My Empress is My Bad Girl

With the appearance of the emperor running away, even Bao Xing couldn't help laughing.

He laughed for a while, and saw Mother Qi look at him, hurriedly converging her face and standing straight. Then he put the cotton ball in his ear tightly.

Mother Qi shook her head and muttered to herself: "The minions today are getting worse and worse."

After speaking, she took two small pieces of cloth from the sewing basket, kneaded them into a ball, and stuffed them into her ears. She looked at the bedroom where King Qin was a little sorry, and then proceeded to bask in the sun and do needlework with peace of mind.

Therefore, in this world, only the man lying on the bed was forced to accept Yun Dai's piano sound.

After playing a piece of music intermittently, Yun Dai retracted her hand and boasted: "It's really good."

It's a pity that there is no audience and no applause.

Yun Dai suddenly understood those artists who like the stage and cannot do without the stage.

How lonely it feels when I have something that I am proud of, but cannot be appreciated by everyone.

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Bao Xing stood by the door, and from the corner of his eyes saw the empress Empress stood up, she could not help but quietly relieved, took the cotton ball out of her ears, and then ran in eagerly, saying: "The empress is resting, the slave moves the piano away. "

Yun Dai took a sip of her tea cup and looked inside through the screen.

The screen is made of jade, and you can only vaguely see the situation inside.

She drank tea for a while and asked Baoxing to refill the water.

After Bao Xing went out, she stood up and strolled around the room, and finally walked around the screen and came to King Qin's bed.

King Qin slept peacefully, his hair was scattered, and his long black hair was draped under him, making him look younger and gentler, who is usually cold and serious.

Yun Dai remembered that King Qin was six years older than Zhao Yuanjing. Now that Zhao Yuanjing is twenty-five, then King Qin is thirty-one.

Even Yan'er is seven years old.

Calculating the time, it is also the seventh year since she came here.

Yun Dai bent down and squatted by the bed, propped her chin, and looked at King Qin's face.

Smooth and white skin, long eyelashes, stiff nose, thin lip line.

He looks handsome from the front, and his profile is invincible.

It is clearly the mature version of Zhao Yuanjing.

Yun Dai stared blankly for a long time, and muttered to herself: "When did you wake up? Have you slept for half a year, haven't you slept enough? It's too wasteful for you to lie down like this."

"Did you know that after learning about Ji Wenyuan and Zhuang Yunshu's miscarriage, Jiuli ignited hatred of Da Zhou and raged in the northern part of the country, killing tens of thousands of people. It won't work without fighting."

"It won't work if you don't clean up the Jiuli tribe, but the war is not good either."

"what are you thinking?"

Yun Dai muttered to herself for a long time, and sighed as she watched the other party always sleep peacefully.

She thought of King Qin wearing a battle armor, sitting on horseback majestic appearance, and looking at the man lying on the bed quiet and gentle but somewhat pale, she felt very sad.

King Qin shouldn't be like this.

She hesitated, stretched out her finger, and carefully touched King Qin's cheek.

It's warm.

Nothing hurts anywhere, it's all well, why can't I wake up.

Even Ji Tangtang, the patriarch of Jiuli, could not help it.

Yundai thought for a while, took the jade pendant amulet from her purse, put it on him, and said, "This is the amulet you gave me, and I will give it to you again. I hope this amulet can protect you from waking up soon."