After the love catastrophe, the emperor can't stop loving me

Ever since Yunxi and Qing Changyuan communicated with each other, he has engraved the big words of domineering, favored and arrogant on his forehead.

Of course, to be domineering and domineering is to overlord Chang Yuan, and to be proud of being favored is also to favor Qing Chang Yuan.

Concrete manifestations are all kinds of clinginess.

When Qing Changyuan went to court.

Yunxi moved a small bench and sat by the small yellow gate on the side of the palace.

A fluffy head popped out from behind the curtain, its eyes wide open.

The courtiers below all secretly suspected that the autumn wind had hurt Qing Chang Yuan's ears, and his whole body turned red.

When Qing Changyuan was eating.

When Yunxi ate something he thought was delicious, he put it in Qing Changyuan's bowl.

Of course, he finds everything delicious, so Qing Changyuan's bowl has spikes.

Stared at by those eagerly expecting eyes, Qing Changyuan's face was calm and he would not refuse anyone who came, as if he could eat anything he could eat, which seemed to strangle him to death when he was passive and tired in the past.

When Qing Changyuan corrected the memorial.

Yun Xi sat next to him and read a book, acting as a mascot.

The mascot has the habit of hugging pillows, so he often looks at it and puts the thin and indifferent young tyrant in his arms.

Ever since, Wangcai was surprised to find that the irritable Majesty, who had changed his performance in the past, was simply cultivating himself in various ways to calm his mind.

But Yun Xi couldn't bear it anymore.

He didn't know why there were so many memorials?

I read one after another of my own notebook, and Qing Changyuan finished approving one but there was still one left.

What are you talking about?

Yunxi was curious for a moment, so he pressed Qing Changyuan's shoulder and leaned over to look.

Qing Changyuan noticed that his breath was falling on his face, and his whole body was numb, so he didn't stop him, and raised the memorial a little bit, and showed it to Yunxi.

Yun Xi squinted his eyes, and read: "... There is a woman from a village in the south who is not ignorant of picking up gold, and the owner gave her hardware as a reward."

"There was a book writer named Guang who wrote the characters to death, causing public outrage, and was hanged and beaten by several spectators in the city."

"The abbot of Lingyun Temple passed away yesterday, and it rained in the city for two days."

"The autumnal equinox has arrived, and I bow to Your Majesty for peace."

...

Yun Xi was at a loss.

What is this all about?

It's not as advanced as he thought at all!

Looking at the pile of memorials on the side of the case, Yunxi seemed to know why Qing Changyuan always looked so unlucky that he couldn't sleep well.

Yun Xi doubted life, and couldn't help muttering: "What a ghost, are all the ministers Bai Wuya's? He can write love letters better than him!"

Qing Changyuan didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

Yun Xi reacted, and said shyly: "I mean, what's there to criticize about this memorial? If you have this time, why not write me a little love letter or something like dating and kissing your little mouth."

It's almost like saying "I want you to write me a love letter" outright.

Speaking of which, Yunxi suddenly thought that he collected a lot of things that he would use to hurt Bai Jiu and bully Bai Jiu, but he didn't keep anything that could be used to recall love.

The main thing is that the previous people belonged to him, so Yunxi didn't think too much about it.

But always bring something.

I don't know why Yunxi suddenly thought of a love letter, but Qing Changyuan couldn't refuse Yunxi's request, "Okay, I'll write it now."

Having said that, his eyes didn't move away from Yunxi's face.

Those Laoshizi memorials had long been put aside, and Qing Changyuan leaned in his warm and broad embrace, with the corners of his mouth raised.

It feels so good to be liked by Yunxi, too good to be true.

Just like a child who has never been favored, suddenly receives a gift from God.

Qing Changyuan thought, maybe all the bad experiences in the past were all in exchange for Yunxi.

Yunxi was so shy when Qing Zhangyuan looked at him, damn it, this handsome little tyrant actually seduced him with his eyes!

Well, he succeeded.

Yun Xi rubbed Qing Changyuan's face, rubbed it again, and whispered, "Kiss."

The tip of the nose is facing the tip of the nose, the breathing is staggered, and the distance is a line.

Qing Changyuan raised his chin slightly, and touched Yunxi's lips as soon as he moved forward.

A light kiss.

Just about to leave, Qing Chang Yuan's shoulders were lightly held, Yun Xi pressed her forward, followed by a stormy kiss.

Pop chirp, boo boo, boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo chirp

Spring is lingering in the palace, and the autumn wind is bleak outside the palace. On the tall and strong pine and cypress trees, a few assassins squinted their eyes while leaning on the tree.

"Am I blind? Why does that fierce man holding the tyrant and biting him look a bit like our Second Hall Master?"

"What are you talking about, don't tarnish our Second Hall Master... Wait, it's really a bit similar."

"Be confident, remove the image, this special person is our Second Hall Master!"

...

Junjie rubbed his eyes.

Gui Xiong and the others were already dumbfounded, and stood there in a daze, like dumb birds that had been frozen dumb.

After a long time, Gui Xiong scratched his head and asked weakly: "So, do we still have to save the Second Hall Master?"

Yunxi's wife left him long ago without saying a word, if they also leave him...

Junjie's conscience felt aching again, and what he was about to say would be forgotten, and he would say, "We need to be saved! He must have been forced!"

"After entering the palace, brother Yun can only use his own body to confuse the tyrant in order to survive, and even more so to win us the chance to rescue him!"

"Never give up on any brother!"

Everyone paused, and couldn't help sighing: "What the hall master said, the second hall master, he has been waiting for us!"

