Empress, she always wants to abdicate

Chapter 135

The young emperor held back his shyness, took a step back, and stammered, "Just one day."

"No." Han Zhiyu nodded.

Ying Yu was kicked out of the door just like that, and his footsteps were still floating when he walked.

He looked like he had drunk too much fake wine.

Xuan Ning looked at him and said helplessly, "Your Majesty, you didn't bring your mother out after all."

"Yeah." Although Ying Yu was coaxed, but he was not brought out, he was still disappointed.

The originally elated person suddenly became listless.

But there is no way, the Queen meeting Wanmei is like Tang Monk entering the Pansi Cave.

Xuan Ning regretted that he shouldn't have hit him, so he changed the subject: "Your Majesty, can you visit the concubine next to you?"

Ying Yu frowned subconsciously, and shook his head: "Forget it, I will continue to critique papers."

"This year's papers are all gone." Xuan Ning sighed a little: "Because His Majesty likes to approve papers, those officials are extra diligent in submitting papers for their kindness."

"Hi, please? It's just a flattery to spy on the widow." Ying Yu saw it clearly, and added after speaking: "Since this year's ones are gone, let's find some from previous years, such as the late emperor."

Xuan Ning hit him a thousand times, a little puzzled: "Now that the country is peaceful and the people are safe, why does His Majesty persecute himself like this?"

Ying Yu patted him on the shoulder: "The widow is not like others. I have never been a prince, not even a prince who is valued. If I want to do something, I have to figure it out by myself. There is no other way, I can only do more. Learn more, see more and listen more.”

The imperial art cannot be taught by just looking for a master, it has to be carried by someone, or you need to butt yourself with your head.

Han Zhiyu didn't know that he was fighting at night with the lights on again, all she knew was that she wasn't having a good night.

It's not because of a pang of conscience, after all fairies have no conscience.

It's all because of Wanmei's words.

That's not a romance book at all, but a horror book.

"Is there really a point in your script that refers to me?" When Han Zhiyu said this, she could overcome Wanmei's previous resentment.

On a hot day, she covered herself tightly under the quilt, her arms, legs and feet were not exposed, only a little hair was exposed.

Seeing her like this, Wanmei thought it was interesting and twirled her hair, and replied with a smile, "Why is there no reference?"

She was so frightened that she still looked like this.

Han Zhiyu pulled her hair into the quilt unhappily, she was too scared to feel the discomfort of being covered in sweat.

After all, reading that script made her feel chilled.

In Wanmei's eyes, they only find it fresh and interesting, like small animals, soft and fierce.

No wonder, as long as you have been on the couch, it will be different.

Now she looks at the queen very differently from usual.

She took the paper she had recorded before, and read one by one.

"You said before that if you like to see the protagonist is very powerful, you can't be bullied by others. Isn't that right?" When Wanmei asked, she also pulled her voice together, which was very teasing.

"Also, the protagonist can't be unclean, didn't he do it too?"

Although she was still terrified, Han Zhiyu couldn't hold back and got out of the quilt to retort: ​​"Your protagonist is powerful, killing all directions alone, or torture, or a ghost."

"Unclean did it too, because the male lead died right after he appeared on the stage. I thought he would be resurrected, but it didn't happen at all."

Han Zhiyu gritted her teeth when she spoke: "And when you wrote it, you described it so eeriely, it's clearly a horror story."

(End of this chapter)