The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

She frowned and rubbed her face, but there was a red mark on her face.

She could not help but laugh. "What are you daydreaming about? If you don't let me go, give me the white silk or poison wine and just kill me directly. It saves me from staying here every day like a caged bird. There's no meaning at all."

Ji Wenyuan's frown deepened. "What do you mean dead or alive? It's bad luck!"

"Then do you want to take me out?" Xia Ling looked at him.

She knew him. This man was good to her, but in the end, he was a thoughtful and cultured beast.

If he didn't let her out, he was still afraid that his political power would be unstable. If she went out, she would run into a few old subordinates who would support her to ascend to the throne. Then, his position as the emperor would be unstable.

However, he had been in control of the court for more than a month now, and the political situation had long been stable.

If he still didn't let her out, she would bite him!

His deep gaze landed on Xia Ling's face.

Ji Wenyuan: "Okay."

*

If it wasn't for his last glance, Xia Ling felt that she would still be quite happy.

Ji Wenyuan was now the emperor, and he was also a good emperor.

It was different from when she was the empress. A good emperor worked hard to rule, so he would definitely think more and plan more.

Therefore, Xia Ling observed a moment of silence for those who wanted to use her name to overthrow the new government again.

She hoped that these people didn't have blind eyes and wanted to meet up with her when she left the palace.

Ji Wenyuan must have planned it all out.

*

Regardless of whether those people with evil intentions would come to the fire or not.

Xia Ling was really happy to be able to go out and play.

Ji Wenyuan sent someone to bring over a green robe and changed into it with the help of the palace maids.

His long hair was tied into a bun and was tied into a jade crown.

He wore the man's black cloud-climbing boots.

Just like that, a handsome and elegant young master appeared in front of Ji Wenyuan.

"Ji Ai Qing, do I look good dressed like this?"

Xia Ling went to tease Ji Wenyuan with a discount fan.

It was still a black robe, but Ji Wenyuan's calm demeanor was extraordinary and no one dared to offend him.

The palace maids beside him lowered their heads, not daring to look at this scene.

Ji Wenyuan looked at the beautiful man in front of him. His well-defined hand held the folding fan and lightly waved it away.

"Not bad."

Not bad? Xia Ling raised her eyebrows.

Her phoenix-like eyes seemed to have been shattered by flowing gold. Her gaze was flowing, thirty percent beautiful and seventy percent charming. She was extremely seductive.

She went up to Ji Wenyuan and gently pinched his chin, continuing to be frivolous.

"Whose young boy is this? He's actually so extraordinary. Isn't he moved by my looks? He's so disobedient to me. Someone, bring him back and let me teach him a good lesson!"

Her pleasant tone was a little hoarse, but her tone was long.

This half-smile made it impossible to tell whether she was sincere or not.

Looking at her in front of him, Ji Wenyuan thought of her sitting on the throne and smiling as she called him "Ji Ai Qing."

"Really?" Looking at her, Ji Wenyuan held her hand.

Wrapping her delicate hand in his palm, his deep eyes were a little dark.

Seeing him like this, Xia Ling immediately became alert.

The palace maids at the side were tactful and had long left. There were only two people left in the palace, and it looked like thunder was going to stir up the earth.

Seeing Ji Wenyuan's burning gaze, Xia Ling immediately distanced herself from him.

"It's getting late. If we don't leave the palace now, we won't be able to see any more excitement!"

Ji Wenyuan's phoenix-like eyes flickered slightly, and he was somewhat annoyed.