Dressed as the white moonlight of the blackened male protagonist

Chapter 1673 Rescue the Blind Tyrant 37
However, she has to change the ending of the original plot.

Seeing Wan Qihan's eyes getting darker, Yu Jinhua hurriedly said: "Father, brother, let's talk about it when we have time, I'll give you this, you can see for yourself."

As she spoke, she took out a small note from her pocket and handed it to Yu Qingfeng.

"I have to go back to accompany my husband first."

She would have an attack if she was away from that guy for three seconds.

With Yu Jinhua's appearance, in Yu Lan's view, it is natural that she has been bullied by the tyrant, and she is afraid of it.

The heartache couldn't be more distressed, "Sister, don't worry, when I become famous, I will definitely behead the tyrant's dog's head to vent my anger for you!"

"Father, what did my sister write on the note just now? Did she tell us the weakness of the tyrant and let us 'click' him... Hey!???"

Yu Lan followed Yu Qingfeng's hand and spread out the note for a look.

There is no intrigue, no tyrant's weakness.

I saw a few big characters shining brightly on it, flamboyant and phoenix dancing, and the pen was flying like a snake——

"The direction of the heart, Wan Qihan."

Only Yu Jinhua dared to write down the full name of the tyrant.

Calling the emperor by his name is taboo, but beheading is a crime of disrespect.

Looking at the note, Yu Lan seriously suspected that Yu Jinhua had been drugged by the tyrant.

Yu Qingfeng trusts her quite a bit.

"Since Hua'er is like this, then my general's mansion will advance and retreat with her! Come on, you big brother, don't always sneak into the palace and cause trouble for Hua'er. If you annoy my king, Hua'er will suffer again."

Yu Lan lowered her head, "Oh."

He didn't know how Yu Qingfeng found him.

……

Yu Jinhua tightly held the emperor's hand, and followed him back to the Qionghua Palace.

After Wan Chenghan touched her skin, the dryness of wanting to kill slowly fell silent.

In the hall, Wan Qihan had to deal with endless political affairs.

She was just about to run away and go to the dormitory to have a beauty sleep when she was snatched back into his arms by the tyrant.

"If Hua'er is sleepy, she will sleep here alone."

He really regarded the little queen as a human pillow, soft and warm.

If I don't hug for a day, I feel uncomfortable all over.

Yu Jinhua had no choice but to follow Wan Chenghan's wishes and sit on him.

He took off the complicated and beautiful headdress, and leaned lazily on his neck with his black hair.

Turning his lips sideways, the soft and hot breath gently blew on the side of Wan Chenghan's face.

Because Yu Jinhua was tired.

So... Xuan Ying, who had been forgotten for a long time, came to read the memorial again.

Now he was not surprised at all, seeing that Yu Jinyu had just suffocated and then returned to normal, and he didn't even quarrel with her.

Maybe it's because she didn't harm Wan Chenghan.

Not an hour.

The memorial read one after another.

It's true that Wan Tenghan is a tyrant, but his wisdom is also real.

He has two purposes at once, chatting with Yu Jinhua, and can still critique memorials steadily.

I don't know what came to mind, Wan Qihan suddenly hooked his thin lips, and asked the little woman in his arms, "Are you afraid of snakes?"

"Snake?" Yu Jinyu was puzzled, and her eyes were slightly surprised, "Of course I'm not afraid. Is my husband's snake garden fun? You can take me for a stroll if you have time."

Wan Chenghan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her say that she was not afraid.

"It's good not to be afraid of snakes. If you look at snakes, it may...not be good in the past few days."

"Wait for about seven days." He replied.

Yu Jinhua remembered that the officials at today's banquet forced Wan Qihan to accept the concubine, and the men would definitely want to punish them.

Asked if she was afraid of snakes, he was thinking...

After thinking of a certain possibility, Yu Jinhua looked at Wan Chenghan's extremely beautiful demon face with certainty.

Ruthless, he is still ruthless.

(End of this chapter)