Charm of a Thousand Moons

Accompanied by the sound, Qian Yueche's small figure stepped in from the door, followed by Nuojie whose head was almost touching the ground with his head down.

Seeing Qian Yueche dressed in this outfit, Qian Yueshen was taken aback for a moment.

Haha ...

Then there was hearty laughter, and everyone relaxed their hearts. They shouldn't be beaten, right?

Qian Yueshen stepped over the kneeling maids, eunuchs and guards, and embraced Qian Yue Che who was at the door, "Che'er really likes to surprise Father." When he glanced at Nuo Jie, he rolled his eyes sharply. squint.

Nuo Jie shuddered, and couldn't help complaining about his own fate: the big ones are as difficult to serve as the small ones...

Sitting on the chair, he stretched out his hand to remove the glasses that blocked Qian Yueche's eyes. They were really beautiful golden eyes, but when his hands touched the glasses, a cold light flashed from his eyes.

Although it was very fast, Qian Yueche saw it.

"If father likes it, Che'er will draw another sketch, and let Nuojie make it for father." Meekly, she nestled into the arms of Qian Yueshen, playing with the clothes on Qianyueshen's chest with her small hands.

"Che'er drew it herself?" Qian Yueshen asked thoughtfully, looking down at that tender face.

Qian Yueche didn't answer directly: "Che'er likes to draw."

After not hearing Qianyue God's voice for a long time, Qianyue Che raised her head from his embrace, but when she looked up, she found Qianyue's piercing eyes looking at him deeply.

"Father?" The pure voice revealed a puzzled tone, but the clean eyes looked at those sharp eyes fearlessly.

Qianyue God raised Qianyue Che's chin with one hand: "It seems that Che'er hasn't told Father, how happy is Che'er going out of the palace today?"

The hand pinching his chin exerted some strength slightly, causing Qian Yueche to wrinkle his delicate brows in pain, but it was obvious that Qian Yueche committed the crime knowingly.

This man's heart is heavy.

"I'm happy. The street is full of people, so it's very lively. Of course, Che'er would first like to thank the emperor for allowing Che'er to leave the palace." Looking at Qianyue God's unpredictable face with big innocent eyes, he stroked her with her small hand. Qian Yueshen pinched the hand on his chin.

"Enzhun? Did I allow Che'er to leave the palace? What Che'er wants to thank is himself, who grows bolder." Qian Yueshen's deep voice began to cool down again: "Seeing the people kneeling on the ground below ?"

"Look... I saw it."

"They're going to be beaten to death right away. Does Che'er know why?" The moderate voice clearly reached everyone's ears, and the people kneeling on the ground began to tremble again.

A hint of doubt flashed across Qian Yueche's bright eyes: "Che'er told them not to tell Father."

"That's the problem. This is the imperial palace. Of course they want to listen to Che'er's orders, but they seem to have forgotten that the imperial palace is a place with rules, and I am the king of a country." The cold and proud voice carried the aloof temperament of a man, handsome His face exuded a noble majesty.

Until this moment Qian Yueche understood, he forgot whether this is the modern age, and the palace is the place with the most rules and the most complicated place, but the man holding him at this moment is the source of everything here, the palace's Everything revolves around him, and all the rules are determined because of him.

"If that's the case, Che'er would like to thank them instead?" A crisp voice came from Qian Yueche's mouth again: "Because they obeyed the rules and obeyed my father's will, You didn't tell Father about my leaving the palace immediately."

"Huh? Che'er should thank them, because they risked their lives to let Che'er out of the palace without my consent." There was a trace of ridicule on his thin lips, and he looked coldly at the child in his arms. And the person kneeling on the ground: "Drag it down."

Even so, Qian Yueshen's heart was still excited, because he also felt the same blood flowing in the bones of the little thing, not because he lost the blood to the little thing, but the blood that emanated from the soul. blood.

Little thing, have you ever noticed that your heart is as cold as mine, and you speak not because you are pleading for them, but because you are testing my bottom line, the bottom line of my tolerance for you.

"Stop." Qian Yueche came down from Qianyue God's arms, and stood beside Qianyue Che with a small body: "Father did this, it is unfair to Che'er, Che'er is the leader of the Manluo Empire The prince, as the son of my father, don't I even have the right to visit my own imperial capital? My father doesn't know how happy I am today. If I didn't want to go out of the palace willfully, I never knew that I was living in a In such a rich and glorious empire, I never knew that my people were so happy and smart, or that my father thought I would always be a canary in a cage, listening to the music emanating from the musicians playing. The beautiful but incomprehensible music that comes out?"

A simple sentence shocked Qianyue God's heart. The feeling of being deeply fluctuated cannot be described in simple words. Standing beside the emperor but not losing the king's air and demeanor, under the light The figure reflected on the ground slowly elongated, and one can even imagine the prosperity and prosperity of the future sitting above tens of thousands of people.

Qian Yueshen embraced the little man standing on the ground again, and the eyes of the two were deeply intertwined.

Emperor Jiujiu's voice dissipated the coldness, but it also carried an evil and charming aura: "Che'er, do you want to be the crown prince?"

Qian Yueche was also shocked because of Qian Yueshen's question, isn't it a woman's heart?But the emperor's heart is also like the weather in June, capricious and capricious.

Those obsidian-like dark eyes stared at him shiningly, but they were too deep and too dark, so they dazzled his eyes, and he could no longer see the bottom.

In just a short while, Qian Yueshen saw the countless expressions of the little guy in his arms, Che'er, once this interest comes, it might take a lifetime to watch it.

The lips are slightly parted, with a trace of tenderness and tenderness: "Che'er is only my father's son."

My heart was shocked, it wasn't that I didn't feel it, but it was an unexpected feeling with indescribable excitement, and the sexy lips parted, and I kissed the child's face lightly: "Does Che'er know the meaning of Shen Che? "

It seemed to be whispering and asking, but the voice was surprisingly gentle.