Chapter 45 How are you guys... progressing? ...

The brother and sister were in tears at this moment, and they were reluctant to part. The two of them were in another scene:

"Jiang Lingzhou, you are really capable. You dare to visit a brothel! My father is right. All men in the world are unfaithful." Song Ci grabbed Jiang Lingzhou's ears, her fingertips turned white, and her almond eyes were burning with anger.

"Why does my father-in-law scold himself when he gets cruel?" Jiang Lingzhou was pulled away by her, but he was not annoyed. Instead, he smiled and explained that he had to come to Chunju Pavilion to discuss matters with the third prince.

Seeing that this pair of happy enemies finally stopped for a moment, there were few people on the street, and they should say goodbye.

But Ye Wanwan didn't want to separate from them at all. It happened that Yun Ting finally found her mistress at this time: "Miss, it's almost midnight, it's time to go back home."

The girl had an idea and quickly thought of a good idea.

When the queen returned home, she was the only one who didn't see the maid, and she wore a veil to cover most of her face. She disappeared into the night and went straight to the bedroom. The three men in black took this scene seriously and immediately reported to the emperor.

"Your Majesty, after the Empress came out of Chunju Pavilion, she had a secret conversation with the envoy of Rong State, and then exchanged clothes with the maid. At this moment, the Empress is in the Rong State Inn."

Qi Youan's hand holding the pen paused slightly. When he raised his eyes, there was no wave in his eyes. He just said lightly: "I know. You can leave and protect her as usual."

"Yes." After the guards left, only the fragrance of ink remained in the imperial study. Song Zhixiao, who was copying the regulations, trembled with his wrist. He glanced at the emperor's expression and saw that the corner of his lips was actually holding a faint smile.

"Why did you stop writing, my dear minister? How can we be lazy when the national laws are strict?" The emperor's sharp warning made him tremble slightly and immediately continued to write hard. I don't know what happened today. Qi Youan suddenly asked him to copy the regulations five times. Now Song Zhixiao feels that his wrist is numb.

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At this time, the real queen was lying on the bed of the general's wife. Two beauties sat in the brocade tent, their black hair scattered like waterfalls, intertwined.

"What did you say! The guard beside you is the prince of Qi who was stranded in Rongguo, and the current emperor of Qi!" Song Ci couldn't believe what she heard and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Although she was in the boudoir, she also knew that the current emperor of Qi had experienced ups and downs, was brave and resourceful, and was a young and promising man. She didn't expect that the man had been in front of her.

"So he only has you in his harem. It seems that he has fallen deeply in love with you when he was in Rongguo." Song Ci's eyes were bright and he smiled: "The down-and-out prince was saved by a noble lady, and finally became the emperor but left the six harems empty. This story book dare not write like this."

It's true, but this "story book" was written by me. Ye Wanwan thought.

"I don't think you look forced. How are you guys...going?" Song Ci's eyes moved and glanced at her flat belly.

Ye Wanwan understood the hidden meaning in her words, and shyly covered her belly with the quilt, her cheeks flushed as she said, "There is no progress."

"Ah?"

Ye Wanwan grabbed the quilt in a tangled manner, and stammered, "He doesn't want to pay attention to me at all now."

After Ye Wanwan explained the whole story, Song Ci gently supported his chin with a round fan, and a light flashed in his eyes: "He doesn't want to pay attention to you at all, it's obvious that he is deeply in love with you and dare not cross the pond."

She continued, "Do you hate contact with him?"

Ye Wanwan shook her head.

"If he wants to fill the harem now, will you be unhappy?"

Ye Wanwan sighed, she didn't know.

"Then do you want him to stick to you like before, or ignore you like now?" Ye Wanwan obviously chose the former.

Song Ci looked at her with eyes that saw through everything, and it was obvious that the answer was about to come out. Ye Wanwan also cared about Qi Youan, but she didn't know it.

"But I don't know how to talk to Qi Youan." Ye Wanwan leaned on Song Ci's shoulder in embarrassment.

"This..." Song Ci was also asked, "Why not show some goodwill first and see his reaction."

Ye Wanwan nodded in agreement, and then changed the subject and asked: "Why are you only interrogating me? What's going on between you and Jiang Lingzhou? Tell the truth!"

"It's just my parents' order." Song Ci turned his back suddenly, but couldn't hide the blush on his neck.

"Really?" Ye Wanwan approached jokingly.

"Really." Song Ci said coquettishly.

"I don't believe it, tell the truth." Ye Wanwan scratched the girl, making her fall on the bed with itchy, smiling bitterly. It was quiet in the middle of the night, with only one room brightly lit and laughter. "

The third prince of Rong State, Rong Zhenyan, pays homage to Emperor Qi." Qi Youan sat in the center of the palace, with a piercing indifference in his eyes. Rong Zhenyan saluted according to the rules, but there was no humility in his eyes. Instead, there was a hint of provocation when he raised his eyes.

"The humble minister Ye Heng and the humble minister Jiang Lingzhou pay their respects to Emperor Qi." The two saluted in unison, but they were both shocked when they raised their heads.

This is not... There was shock in the eyes of the two.

Jiang Lingzhou remembered his wife's advice when he went out: "When you meet the Emperor of Qi, you must be calm." At first he didn't understand, but after seeing Qi Youan's true face, he understood the code.

"No need to be polite, please sit down." Qi Youan's tone was calm, showing the majesty of the emperor.

Ye Heng and Jiang Lingzhou looked at each other, with endless doubts in their hearts.

