The queen is also a big boss today

Chapter 283 said every year, every year, every year.

My lord, you don't want to order your subordinates to want more, woo woo woo~ I always feel that my dog's life will be lost at any time.

With a bitter face, Qingyu cried silently in her heart.

Chu Ziyu couldn't stand it anymore, so he gave Qingyu a hard look, and gritted his teeth and said two words: "Counsel."

The sapphire chick nodded like pecking rice: "Yes, yes, my subordinates are cowards."

As long as he can save his life, it doesn't matter whether he is a coward or not, God knows how afraid he is of the king, but the king's cold glance,
His legs couldn't help but want to tremble, fearing that in the whole world, only his lord would dare to act unscrupulously in front of the king.

After Chu Ziyu breathed out the fragrance of the secret curse, even though he was unwilling in every possible way, he had no choice but to pick up the wolf howling pen on the table and start reviewing the memorial again.

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And the man who was scolded by Chu Ziyu was in the Crouching Dragon Palace in Beiqin, hugging his little guy in a happy mood.

Di Beiyao finally finished reviewing the memorial, and went back to the Crouching Dragon Hall to take a bath without stopping, and then happily hugged Jun Wuji and went back to sleep.

Jun Wuji is going back to South Vietnam tomorrow, Di Beiyao is very reluctant, obviously sleepy, but also reluctant to sleep,
Holding Jun Wuji, nestled in Jun Wuji's arms, talking for a while, Jun Wuji felt distressed and guilty,
Gently coaxing the little guy in his arms, finally let the little guy fall asleep, seeing the sweet sleeping face of the little guy in his arms, the face of the god became more and more gentle.

He lowered his head and lightly pecked Di Beiyao's delicate lips, the familiar sweet taste came over him, tender and affectionate,
The silver eyes darkened and became deeper and deeper. He just wanted to taste it, but he never thought that the little guy's taste would become more and more delicious, which made him a little uncontrollable.

The silver eyes touched the blue under the eyes of the little guy in his arms, and he closed his eyelids, finally suppressing the throbbing in his heart, and reluctantly left Di Beiyao's delicate lips with his thin lips.

In his sleep, Di Beiyao only felt a woodpecker gently pecking at his lips, pouted in dissatisfaction, and waved his tender white hand: "I hate it."

"Hehe..." Jun Wuji's thin lips curved slightly, and a soft low laugh came from his throat, full of joy.

Thinking that he would leave tomorrow, Jun Wuji's silver eyes darkened, reluctance arose in his heart, he lowered his head and gently kissed Di Beiyao's bright and clean forehead.

"Ma'am, wait for me to come back." Coming back soon, how could he be willing to let his little guy spend the New Year alone.

He said that every year, every year must be every year.

The Crouching Dragon Hall is warm and beautiful, but the King Jin's Mansion is in turmoil.

Originally, Di Yunjin was worried that the baby's strange eyes would be too conspicuous, but he never thought that with a wave of the baby's hand, the originally bewitching eyes would become the color of a normal person.

Di Yunjin was quite satisfied at first, but after many days of gloomy mood, he was rarely happy, so he took this cute little thing for a walk in the street as if showing mercy.

never thought...

a while,
in the shop,
"Beautiful man, beautiful man, the color of this rouge is so beautiful, I want it, I want it, ah, and this sachet, the embroidery is so special, I want it, I want it too!"

Emperor Yunjin: "..."

Peach Blossom glanced at it, and the attendants behind hurried forward to pay for it.

After a while,
on the street,
"Beautiful man, I want to eat candied haws! Beautiful man, I want to eat candy man! Beautiful man, I want to eat this plum cake! Oh, oh, it's delicious, I really want to eat it all~"

Feeling Di Yunjin's eyebrows twitching fiercely, he finally couldn't help it, and stretched out his hand to grab the back of Huantuo's neck in front of him,
　I'm eating dirt, my heart is stuffy, God, please let me find a job!
　　It is true that one can starve to death by writing novels.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)