My Empress is My Bad Girl

Yun Dai looked around and sniffed, "I'm a little hungry, let's go back to eat!"

Taking advantage of Zhao Yuanjing's carelessness, she took off and ran away with her skirt.

"You go slowly, don't fall!"

Zhao Yuanjing shouted from behind.

When it is snowing, a thick layer has accumulated on the ground.

A fall is not fun.

Besides, her knees have been cold, so walking on such a cold day is not easy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished shouting, Yun Dai slipped on her feet——

Bao Xing exclaimed: "Be careful, empress!"

He hurried over, but couldn't make it at all and could only do it in a hurry.

At this time, a figure flew over her head. Before Yundai’s body fell, she could catch her waist, tap her toes lightly, and flew over a snow-covered willow tree with her in her arms, turning in a circle, steady. Fell to the ground.

The posture is extremely elegant.

People around the palace cheered.

Most people in the palace have never seen Zhao Yuanjing's true face, and don't understand why the Queen only wants to spoil him, but at this moment, there is only a stunning glance.

Yun Dai smiled excitedly: "Interesting, really interesting!"

"Interesting? Who are you going to scare to death?" Zhao Yuanjing was out of anger and whispered, "I must punish you."

He didn't put her down, just hugged her back to Luyuan.

On this day, Yundai failed to eat her morning meal.

The relationship between the two of them does not shy away from anyone.

In the palace, the eight gate lords, the princes and nobles of the Northern Qi Dynasty, all know that their Princess Fu Yuan, the future queen, has a very doting man.

Although there is nothing to be said about this matter, but after all, there is no name and no part.

Still not great.

For the eight gate sects, except for the Cheng family who was badly injured by the separation, the other seven patriarchs came to the palace to meet and talked about it.

After all, Her Majesty still has to pay attention to the influence.

Now that the status of women in the Northern Qi Dynasty has skyrocketed, Her Majesty can no longer lead a bad head. Doesn't this add to the arrogance of women?

Tang Lingfeng almost begged Yundai to give the Silver-faced General an official title in a pleading tone.

They are not for the silver-faced general, but mainly for the future of the men of Northern Qi.

The princess's accession to the throne is already a certainty, and the number of women in the Northern Qi Dynasty far exceeds that of men, and it is inevitable that the yin and the decay are inevitable.

If the women are allowed to follow Her Majesty the Queen, what should the men do?

Yun Dai was slightly embarrassed: "You also know that the royal family is very difficult. If he is appointed as the prince, it will cost a lot..."

The owners looked at each other and sighed together.

Yes, it will be sacked again.

Tang Lingfeng smiled bitterly: "As long as your majesty can give the silver-faced general an official status, we will pay for this cost."

"You said this. Besides, Xiao Ziliang is back, do you know?"

"..."

Suddenly Qian Zhifu covered his head and wailed.

Everyone looked at him.

Qian Jufu frowned tightly, his expression painful: "Your Majesty, the old minister has a headache. I am afraid that it is an old problem. I beg your majesty to allow the old minister to retreat and rest."

Yun Dai caressed the porcelain slippery pattern of the teacup without hesitation, and smiled: "What's the old problem? To tell you, I have some experience in medical skills over the years. If Lord Qian doesn't dislike it, I will give you a pulse?"

"No, no, the old minister is humble, and he is not worthy to let your majesty diagnose the pulse of the old minister.

"It's okay. Between us monarchs and ministers, we don't pay attention to these false courtesies. Baoxing, let Master Qian take a seat."

Baoxing immediately moved a chair and said, "Master Qian, please!"