"Today I am fortunate to meet Emperor Qi. I wish our Qi and Rong countries friendship and mutual assistance, and create a prosperous and peaceful world together." As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to signal, and the attendant immediately presented a scroll of border fortress map, which was slowly unfolded, and the mountains, rivers and cities were all visible.

"These are the 36 important border passes of our country. From today on, Qi Kingdom merchants and travelers can avoid the trouble of writing documents." Rong Zhenyan smiled and looked at the emperor on the dragon throne, his tone was gentle, "I wonder if Qi Kingdom is willing to treat us with sincerity?"

Qi Youan lowered his eyes, tapped the armrest of the dragon throne with his slender fingers, his expression was hard to tell. He nodded slightly, and the eunuch Li Sheng beside him immediately presented the map of Qi Kingdom's border. The two countries' territories are connected, and they have been exchanging what they have from now on, which means that the intersection between the two countries is closer.

"It's strange to say, the dragon and phoenix appearance of Emperor Qi reminds me of an old friend." Rong Zhenyan's tone was humble, but with a frivolous meaning. When these words came out, the two people beside him took a breath of cold air.

Qi Youan slowly raised his eyes, and his eyes were as cold as ice. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if smiling: "What a coincidence, I also feel that the third prince looks familiar, what do you think, Li Sheng?"

"Your Majesty, I remembered the little apprentice beside me..."

"How dare you insult the prince of Rong State, go and punish yourself with twenty strokes of the cane." Qi Youan interrupted the words of the person next to him, but it was obviously a collusion between the master and the servant.

Rong Zhenyan's smile did not diminish, but his five fingers in his sleeves were clenched white. He sneered inwardly: He is just a dog that escaped by chance. After putting on the dragon robe,

he really thinks he is the real dragon emperor? Rong Zhenyan regretted it very much. He didn't expect that the spy he found casually turned out to be the prince of Qi State. He really let the tiger go back to the mountain. Qi Youan never gave him any information as agreed. He was really cunning.

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As dusk fell, Qi Youan stepped into the mansion. The black dragon robe swept across the bluestone steps, bringing a gust of cold wind.

He thought Ye Wanwan was still in the inn, so he asked the guards about her whereabouts. However, the guards said that the queen had already returned home and had gone to the study this morning. Because His Majesty had ordered that the queen could move freely in the mansion, they did not stop her.

Study? Qi Youan raised his eyebrows slightly. His Wanwan never liked to read, why did she go to the study?

Qi Youan returned to the study with doubts. On the table, a plate of crooked pear blossom paste lay quietly. The icing sugar melted and stuck to the porcelain plate stickyly. It was obvious that it was the work of a novice.

Qi Youan stared at the plate of dessert steadily, and his cold eyebrows gradually softened. He walked forward slowly, picked up a piece with his fingertips, and put it in his mouth.

Sweet but not greasy, with a refreshing pear fragrance.

Is this her way of trying to please herself?

Qi You's suppressed emotions in the past few days were all dissolved by this sweet pear blossom paste. He got up and walked towards the queen's bedroom, but was told by the guards that the queen had gone out for a stroll not long ago. Qi Youan's emotions, which had been ignited with great difficulty, were forcibly suppressed again.

Ye Wanwan was restless, worried that Qi Youan would be even more furious when he saw the shapeless pear blossom paste she made by herself, so she simply ran away. Even if he was angry, he would probably be relieved by the time she came back.

While hesitating, a gentle voice sounded behind her: "Miss Ye, how are you?"

Ye Wanwan turned around and saw Rong Zhenyan standing upright. "Maybe... I should call you the Queen." He was still as elegant as he was back then, but there was a little more calculation between his eyebrows.

"The third prince is so elegant that we met here by chance." The girl replied calmly, knowing that their meeting was by no means accidental.

"Could you trouble the Queen to move to a nearby teahouse to continue?"

Ye Wanwan was curious about what the person in front of her was going to do. So she readily agreed.

The teahouse was filled with melodious music and many spectators. The building was cylindrical, with a tea table in the center of the first floor, on which a storyteller was telling a new story vividly.

In the teahouse, the storyteller tapped the wooden stick and said, "Today I will tell you a story called 'The Yellow Millet Girl's Smart Fight with the Thief'. It is said that the girl went to the party alone to save her husband."

In the elegant seat on the second floor, Ye Wanwan sipped her tea and glanced at the crowd downstairs.

The girl looked down at the audience and the storyteller below and sipped her tea. What surprised her was that Rong Zhenyan actually sat with her in public, not worrying about Qi Guo's spy, but this was probably his purpose.

"It's been more than a year since we last met, and Miss Ye is still so bright and beautiful. If there hadn't been that incident back then, you and I might have been a loving couple now."

Love your sister, Ye Wanwan thought.

"The third prince asked me to come here just to listen to the opera, drink tea and reminisce about the past, right?" She asked bluntly.

Rong Zhenyan smiled. He looked like a warm jade, and his smile was like a spring breeze, but there was a sharp blade behind this gentleness.

"Miss Ye is better now. She is less naive and more mature. How is she doing in Qi Kingdom?"

"I am fine."

"Yes, from a small legitimate daughter to a queen with thousands of phoenixes, it is natural that you are living a good life. But Miss Ye is far away in a foreign country. Do you know how your father and mother are doing?" Rong Zhenyan slowly handed a cup of tea to the person opposite, his tone was gentle but cold.

Hearing this, Ye Wanwan's fingers holding the teacup tightened. Rong Zhenyan was threatening her with her parents' lives. But her father is the prime minister of a country after all. No matter how powerful he is, how can he be easily moved.