The person on the dragon chair can't see clearly anymore, why?

Because tears of sorrow welled up in their eyes!

Can't bear to watch that sad scene again!

The assassins burst into tears, but before they figured out how to steal a living person who was inseparable from the emperor from the deep palace, the living person brought the emperor to the door by himself.

It was also because there was really not enough Yunxi in the palace to torment, he dragged Qing Changyuan, muttering and insisting on liberating people from the long-winded memorial.

He imagined it perfectly.

Why go rolling on a large grassland together, fly a kite on the city wall, pick wild peaches in the mountains...

From the natural scenery, truly feel the fragrance of love.

In the end, I only bought a few catties of chestnuts, and I was looking for green grass all over the city, when I saw a familiar small stall at the end of the street.

In the whole world, anyone who dares to solicit assassins so blatantly and unscrupulously is the only one who can beat the whole family.

There is no way, life is sad, the teacher has not been successful, and the great cause has not been accomplished, and he has lost a major general first.

Still lost the benefactor who gave the money... Ah no, hall master.

This can no longer absorb fresh blood or something.

Of course, even at this moment, Junjie did not give up planning to save people. He held a copy of "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and frowned carefully.

He was so careful that he didn't see the two people walking towards his booth.

There was a knock on the table, and when I looked up, I still didn't recognize it.

The main thing is that when Yunxi came out this time, she was also dressed plainly, not the old "look at me, I'm a rare rich and wronged species, kill me quickly and don't let it go".

There is only a jade pendant tied around his waist, and his long black hair is loosely fastened by the transparent jade ring. Except for that handsome and eye-catching face, he is the little man of ordinary people.

Then Mr. Xiao Lang smiled charmingly: "Brother dei, I see that your complexion is not good, and you must have worries in your heart recently. I will make a calculation..."

A fortune-teller who suffers a thousand knives.

Junjie stood up with a "chuckle" and was taken aback when he saw the person clearly. His anger immediately turned into beams of joy, and he elbowed the snoring Gui Xiong next to him: "Brother Yun is back!"

Yun Xi dragged Qing Changyuan to sit down, "Yes, I'm back."

The word "come back" made Qing Chang Yuan slightly frown.

But he was wearing a veil, so no one else could notice his change, and only Yunxi noticed the gloomy cold air that was released quietly. Yunxi held his hand tightly, and rubbed his fingertips against his palm comfortingly.

There were only two handsome men, Gui Xiong, guarding the booth, and their attention was completely attracted by Yunxi. They looked at Yunxi kindly, one on the left and the other on the right, like an old man and an old lady looking at a good-looking grandson who has been bullied.

They asked him how he escaped, how sad he was to be bullied, where his wife went, whether he was hungry, thirsty or thirsty, what to eat, they asked a lot, but Yunxi didn't know how to answer.

After hesitating for a long time, Yunxi said cautiously, "Then what, actually I have something to tell you."

Junjie: "Tell me."

Yunxi squeezed Qing Changyuan's fingertips, "Well, I'm actually the emperor's man."

Junjie Guixiong said in unison: "We know."

They were the ones who watched and were sent to the palace. Thinking of this, they felt more and more guilty.

Yunxi felt more and more guilty.

How to say that sentence, if you give me a papaya, I will give you a piece of jade, if you give me a heart, I will return you with a heart.

The words are rough and the reason is not rough, the conscience of heaven and earth, Yun Xi has always wanted to help them.

But he has been with the Paohui Assassins for several months, and every time he asks them about the enmity between them and Qing Changyuan, they don't say anything.

I just prevaricate with some words like the righteousness of the world, and if I ask too many questions, I just say that children don't need to know too much, they just need to pay for it.

This time, Junjie's answer was the same as before.

Yunxi said: "I can help you solve it."

Junjie asked: "How do you plan to solve this time?"

Yunxi puffed up her chest: "I'm a concubine now, the kind of concubine I say what the emperor does. You can tell me the matter, and I'll blow the pillow."

Qing Changyuan: "..."

Well, he's already waiting for the pillow wind.

Junjie: "..."

Is this the beloved concubine or the evil concubine who is a disaster for the country?

Junjie was shocked by Yunxi's awareness, a sword swished in a blink of an eye.

Yun Xi was taken aback, and blocked Qing Changyuan, and the point of the sword was aimed at the hem of Junjie's clothes... between his thighs.

It looked like he cut off his robe immediately.

Startled, Yunxi thought it would be wise for Junjie to cut him off.

Junjie lowered his voice, "Could it be that you have joined the enemy's camp and become a lackey of the tyrant? Brother Yun, you have changed! You have changed so fast! I can hardly recognize you now!"

His tone was full of sadness and disappointment.

It's as if my good grandson fell in love with a bad guy who smokes, plays cards, drinks and gambles, and all kinds of heartache beat his chest and feet.

Yun Xi hurriedly said: "Listen to my explanation!"

Junjie: "I won't listen!"

Yunxi: "Listen to my explanation!"

Junjie: "I won't listen!"

Yun Xi was annoyed, "...are you listening?"

Before Junjie could speak, there was a bang, and it was like a purse dropped.

The weight is at least 30 taels of gold.

Junjie was angry: "Where did you think we were?"

There was another bang, and another purse was thrown down again.

The weight is at least 30 taels of gold.

When the purse collided with the purse, a slight golden light came out.

Before he could react in his head, Junjie had already wiped the purse into his sleeve, and the sleeve bag hung down heavily. He looked serious and said righteously: "You can talk first."

The author has something to say:

For memorials and greetings, there are real memorials on the Internet for reference

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