The queen is also a big boss today

Chapter 297
"Boss, tell the truth, are you trying to please others?" Ouyang Xin looked at Di Beiyao seriously, and asked seriously.

Di Beiyao: "...?"

Why did she take advantage of Kong Boxu's beauty? ? ? ?

Shangguan Xiaohu's eyes narrowed slightly, his knuckle fingers gently rubbed the rim of the wine glass, and expressed his concerns:
"This move is too hasty. Kong Boxu has not yet entered the official position, and if he is allowed to be the prime minister, I am afraid it will be difficult to convince the public."

"That's right, I feel very unconvinced right now." Ouyang Xin nodded in agreement, he is an imperial businessman, and he couldn't even go to court in the morning.
Why did Kong Boxu become the prime minister and the head of the hundred officials? The boss is definitely greedy for Kong Boxu's beauty, absolutely!
"Believe me, Kong Boxu has this ability, so don't worry." On Di Beiyao's beautiful face, those red phoenix eyes nodded with an inscrutable smile.

Shangguan Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, and if he didn't speak any more, it would be regarded as an acquiescence.

However, Ouyang Xin said unwillingly, leaned forward and said meanly: "Oh, boss, if you think about me, I think I can do it too."

Di Beiyao pursed his lips and smiled, and calmly pushed Ouyang Xin away: "Good boy, be your imperial merchant."

"Okay." Sanjin whispered aggrieved.

*
Quietly leaving the palace, and then quietly returning to the palace, looking at the empty Crouching Dragon Palace, Di Beiyao felt extremely uncomfortable.

Covering her head with a brocade quilt, her heart was overwhelmed, she missed Jun Wuji so much...

Taking a deep breath, he could vaguely smell the faint and clear fragrance of Youjun Wuji on the brocade quilt.

It's just that the smell is very mild, Di Beiyao was a little unwilling to do so, got up and took out a silver-white robe from under the pillow,

Well, it was the smell of Jun Wuji, he closed his eyes comfortably, and fell asleep after a while.

Hundreds of miles away, a camp was stationed in the forest beside the official road.

The bonfire is slowly burning, and sparks sparkle from the fire, and there are occasional crackling noises in the silent night.

In the tent, Jun Wuji was wearing a silver-white cloak over his shoulders, gently touching his heart with his hand,

Taking out Di Beiyao's brocade handkerchief from his bosom, looking at the crooked red plum on the brocade handkerchief,
The silver eyes are doting, the deity's face is full of affection and softness, and the corners of the thin lips are bent happily,
Looking up at the stars all over the sky, his silver eyes were deeply stained with a little lovesickness, the little guy should have fallen asleep at such a time.

"Ma'am, wait for me."

*
The world is like a gap, time is like a horse, the weather is getting colder and colder, and it has entered the deep winter in a blink of an eye.

As Qin Tianjian said, this year there is really heavy snowfall as before, large flakes of crystal clear snowflakes drift down from the sky one after another,

Snow covered the whole of Kyoto. The glazed tiles of the imperial palace and the bells under the corners of the eaves were all covered with a layer of clear snowflakes.

There are not many court ladies and eunuchs walking around in the palace, let alone a master with status in the palace.

Di Beiyao had just finished his morning court, with fox fur on his shoulders, a hand warmer in one hand, and a Langhao brush in the other to review the papers.

In the imperial study room, there was a charcoal fire to keep the house warm. Even so, Di Beiyao still felt very cold.
There is no way, as soon as winter comes, Di Beiyao's hands and feet are very cold, and it has been like this since he was a child.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" The voice of excitement came from a distance before anyone arrived, and the little girl was always so energetic.

Di Beiyao's hand holding the wolf howling pen to review the memorial was a little stiff, and after reading a few books, he put down the pen and rubbed his hands.

No, just as Di Beiyao put down the Langhao brush, he put his hand in his mouth and groaned, then rubbed it with another warm hand.

"What good thing happened? Excited like this?"

Di Beiyao watched with amused expression as he rushed into the imperial study room in a hurry, his little face flushed and he was out of breath.

(End of this chapter)