Her cheeks were already as red as flowers even before they were put on makeup. Her fingers faced each other and her eyes were lowered. For a long time, she reached out and patted Mr. Xiang’s arm: "Oh! Such words will never leave your heart.

Well, I’m so embarrassed to say it.”

Yan Junqing obviously didn't expect Her Majesty the Empress to do this. His phoenix eyes were filled with purple light, his cherry-colored thin lips twitched, and his fingers twitched. Hehe, I'm sorry, the already somewhat eyebrow-raising look was gone.

It's back to the way it was before, even more complicated.

Compared with Mr. Xiang's look of being struck by lightning, Ye Jiangxue was about to come more naturally. Her fox eyes narrowed and the corners of her lips turned up: "But I just like you to say it!" Ye Jiangxue said

Xue's eyes were full of cunning, and Yan Junqing took them all in, and he continued to calm down his mood.

——The first rule of getting along with Her Majesty the Empress is, never take it seriously!

Ye Jiangxue looked at the Prime Minister with satisfaction as he looked like his head was spinning. If he had known, the Prime Minister with this look could be said to be the national treasure panda, the iron tree blooming, and it could be said to be a rare sight in a thousand years!

After a while, Ye Jiangxue had a pair of scissors in her hand. Without waiting for Yan Junqing to stop her, she cut off the bunch of hair that the two of them were entangled with and held it in her hand. She looked at it with a look of satisfaction on her face.

Nafa happily said: "Jun Qing, let me make you a purse. How about putting our hair in it?"

Yan Junqing's words: Your Majesty must not do it. Your parents are responsible for your body and skin. Before he could say it, he swallowed it and turned it into one word: "Okay."

Ye Jiangxue happily put away the things and carefully wrapped them in a silk brocade handkerchief, feeling happy in her heart.

"Jiangxue can make purses?" Yan Junqing couldn't be blamed for this. It was just that Ye Jiangxue had no attributes that a woman should have, which made him extremely suspicious, and he accidentally said what was in his heart.

Ye Jiangxue was unhappy. She raised her brows, her face was full of anger, her mouth was bulging, and she angrily poked Yan Junqing's chest with her fingers: "Even if I can't lift it with my hands or carry it on my shoulders, I still hold half of the country in my hands and shoulder my shoulders."

People of the Southern Jin Dynasty, even if this female worker doesn’t know how to do it, I can still make a purse!”

——Your Majesty the Empress, these are completely different things, okay?! How can such nonsense be compared? What’s more! Half of the country in the Southern Jin Dynasty and most of the people in the Southern Jin Dynasty are prime ministers.

Master, please do your best! There is also a small part of Yan Nian’s fault!

In fact, Ye Jiangxue was not sure whether this purse would really be like a purse or whether it would end up like a sandbag. She didn't know. Some things will only be known after they are done.

Compared with the warmth and happiness here, let us move forward in time. The miserable Sang Qiqi woke up at dawn.

After Sang Qiqi went through the stormy and painful baptism last night, Li Jing'er suddenly appeared and was very kind to him, reminding him of his sister inadvertently. However, all this made Sang Qiqi extremely confused, and his mind was numb.

I didn't fall asleep until early in the morning.

Just when Sang Qiqi was drowsy, the sound of opening the door came in. "Squeak..." Her door was opened by someone, and the man walked in. The sound of footsteps gradually became clearer, and Sang Qiqi immediately woke up.
Chapter completed!