Thousand Faces Lock Royal Heart

In the early morning, the sunlight through the window shone on Zhan Linglong's beautiful face, he stretched out his hand to block the glaring light with his palm, and suddenly felt a strange sight, he opened his eyes suddenly.First, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch the side, and what she reached out touched was the cold bed, and she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"The emperor has gone to court, sister Ling is feeling better?" A soft voice sounded, and the person who spoke was sitting on a jade carved chair opposite the bed, and it turned out to be Yiran who had just sat on the queen's throne.

Zhan Linglong was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately realized that he sat up and was about to get off the ground, but just as he lifted the quilt, Yiran who came up stretched out her hand to support her, and she said worriedly: "Sister, don't get up!" , you are not in good health, so there is no need to be polite, just lie down quickly."

"...Thank you Empress Empress for your sympathy. I don't know what's the matter with Empress Empress coming to my concubine so early?" Zhan Linglong followed the empress's words, she didn't know why she said she was not in good health, maybe she heard some news , or perhaps an excuse to find fault.In short, no matter what her purpose of coming here is, he can only be a soldier to cover up the water and earth.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that my sister heard the emperor talk about my sister's physical violation last night, and she has been thinking about it all the time, so she came to disturb her early in the morning, and disturbed her dream. It really shouldn't be." Yi Ran said very sincerely, Her hand was always holding Zhan Linglong's.

"Thank you, Empress, for your concern. This concubine already feels much better. It is my concubine's fault to worry your empress." Zhan Linglong pulled out his hand. People didn't know that he was a man, but he knew that he was so close to a woman. Intimacy is really not good.

Yiran hadn't opened her mouth to speak yet, but a court lady who had been standing beside her snorted coldly and said, "Miss Ling, you are being polite. It's a trivial matter for you to worry our empress, but it's a big deal for you to make the emperor worry about it. Last night, the emperor Your illness means you have to come back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.”

Zhan Linglong looked at the maid. He had seen it before. It was a maid who had been with her since Yiran entered the palace. She must have been brought from her natal family, just like the relationship between himself and Zhan Jin. general relationship.Zhan Linglong didn't care much about her obvious unfriendly attitude of arguing for her master.

On the one hand, he really felt that Shuozhen did too much last night, and on the other hand, his relationship with Yiran has always been relatively good. This little girl is not very old, and she has a pure feeling, not like Yue Guiren and Yao Guiren. scheming.

"Ning'er, your courage is getting bigger and bigger. Who taught you to say those words just now." Yiran's usually soft face showed a trace of irritation, and she glared at the maid beside her.

The palace maid named Ning'er knelt down immediately, but she still had a stubborn expression of refusing to admit her mistake, "These words are from the heart of the servant. No one has taught the servant. Whether the empress likes to listen to it or not, it doesn't matter." It's true, isn't it?"

Hearing what she said, Yiran trembled with anger, and she stood up abruptly.

Zhan Linglong clasped Yiran's hand, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, why should you be angry? This little girl is right. It's the concubine's fault. It really shouldn't have worried the Emperor and Your Majesty. The concubine will definitely be more careful, take good care of herself, and won't let you and the emperor worry about the concubine."

Seeing what he said, Yiran had no choice but to sit down again, but she still gave Ning'er a hard look, her reproach was beyond words.