Yuan Liyue pinched her eyebrows in pain, why did she mention this?

It's really deadly, I don't know if Luo Liufeng knows this...

She was worried that after her sister got married, she would find an opportunity to go back to the princess's mansion to stay for two days, and then let them go!

Looking at her entangled look, Yuan Xiaoming raised his eyebrows proudly: "What? Now I remember what he had done before?"

Yuan Liyue couldn't help but straighten her body, covered Yuan Xiaoming's mouth, her eyes pleaded, her voice was soft, and she deliberately stretched it out, as if it was sweet honey.

Yuan Xiaoming's eyes were filled with a smile, and he just looked at her.

"Sister, stop talking, I will deal with those people... Let's talk about something else. You see, you're going to get married tomorrow, why are you not nervous at all?"

Yuan Xiaoming took her ruthless hand and said disapprovingly: "What am I nervous? I am the emperor of Tianyuan Kingdom. If I marry Fengjun, I will be nervous? Then do I have to save face if I spread it?"

Yuan Liyue murmured in a low voice: "If you are not nervous, what about Zuo Yu? Is your Highness Fengjun not nervous? He finally married you, and there are so many cumbersome processes waiting for him tomorrow. Don't you know that you feel sorry for others?"

Yuan Xiaoming was stunned by Yuan Liyue's words, and Zuo Yu looked at him with a little shyness but still smiling.

There seemed to be thousands of spring water in his eyes, which was rippling for himself alone.

Yuan Xiaoming's heart moved, he calmed down and looked at Yuan Liyue, hesitating a little, "Will he be very nervous?"

Seeing that her expression was not completely indifferent, Yuan Liyue quickly continued to work hard and said, "Of course! How can we play with the big marriage? Who is not nervous? Besides, he is Fengjun, who you personally conferred by your sister, and you will accept the attention of the entire imperial capital tomorrow, and you will not dare to make mistakes. And as an empress, even if you are wrong, no one dares to say anything. He is different."

Yuan Xiaoming had never thought about this. Now that he was exposed by Yuan Liyue, she felt very reasonable. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she should do something.

She sat up straight and pondered for a moment, suddenly stood up, shook her sleeves and said, "Yue'er is right. I'll go see Zuo Yu. You have a break early and you have a lot of things tomorrow."

Yuan Liyue looked at her hurried back and curled her lips, "I know~ you go quickly! Maybe they are waiting for you."

Yuan Xiaoming paused and then left without looking back, but the speed seemed to be faster.

When Yuan Xiaoming walked away, Yuan Liyue rubbed her face and murmured: "It's another day without any danger. National Master... Feng Lan..."

She narrowed her eyes, thinking about what excuses to see him?

...

When Yuan Xiaoming came out of Wuning Palace here, the sunset outside was setting, and the afterglow of the sunset was like a gorgeous flower, spreading casually in the sky.

She stood on the steps and glanced at it. Su Ling followed and asked in a low voice: "Does Your Majesty want to go back?"

Yuan Xiaoming shook his head: "Go to Qinse Palace."

Su Ling was stunned, then reacted and shouted to everyone behind her: "Caring the Qiense Palace--"

Zuo Yu was sitting at the table blankly, looking at Feng Jun's court uniform and Feng Jun's wedding uniform on the mahogany tray, not knowing what he was thinking.

The candlelight in the hall had already lit up. I don’t know who opened the door. A breeze blew across the room, and the candlelight swayed, recalling Zuo Yu’s mind.
Chapter completed!