The female devil drooled and looked at Yan Junqing, thinking in her heart, when did he use the beauty trap so well? At this time, if he was forced to eat him dry, would he also nod and say yes?

"Your Majesty..." Yan Junqing looked at Ye Jiangxue, who looked at him with a lewd expression, with a smile, and whispered softly.

Ye Jiangxue came back to her senses, puzzled.

Qing Ya? He is a man who looks exactly like Jun Qing, right?

Well, it’s called Qingya, right? It’s such a vulgar name (Liu’s mother: How elegant have you become!!)

Seeing Ye Jiangxue's doubts, Yan Junqing continued to say gently and considerately: "Qingya is my twin brother. He passed away more than ten years ago. It was Hua Qianmo who kept his body. Later, you all knew,

Where is he now?"

"Ah, I buried him in the back mountain!" Ye Jiangxue was very frank, her clear and bright eyes twinkling.

"..." Yan Junqing lowered his eyes and was speechless. It seemed that he overestimated the fox's IQ.

Of course he knew that he was buried in the back mountain. The back mountain of the Imperial Palace was so big, could he be asked to dig piece by piece with a shovel?

"Your Majesty, can you tell me the specific location? I want to see him." Yan Junqing said softly with a clear and melodious voice as elegant as the bamboos. Her purple eyes were filled with gentleness.

Ahhhh! Junqing is so handsome, no, what is the rhythm of a violent nosebleed?

The convulsions monster's eyes gleamed from the convulsions, and he wished he could pounce on Yan Junqing and eat him, but not now.

She wanted to touch Yan Junqing, and she wanted Yan Junqing to touch her, but - the person in front of her was not the complete Yan Junqing.

After a long while, she swallowed and continued to answer: "Back Mountain... the northwest side of Back Mountain."

West...northwest...so...what a precise location! Your Majesty, do you dare to tell me that on the northwest side of Houshan, where almost half of the Royal Guards of the Imperial City can be stationed, where is the burial place?

The smile on Yan Junqing's face stopped suddenly, and her eyes were filled with helplessness.

Now he not only doubts the little fox's IQ, he also doubts his own IQ!

Knowing that continuing to ask might not lead to results, Yan Junqing stopped talking and looked at the giggling little fox tenderly.

Suddenly, he leaned forward and kissed Ye Jiangxue gently on the brow.

The simple and elegant fragrance of bamboo and the luxurious luxury of peach blossoms are entangled together and last for a long time.

In the cradle carved from mahogany wood, the little bun Ye Luoming opened a pair of big purple eyes, staring closely at Ye Jiangxue and Yan Junqing, and suddenly chuckled, as if he was very happy.

"Your Majesty, I will come to see you later." Yan Junqing looked back and gently brushed a strand of long black hair beside Ye Jiangxue's ear, raising the corners of her mouth with a smile.

Ye Jiangxue looked at Yan Junqing's back and drooled until he disappeared around the corner of Chaohuang Palace.

Suddenly, Ye Jiangxue's smile faded, she was lying on the soft bed, her slender white wrists supported her little head, her red lips parted lightly, and she said calmly: "Shadow Guard."

Upon hearing the summons, a black-clothed shadow guard emerged from the dark corner of Chaohuang Palace. He knelt on his knees and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister went to the flower room where Hua Qianmo was imprisoned twice last night."

After hearing this, Ye Jiangxue's eyes suddenly turned dark. She raised her hand lightly, signaling for the shadow guard to retreat.
Chapter completed!