Morbid pet

On the Hall of Tai Chi.

The cabinet has already quarreled, and in order to shirk responsibility, they blame each other. The scene is like a frying pan for a moment, and greasy heat is constantly bursting out.

Zhou Yu was sitting on the dragon chair, leaning on the desk with his elbows, rubbing the space between his brows vigorously.

The day-to-day research on strategies, disaster relief, and formulation of brand-new liability clauses has exhausted all his energy. His eyes are covered with black and white, which makes his skin whiter and reveals a morbid whiteness.

Xie Lingfeng became Zhou Yu's personal manager, and he stepped forward to rub Zhou Yu's head intimately.

Suddenly there was a report at the door: "Princess Changle has arrived—"

The quarrel in the cabinet did not stop because of the arrival of the princess, but intensified.

As soon as Chang Le came in, she was shocked by the high air pressure inside. She looked at the sixty-year-old minister, then shook her head, and her eyes went to the high position, and fell into Zhou Yu's eyes.

Zhou Yu stretched out his hand to her, forced out a gentle smile, "Come here."

Chang Le walked over and held his hand, Xie Lingfeng retreated sensiblely, and brought a comfortable chair for Chang Le and put it next to Zhou Yulong's chair.

Chang Le took a seat beside him, didn't speak, just followed Zhou Yu's example and propped his head to watch the quarrel in the temple.

They seem to be passing the buck to each other.

This was Changle's first thought.

Chang Le turned to look at Zhou Yu, and found that he was also looking at herself.

"Go back and rest, okay?" Chang Le asked.

Zhou Yu just smiled wryly, and said, "I can't rest. They haven't come to a conclusion for Gu yet."

Changle doesn't like Zhou Yu's self-proclaimed lonely or lonely king. She thinks that Zhou Yu is not a lonely person, but thinking about it carefully, why is he not a lonely person?

His parents and brothers were all slaughtered, the blood of his close relatives has dissipated, and his harem is always hanging in the air, so what is it if he is not alone?
But Chang Le didn't want Zhou Yu to be the lonely king.

"Our wedding day will be on the first day of next month, and we can already start making preparations after calculating the time."

Zhou Yu frowned in a rare way. He seemed to have just remembered this incident. He looked at Changle apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, I've been too busy during this time, so I ignored you. The time for getting married should be later. Push it again, why, are you in a hurry?"

Changle's heart instantly cooled down, as if he had swallowed a three-foot sharp ice, stuck from his throat to his heart, and frozen three feet.

"In the beginning, you have overcome all difficulties and promised me to get married within three months. The wedding dress, dowry, decorations, procedures, and even the date of the Qin Tianjian have been arranged. Now you tell me, 'Why, you are in a hurry ?'"

Chang Le almost cried in the end.

"Zhou Yu, you were the one who wanted to marry me desperately from the beginning!"

"Why did you change your mind now?"

Her voice was close to a hysterical roar, drowning out the voices of the ministers, the scene suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Zhou Yu smiled awkwardly at the courtiers, then pulled Chang Le and walked out.

It was snowing heavily outside.

Heavy snow like goose feathers fell on the heads, shoulders, and bodies of the two of them. Changle was still wearing a short jacket without a coat, but she didn't feel cold, because the coldness of the body was hard to feel when the heart was cold.

Zhou Yu explained weakly: "Changle, you see that the cabinet is full of quarrels, and the refugees along the coast are already preparing to revolt. I really don't have time to think about marriage. Why can't you understand me? " He tightened Changle's arm, "Changle, trust me, I will definitely give you the most beautiful wedding. But now, I really don't have time, it's not that I won't do it for you, don't misunderstand me, okay? good?"

Chang Le couldn't help crying, "I can't spare half a day, can I? All the procedures and preparations for the wedding banquet are arranged by me. You only need to appear in the wedding party. In this way, don’t you even have time? Or do you want to reserve a place for other people in your harem?”

This is very murderous to say.

Chang Le said sullenly: "You have been sleeping in the imperial study room for half a month, so don't come to me to hold the platform in the future." She turned around and left in anger.

Zhou Yu stood where he was, stomped his feet suddenly, "Damn it!" Then he strode back to the Tai Chi Hall.

Changle almost trotted along the way, Dian Cui and Die Shi chased her with a group of court ladies, but only heard Changle's restrained crying.

"Zhou Yu, you bastard! If you cheat him, you won't cherish it! I'll make him regret it for the rest of his life!"

Die Shi ran over, "Princess, don't think about it too much. Xie Lingfeng has told me about His Majesty's movements during this time. His Majesty has indeed been working hard for state affairs. It's not that he doesn't want to marry you."

Chang Lehong looked at Die Shi, "You all think so?"

Dian Cui nodded with some difficulty, and stepped forward to comfort her: "Princess, don't get so angry, it's very cold today, this servant will help you go in and rest first, and then drink a bowl of ginger soup."

Chang Le said coldly: "I want to go out of the palace!"

Dian Cui and Die Shi glanced at each other, then compromised: "Okay, then let's change into thicker clothes before going out."

Changle responded sullenly.

"Go to the black market."

How could the two little girls know where the black market is? Changle walked through it twice last time. She had a good memory and could find the entrance, but she only had a vague impression of the exit.

Dian Cui was a little worried that their guards were short, and only brought eight people, "Princess, do you want to bring more people? What if something happens?"

Chang Le said coldly: "Eight beggars are too many, let them all change into casual clothes."

Dian Cui faltered and said: "Yes"

Zhou Yu was so busy that he didn't even bother to find someone to keep an eye on Chang Le, but continued to fight with the courtiers.

Changle left the palace so smoothly, and the carriage drove all the way to the entrance of the black market.

When a nearly vertical staircase was placed in front of everyone, Die Shi subconsciously walked back with Chang Le, but was pushed down by Chang Le.

"right here."

Die Shi: "How do you walk up this steep staircase? There must be an entrance, let's look for it at the door. Diancui!"

Dian Cui responded, and then frowned and persuaded: "Master, let's take a look, you don't have to go to this place, it sounds scary."

Chang Le shook his head stubbornly, "No, I'm going. If you dare not, just stand guard at the door."

Dian Cui and Die Shi repeatedly denied it, "That's not what it means. Since you are going, let the guards carry you down, and we can run down by ourselves."

Chang Le pursed her lips, then let go, and said lightly: "I want to go down and try by myself."

"Don't—"

Before Dian Cui finished speaking, Chang Le had already strode down. She was light and didn't need much effort to keep her balance, so she just moved down.

The people behind saw the master going down, so how could they dare to delay.

Immediately ran, jumped, and walked down.

A group of people shuttled through the dark tunnel, and there were rats creaking on the left and right, which was extremely weird.

They didn't know what Changle was going to do in the black market.

Only Changle himself knows.

She is looking for someone.