The disease that is about to wear out, the goddess is broken

Chapter 194 Don't Touch My Little Emperor 21
What do you mean small pieces?
Mianluo: "I am a daughter."

"so?"

"Peting is true, but there is no love."

"That can't be done. The minister will be jealous, so jealous, and His Majesty comforted that Yuan Yue."

"Cough cough."

Are the pieces vinegar essence?

Didn't she casually comfort her, "Are you all right?"

Mianluo felt that she couldn't get used to him.

Mianluo pretended to be dignified coughing, but no one paid any attention to her, then Mianluo glanced at Gu Zhuoyu, coughed harder, and then choked on her saliva.

Mian Luo took a sip of tea and calmed down.

"Cough...then I promised you to disband the harem, and you are still jealous, what else can I do?"

"Will your Majesty marry me?"

Mian Luo suddenly laughed, "Not good."

Mian Luo recalled that time on the Lantern Festival, when Gu Zhuoyu said he was willing to marry her, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

She remembered the grudge on the Lantern Festival, when the candied haws fell to the ground and she couldn't eat any more.

Mian Luo raised her eyelashes to meet a pair of eyes, the man's eyes were calm and breezy, and the corners of his lips curled up inexplicably.

With a calm expression on his body, he held Mianluo by the hand.

His phalanx has beautiful lines, and he wears a jade ring finger, which does not look vulgar, but instead neutralizes the sharpness, giving it a soft and fuzzy beauty, which inexplicably makes people imagine what it looks like when the smoke is lingering between his fingers.

Mian Luo got closer to him, and saw his slightly lazy posture, his fair side face with delicate lines, and his outline radiating coldness.

The tip of the narrow and beautiful eyes is also dyed with a light crimson color, the color of the bottom of the eyes melts people's hearts, and there is a little bit of broken light anyway.

He suddenly narrowed his eyes,

She covered her slender lips irresistibly, between her lips and teeth, there was a cool and light fragrance, plundering the breath of the nine-five supreme being.

Mian Luo couldn't breathe, she opened her lips and wanted to bite him, but he kissed him even deeper.

……

Gu Zhuoyu finally got up, the little emperor glared at him, his eyes flickering.

The young man's lips curled up, his crow-feather-like eyelashes drooping slightly, his voice was clear and shallow, tinged with passion and desire, against the soul-stirring eyebrows and eyes, he looked even more beautiful, as if he had been subdued, he bent his eyes, "I'll marry you."

The young prime minister is amazingly talented and has the power to overwhelm the world.

But soft and gentle, willing to marry the little emperor.

Mian Luole laughed, "I won't marry you, will you marry me?"

The young man nodded.

"Marry me as a concubine? I can't give you the position of queen."

Gu Zhuoyu knew that Mianluo was still angry about that Lantern Festival.

"It's okay to be a concubine, Your Majesty can't marry another concubine."

"Well, it depends on my mood."

The star-like eyes of the young Han Ye are slightly narrowed, the sky blue is shining, and the long eyelashes look strange, which contrasts with the snow-white complexion. He has a sweet and soft chuckle, with a hint of morbidity, "Your Majesty—"

The boy approached Mianluo, and the faint and light fragrance swept over the girl's forehead.

"Ah... you are alone, you can let me go back." Mian Luo once again followed her heart.

"The minister will take you back."

"……Oh."

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Mian Luo didn't expect Gu Zhuoyu to let her go back as a woman.

In the huge court hall, you can hear the drop of a needle.

The young girl has a fair and beautiful face, a calm and majestic expression, and is dressed in a bright yellow dress with glittering dragon patterns.

"For I am a woman, what can all the lovers be dissatisfied with?"

The empress had a calm and soft voice, her blue hair was simply rolled up, she was obviously a young girl but no one dared to object.

"I have no objection."

A cold voice lingered in the hall in a low voice.

The young prime minister with black hair and snow clothes stood in front of the imperial steps.

Long and thick eyelashes are drawn down, pupils are exquisite, the light in the eyes is as light as the cold wind, the bright red lips are pursed, the expression on the beautiful face, and the whole body is cold.

(End of this chapter)