The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 672 His Promise (1)
Looking frivolously at the extremely luxurious boat they are in now, there is a hint of surprise on their faces. Except for the size of the hull, the interior layout is not inferior to the imperial boat just now, and it is even more comfortable and more suitable for her daily life. living.

The layout inside is no different from that of the Bi'an Palace, with the light golden veils that she usually likes flying, just like the Bi'an Palace, luxurious but not gorgeous.

Looking back at Mu Zhaoming, he said with a faint smile, "The way you send me away is really special, but no matter how similar, without you... I still feel... at home." A place without him will never feel like home , There is a sadness in the charming and coquettish appearance.

Mu Zhaoming stretched out his hand to hug her tightly, raised his head affectionately, looked deeply at the familiar outline, suddenly frowned slightly and said, "Qing Yang, let Xiao Jintian handle the court affairs for you, okay, let's go back to Huaxia together , I don't want to be separated from you." The tone was soft, as if coquettish, as if pleading.

Bo Qing felt that the arms holding her were slightly stiff. Mu Zhaoming lowered his head and kissed her forehead. After a long while, he apologized and said: "The trial of the warship was successful. Xiao Jintian has led the troops to fight against the Holy Moon Dynasty. King Zhongshun will deal with it." Political affairs in the court, as well as imperial examinations, and I... also need to prepare for military affairs, and make the final arrangements for the upcoming battle."

What Mu Zhaoming said seemed to take a lot of determination to say it, he held Bo Qing tightly, and said in a calm voice: "Qing'er, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you."

The girl was finally getting used to being dependent on him, and he had to push her away.

Hearing her invitation, he almost couldn't help but agree to her, and then took her to elope to a place that no one knew, ignoring all kinds of things in the world, and living a peaceful life.

Hearing his apology, Bo Qing felt sore, and was about to hug Mu Zhaoming with his backhand, but was pushed away by Mu Zhaoming, tears rolling in his eyes: "Qing Yang..."

"Qing'er, don't cry, there are people in the boat, and they will laugh at you." Mu Zhaoming left a sentence, walked to the front of the deck, and said without looking back: "Your father mentioned in the letter that the nearest A serial murder case has occurred, I hope you will return to Huaxia in secret, and investigate the matter clearly by the way."

With a frivolous face, he raised his head to endure the tears in his eyes, and said lightly: "Serial murder, what's going on?"

Mu Zhaoming turned his head and said indifferently: "Your father only mentioned in the letter that someone is murdering talented scholars who are preparing to take the imperial examination this year. I don't know the details. You can ask the messenger sent by your father on the way. He is on the painting boat nearby, you can summon him later."

Hearing this, Boqing's eyes froze, but Mu Zhaoming said with a joking smile: "You were in a coma for a long time before, and you haven't eaten since you woke up. You must be hungry."

He was taken aback on his flimsy face, the man's topic changed too quickly, it was true that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and after waking up he continued to exercise vigorously for two nights, he was indeed hungry, but he didn't feel a burst of heat on his face.

"What are you thinking, your face is so red?" Mu Zhaoming suddenly appeared in front of Boqing.

"Think..., I didn't think about anything, I hate it." She dared to pry into her mind, and gave the man in front of her a flirtatious look, feeling a burst of shame in her heart.

"Hehe..." Mu Zhaoming laughed lightly, wrapped his thin feelings into his arms, bowed his head and kissed deeply.

cough cough...

Suddenly there was an embarrassing cough, knowing that someone was coming, his face was even more embarrassing, but Mu Zhaoming didn't take it seriously, and after finishing his kiss calmly, he let go of his lips and teeth.

Boqing was embarrassed for a while, and she didn't dare to look at anyone, so she just buried her face in Mu Zhaoming's face, and then stopped until someone teased: "Your Majesty invited me to come to the banquet, I didn't expect to perform in person, please wait Appreciation, it is so warm and hospitable.”

When the visitor said this, Bo Qing was even more unwilling to meet the visitor, but he also knew who the visitor was. Not long ago, he married Miss Shen Yu from the Shen family, the former Qingxin little monk, and Yu Qing from the Yu family.

Yu Qing brought his beloved wife, and Shen Jue next to him. They were invited to the banquet by Mr. Sun who was beside Mu Zhaoming. Unexpectedly, as soon as they boarded the boat, they saw the scene of the two being inseparable. Yu Qing Can't help but make fun of it.

Mu Zhaoming straightened his hair for Bo Qing, covered the kiss mark just now, turned his head and said nonchalantly: "You have been a monk for more than ten years, and you have read Buddhist scriptures with the old monk for more than ten years. It is as thick as an old monk's skin."

However, his gaze suddenly turned to the other three figures that should not appear, and Mu Zhaoming's tone suddenly became cold: "Why are you here?" He was obviously displeased.

"What's wrong?" Boqing showed half of his face curiously.

In the painting boat, not only Yu Qing and his wife, but also Shen Jue, Shangguan Luo, Lan Ling, and Gong Le were looking at them with playful smiles.

Shangguan Luo unfolded his fan with a snap, and said like a young man: "We also occasionally heard City Lord Shen say that Wancheng will hold a feast of flowers selection on the seventh day of July every year, and he wants to go back to maintain the law and order in Wancheng. They all received invitations, and they have nothing to do lately anyway, so you went over to join in the fun together. Why, Your Majesty has an opinion?"

Hearing Shangguan Luo's tone, Shen Jue was rather impolite, and couldn't help feeling terrified, Mr. Mingyue is worthy of being Mr. Mingyue, and even His Majesty dared to ignore him, but he didn't have the guts.

Quickly got up, and said respectfully: "Return to your majesty, empress, things are indeed as Mr. Mingyue said."

Hearing this, Boqing's heart skipped a beat. Thinking about the affairs of Huaxia, Gu Shang was not shy, raised his head and said strangely: "It's held every year, so in previous years, you were invited?"

A hundred flowers choose beauty, isn't it just a brothel to choose an oiran.

Shen Jue could tell that Bo Qing was interested, and said respectfully, "Hui Niangniang, in previous years, I would invite talents from all over the world, but most of them were from nearby cities, but I didn't expect this year...to be so grand."

Mu Zhaoming led Bo Qing into the room, sat comfortably on the main seat, and said indifferently: "When Qing'er is passing by Wancheng, you can go to join in the fun, so as not to get bored on the way." Yan porridge, put it in front of Boqing.

When everyone saw this scene, they exchanged playful glances, especially Shen Jue and Shen Yu, brother and sister who didn't know much about Mu Zhaoming and Bo Qing, so they were shocked when they saw this scene.

Back then, I had heard that Mu Zhaoming was still the Prime Minister, but now His Majesty Jingdi loves his wife very much, and he was a little skeptical at first, but now seeing this scene, he is convinced of it.

Seeing the performance of the two brothers and sisters, Yu Qing maintained the usual unfathomable expression of a master monk, and said with a half-smile: "You don't have to be so surprised, it's nothing to hand a bowl of blood swallow porridge, if it's not because we are here If it’s in the way here, someone will probably feed it himself, and I’ve seen it just now.”

(End of this chapter)