Charm of a Thousand Moons

With gentle movements, she carried Qian Yueche into the long couch in the bedroom, lowered her head on his forehead, kissed him lightly, and then pulled a blanket over the little guy's body.

Qian Yueshen walked to the outer hall, leaned lazily on the chair, and looked wantonly at the deputy chief who was kneeling on the ground with narrow eyes: "Why did you bring the fifth prince's property to the Golden Dragon Hall?"

The deep voice carried a charming taste, the black black robe wrapped Qianyue God, and the long black hair was floating wantonly.

The whole person exuded an air of arrogance and sexiness. This man looked like a shining star in the dark, but he was so majestic.

The deputy manager's heart moved, and he quickly looked away. Qian Yueshen's deep eyes seemed to attract people's hearts, and people couldn't help but follow him to sink.

"Return to Your Majesty, before dinner, the Young Highness came down to the House of Internal Affairs and ordered the slaves to send the Fifth Prince's belongings to the Golden Dragon Palace for this month." The deputy chief replied cautiously. His uncle had explained before that this emperor's heart is different from ordinary people. It's hard to guess, so you must be "behaved" yourself.

"Every month's property in the imperial palace is distributed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs on the first day of each month. Why is it only distributed today to the fifth prince?" He has always ignored the harem and didn't bother to take care of it. It seems that these people have forgotten who is the real one. Master of the palace.

"Your Majesty, forgive me because no one has come to claim it from the Zhaoyi Palace where the fifth prince lives, so the servant has forgotten such a thing." Sweat kept pouring out from his forehead, why uncle hasn't come yet.

Whoever said that His Majesty's fifth prince is not favored, why is it not the same thing in his opinion.

His Majesty's voice without any emotion is indeed more terrifying, and his heartbeat keeps accelerating.

"Slave?" Qian Yueshen's thin lips curled up suddenly: "Didn't Che'er give you a name just now?"

Heartless and bloody eyes flashed across Qian Yueshen's eyes, his obsidian-like eyes exuded a cold aura, and he would not allow anyone to destroy any traces that proved Che'er's existence.

Even if it's just a trivial name.

"Ah? Yes, yes, only the dog slave knows his mistake, and the dog slave knows his mistake." The deputy manager's voice choked up.

"Even if no one from the Fifth Prince's side has come to claim it, don't you, a slave, know about it when the accounts are checked on the fifth day of every month?"

"Return to Your Majesty, the imperial concubine will check the accounts in person, slave, I don't know." The deputy manager carefully excused the crime.

"What a slave, you actually put the responsibility on the imperial concubine and empress. As the deputy head of the House of Internal Affairs, you can't even take care of the prince's daily life. In my opinion, it's troublesome to keep your head?"

Imperial concubine Yuling Zola, this woman has not been remembered by Qianyue God for a long time. In the past five years, his thoughts have been spent on the little guy, and his eyes have always been around this interesting little guy.

Even if he had a desire, he was never fixed on the same person. There are countless beauties or beautiful boys in the palace. Yuling Zola is a noble lady, with decent manners, so naturally he lacks that kind of indulgence. However, he is a man, and men inevitably like to be on the bed. A woman who let go.

So he seldom entered Yuling Zola's bedroom.

Moreover, this woman also knows how to measure, and Qianyue Tianqi is also quite promising.

It's just that this matter actually involves her?

That woman who is wise and safe?

"Your Majesty, the imperial concubine is waiting outside the palace." Nuo Jie walked in and whispered in Qian Yue Shen's ear.

If Qianyueche was the first person who could tolerate Qianyue God, then Nuojie was another person who could disregard etiquette in front of Qianyue God.

Oh?

Qian Yueshen raised his eyebrows, he was not surprised by the appearance of Yuling Zola, she had read all the accounts of the Ministry of Internal Affairs about the harem.

It is obviously impossible to say that there are things in the palace that she doesn't know about. If she didn't turn a blind eye to Qianyue Tianyu, then she allowed it.

But no matter what, she displeased Qian Yueshen.

"I'm waiting for her." Qian Yueshen's handsome face with a smile stunned Yu Ling Zola who had just entered the door, and her always dignified face blushed.

The heart that hadn't moved for a long time continued to beat again, and the man in front of her was the most beautiful dream of her girlhood.

But the dream will wake up one day, the most unrealistic thing for a woman is to live in the dream forever.

Refreshing, Yuling Zola came to the Qianyue God: "The concubine sees Your Majesty." Even if he is not going to dream again, the throbbing in his heart is still there, always wanting to show this man his best Perfect side.

"Forget it, Nuo Jie will serve you tea." He was still lying lazily on the bed, but his deep eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him, and he didn't look away because it was impolite.

The emperor's gaze has always been domineering.

And Qianyue God also likes to look at people like this, especially a woman, because he knows that no woman can resist him like this.

Of course, this will not work in front of his precious son.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yuling Zola picked up the tea offered by Nuo Jie, and sipped it, "I don't know why the tea in Your Majesty's bedroom is always particularly fragrant."

"Oh? If Yu Ling likes it, let Nuo Jie prepare some when I go back later." No matter how good the tea is, someone needs to like it. Since she likes it, it's just a favor.

"My concubine would like to thank Your Majesty, and please trouble the manager Nuo." The soft voice was just right, and the eyes drifted past the deputy manager intentionally or unintentionally.

Qian Yueshen didn't speak, just drinking tea gracefully, he was waiting, waiting for Yuling Zola to speak.

A thin voice came from the bedroom, in this quiet space, everyone must have heard it clearly, the voice was very crisp, one could tell it was coming from a child, and there was only one child living in the entire Golden Dragon Palace .