Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 477 – The Dead

Zhao Qingmei looked at Sikong Que inquiringly, this action made Zhong Liyin despair.

"You decide for yourself. Tomorrow night, I will prepare supper and have it together when you come back."

Although Sikong Que was reluctant to go to Dongyuan with eyebrows lightly, he still saw through the flash of hesitation in her eyes just now, so he took a deep breath and chose to be more tolerant.

It's just that his bottom line is that he can't stay in Dongyuan, so he reminds Qingmei that he must return to his Xiyuan to rest by having supper together.

"If that's the case, the truth will come to the appointment on time tomorrow night!"

After all, it was his birthday, and she had a panoramic view of the scene where he saved Sikong Que from the siege yesterday, so let's take it as a thank you for his kindness in not making trouble.

"Must come, I'll wait for you!!"

It's a little sad, Qingmei cares so much about Sikong Que's thoughts, he is a little depressed, her behavior of turning around makes him feel even more uncomfortable, why don't you go back decisively!
But anyway, she didn't show mercy and immediately rejected his invitation.The contradictory Zhong Liyin convinced himself.

He swept away the gloomy expression just now, and immediately entered the mansion in a comfortable mood. Qingmei did not refuse him. As long as she can take the first step towards him, then no matter how difficult the rest of the journey is, he will surely The wind and rain walked into her heart again.

"Can you prepare a birthday present for him?"

"Or are you ready?"

Sikong Que asked a little sourly.

"You look at the preparations, just something that fits his status as a prince."

Zhao Qing's brows were startled, and he replied without thinking, and he looked at him secretly with the same expression, so he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

What Sikong Que asked just now was obviously a big hole dug for her. If she said that she was ready or would prepare it, the number one jealous king in Fanjing City would definitely overthrow it on the spot!

"Okay~ I'll go to the warehouse tomorrow morning to choose a jade Ruyi with better quality, and you can bring it to him tomorrow night."

Sikong Que curled his lips into a smile, apparently extremely satisfied with his wife's answer.

"You decide!" she replied casually.

"How is the painting?"

She smiled sweetly, and looked at Sikong Que who was taking a portrait of herself with watery eyes.

"I'm a little thirsty, I'll go drink some water first..."

Sikong Que put down his paintbrush, and walked straight towards the table behind the screen. He walked in a bit of a hurry, with an expression of extreme forbearance and urgency, and he even kicked over the lotus table by the bath without knowing it.

"Husband, are you alright?"

Zhao Qingmei looked at Sikong Que worriedly, wondering if he was unwell.

"Well... I'll be back soon!"

"Oh……"

Zhao Qingmei waited for a while, but still did not see Sikong Que coming back, so she got up worriedly and went to look for him.

In the early morning of the second day, Zhao Qingmei woke up in a daze, and saw a magnified monstrously handsome face in front of her eyes.

"Are you awake? I'll get you a court robe!"

"hiss!"

The two of them gasped at the same time, it turned out that when they were rubbing each other last night, each other's long hair was entangled in one place, and it was actually tied into a knot.

"do not move!"

Zhao Qingmei took the dagger that was placed under the pillow for self-defense, and cut off the entangled hair of the two of them.

Immediately, he sat up and parted the long blue and idiot-tangled hair in two.

"Can you weave sympathy knots?"

"will~"

She smiled and handed one of the strands of hair to Sikong Que, and immediately under Sikong Que's guidance, the two began to weave the strands of hair in their hands into concentric knots.

Sikong Que's hands are always exceptionally dexterous, looking at the delicate concentric knot in his hand, and then looking at the messy concentric knot in his own hand, Zhao Qing's brows and eyes were quick, and he mischievously snatched the concentric knot in Sikong Que's hand, and immediately tied him The masterpiece stuffed to him.

"Look, this concentric knot of black hair and white hair can only be made by your hair and mine. Starting today, you must carry it with you! Okay?"

"Can I wear the concentric knot that I wove?"

Sikong Que pursed his lips aggrieved, but the smile reached his eyes.

Green silk and white hair!He is very happy.

"Hurry up! It's too late to go to court!"

Zhao Qingmei stuffed the concentric knot into her bosom, and immediately avoided Sikong Que's eyes and hurriedly got up and dressed neatly...

"you……"

Sikong Que helplessly looked at his wife playing tricks like a naughty boy, he was angry and funny.

Standing in the court hall, the amiable Zhao Qingmei changed into a cold face that strangers should not approach.

She flicked her sleeves lightly, opened her red lips lightly, and added countless souls of the dead to her hands. She was still her, the frightening and powerful minister who stirred up the world.Her tenderness and her smile are only reserved for him in Xiyuan.

In today's court, the officials of the Yushitai really lashed out at Zhao Qingmei for the foolish things he committed in the Xuankong Temple. However, Prime Minister Zhao's face is thicker than the city walls of Fanjing, and the officials' words were dry, and the prime minister still It's a posture that has nothing to do with oneself.

In the end, this matter was picked up heavily by Zhao Qingmei Gu Youyou, and put it down gently, practicing Tai Chi.In the end, he prevaricates with a sentence of family affairs that is the truth.This matter will be over.

(End of this chapter)