Marry a queen

Murong Jing ate something hastily.

I feel that the food is tasteless, and I can eat it or not.

It was already bright.

He sat on the couch for a while, and Manager Chen reminded him that it was time to go to court.

Murong Jing looked a little tired, raised his eyes and glanced at Mr. Chen lightly, then stood up and walked out.In the corridor, after walking for a while, a young eunuch hurried over, said a few words to Director Chen, and retreated again. [

Mr. Chen smiled from the corner of his eyes. Speaking of which, this is really great news for a certain person.

So, he quickly stepped forward, bowed slightly and whispered behind Murong Jing, "Your Majesty, the empress sent someone to ask, she said she wanted to see you for something, when is it convenient for you?"

Murong Jing's steps stopped, and Ben disappeared with a sluggish gaze. He turned to look at Mr. Chen, and asked eagerly, "It's finally here?" Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, yes!My own reaction just now was quite wrong, and I quickly coughed a few times to cover up my embarrassment.

Standing upright with his hands behind his back, his expression suddenly returned to coolness, as if it was just an illusion, he said indifferently: "Yes, I see. You can arrange it. Say that I will have lunch at Chaofeng Palace at noon." After that, continue walking.

Murong Jing looked indifferent, as usual, but Mr. Chen, who had served for many years, could tell that he was in a good mood at this moment.And walking seems to be easy all of a sudden, like the wind.

Just now, I can't figure out what the emperor intends to do by speculating on the holy will.

Seeing you now, Mr. Chen feels that the harem is about to change.

The queen who was once unfavored, it seems that it won't take long for her to turn around and spoil the harem alone.

After all, so far, the emperor has not shown such colors to any woman, not even the former queen who was once the only favorite.

If so, I'm afraid I wouldn't be living in the cold palace in desolation today.

In the majestic hall, civil and military officials were arguing endlessly below about the cost of repairing the embankment of the Yellow River.

Murong Jing always sat indifferently on the dragon chair and listened——

On the surface, it seems to be listening, but it is very mysterious whether it is really listening.

From time to time, he looked outside, probably trying to estimate the time.