo held the cup to drink water, with a fruit plate at his hand and a wayward and proud smile at the corner of his mouth. He took an orange from the fruit plate and threw it at him.

He Weiwen didn't hide, the orange hit his forehead.

She also laughed, laughing wildly and wantonly, Bai Nun's feet were on the ground, her toes moved as arrogantly as others.

He Weiwen stepped forward, pulling the tablecloth with one hand, slamming, crackling, everything on the table fell to the ground, and pastry fruits mixed with broken plates piled on the ground. He pulled the cup in his hand and threw it away. He Weiwen bullied himself, Qing Ruo had been pressed on the table in an instant.

His eyes were dark, and he looked tightly at her delicate red lips after running through the water. His voice was low, and he said, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Qing Ruo snorted softly, and looked at him without fear, and his eyes flickered, "Why do you suddenly press me, your brain is sick ..."

"Oh!" He was thrown back onto the bed with a clasp.

Because it was a new wedding bed, big and soft, Qingruo was thrown on it, but her head was a little blurred but it didn't hurt.

He Weiwen seemed to have all the camouflage faded away for a moment. There were no traces of gentle traces on the handsome cheeks, evil eyes, domineering and fierce, the whole person fluttered on her and clamped her body. With Lao Tzu? "

Qing Ruo was too late to answer. The whole body was lifted by his arms around his waist. He Weiwen moved fast and fiercely. The other hand slammed on her **** with the past. "What are you doing with Lao Tzu?"

Brutal and domineering unreasonable beasts.

Two people were lying on the bed, her legs were pressed by him, and the whole person couldn't move. He Weiwen's two slaps on her buttocks did not take any effort, and her body responded more directly and emotionally.

The eye circles became red immediately, and he reached out and hit him. His words were hoarse, "Crouch! He Weiwen! Why are you hitting me ?!"

He Weiwen's eyes spread rapidly like blood, and he bowed his lips and bit her lip. It could not be called a kiss, and it was really fierce and overbearing to eat her.

Qing Ruo was out of breath after he tossed, He Weiwen supported her upper body, clasped her chin with her hands, her eyes faintly told her, "You cross Lao Tzu again, Lao Tzu will kill you."

This is not a threat, it is a fact.

He Weiwen stood up straight and let go of her restraint. He pulled his messy clothes and turned towards the door. He needed to calm down.

Just opened the door, Qing Ruo, still breathing heavily, picked up the big apple brushes on the ground and threw them.

He Weiwen hesitated for a second to hide. Apple had hit him on the back of the head. She was hard enough, and he hurt.

He Weiwen turned, his tall figure looked up against the light, and his eyes were full of blood.

Qing Ruo put his waist on his back and looked up at him without admitting, "He Weiwen, you Turtle King Ba Lan Bandit."

"Well." He Weiwen didn't hold back, smirking. Folding your head with your fists against your lips, shrugging your shoulders and turning, "Have a quick wash, don't you think your eyesight is affecting your vision?"

"... I rub ..."

He Weiwen went out, and the girls who carried the tray outside saluted him.

Each of the bright yellow robes was carefully and beautifully made, and the maidservants waited for her carefully.

Qing Ruo seems to have some hindsight, the clothes from the inside to the outside are just the right size, and the design of the corner details is her habit and like.

Qing Ruo sat in front of the dressing mirror, and the girls gave her a crown.

Qing Ruo looked away from the door, and He Weiwen stood upright at the door, with one hand behind his back, like a tall and solid towering tree.

"He Weiwen!"

Qing Ruo shouted at him.

He Weiwen turned around, didn't speak, looked at her intently and earnestly, waiting for her to speak.

Qing Ruo asked his bright yellow clothes, "Why should I wear bright yellow?"

He Weiwen's eyebrows were gentle around her eyebrows. Seeing the girls had almost made her crown hair, took the hair crown from the tray in the hands of the servants around her, the golden hair crown was small and delicate, carved with lifelike dragons, inlaid in the eyes With red gems.

He Weiwen walked to her step by step, walked around behind her, bowed her head to give her a crown, and asked carefully and softly, "Let you be above 10,000 people, do you want?"

Qing Ruo looked in the mirror with happiness and small pride hidden in her eyes, turned back and looked up and asked him, "Is there anyone else?"

He Weiwen laughed, carefully tilted his head for a moment, and told her firmly, "No."

Just holding her hand and kneeling in front of her, "Three days later, Her Majesty's ascension ceremony. Long live my emperor long live!"

As soon as he knelt, the palace men and the guards outside fell on their knees, and He Weiwen's words fell, and a neat and loud voice sounded, "Congratulations, Your Majesty. Long live long live my lord!"

Only Qing Ruo was sitting on a chair, higher than everyone else, her expression froze, her hand pulled tight by He Weiwen.

He Weiwen gently rubbed her palms to appease, raised her head gently and patiently, like the teacher enlightened her students, "said flat."

She stretched tightly and frowned at He Weiwen. "He Weiwen! I ..."

"Shh." He Weiwen stopped, smiled, and his tone was casual. "Not afraid, obedient, called flat body."

Qing Ruo bit his head and turned his head, taking a deep breath, "flat body."

He Weiwen laughed and took the lead in giving thanks.

When the two words came out, she was the supreme emperor.

He Weiwen took her hand and took her to her feet, "Your Majesty, I have prepared your dorm, will you move now?"

Qing Ruo clenched his hand tightly and looked at her with certainty, the overwhelming and uneasy in the eyes gradually faded, and replaced with the familiar flying colors.

She smiled suddenly, as stupid and arrogant as ever, "He Weiwen, 朕 hungry, 朕 order you, 朕 have breakfast."

Learn really fast.

He Weiwen smiled at the corner of her mouth, let go of her hand, and bent over to command, "Chen Zunzhi."

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Millions of people in this world.

Only she, I kneel, and I willingly die for her.

Long live my lord.

—— [Black Box]