✨ Prime Minister, send the throne 31 ✨

Only one candle on the table was lit in the room.

The candlelight reflected in the middle of the two of them, shaking slowly.

The sleeve on Su Yan's hand was violently torn open by Ling Qingxuan. She spread the medicine and was handling the last step.

"Who is the offender, do you have any clues?"

Su Yan's eyes flashed for a moment, "Yan Shan."

Ling Qingxuan's hands didn't stop, "It's not him, think again."

How come the little guy can't get along with that Hanhan all the time.

Su Yan withdrew his arm, and his tone was a little sharp, "Didn't your majesty say that you want to marry a minister and only believe in a minister? Why do you believe in Yan Shan more?"

Ling Qingxuan looked at him and blinked, "Okay, it's Yan Shan."

She compromised so quickly, it seemed that Su Yan was just a man who liked to play petty.

Su Yan pursed his lips and snorted coldly.

Aya Qingxuan pulled his hand over again and tied a bow.

Men are so hard to coax.

"I found the person who gave you the medicine. I have already dealt with it. I have been resting in the house for the past few days, so I don't have to go to court."

Su Yan's eyes were flat, "I will not go to court now, it is Your Majesty's decision."

Ling Qingxuan couldn't hold back and pinched his tense face.

"His Majesty!"

"Su Yan, I saved you, no thanks?"

Su Yan pursed his lips and said nothing.

The other party not only helped him, but also taught him a lesson.

As a grand person, Su Yan asked in a low voice, "What thank you?"

"Smile?"

Su Yan was ready for her teasing requests, such as kissing and hugging, but the result was just this.

He smiled unconsciously, and instantly subsided.

"Okay, Your Majesty will return to the palace if there is nothing to do."

This smile didn't last for half a second, and Ling Qingxuan was not satisfied.

"No, I made a special trip to see you."

"Su Yan, I want to see you."

Su Yan's heart became a mess, his eyes were erratic, and his voice was so soft that he couldn't hear it clearly, "I haven't seen it before in the morning."

After Ling Qingxuan finished speaking, she took his hand and shook it, "If you really don't like me, you can drive me away."

The atmosphere between the two was subtle, but Su Ze's voice came from outside, "Uncle, have you healed your wound?"

Feeling guilty, Su Yan immediately pulled out his hand.

When Su Ze entered the room, what he saw was that Su Yan had a very serious face, and Ling Qingxuan's eyes were light, very comfortable.

With doubts in his heart, he sat directly on the table.

The butler was standing beside him with sweat on his forehead.

This majesty was the fiancee of the young master before, and she was stuffed into the adult's room by her.

Thinking about it, it's very Shura field.

Su Ze greeted Su Yan coldly, only to realize that Ling Qingxuan glanced at him.

He shrank his neck in a hurry.

There should be no marks on the neck, it's all to blame for that reckless man!

When he went out these few days, he actually found that someone seemed to be loitering around the Prime Minister's Mansion, but he just sneaked out, so he didn't dare to say it.

Unexpectedly, this omission caused the Fuzhong to not fortify in advance.

Therefore, Su Yan was injured, and he had a great responsibility.

"I'm sorry, little uncle." He bowed his head and apologized.

Seeing that the two had completely ignored her, Ling Qingxuan was not in a hurry. After waiting for a while, she said, "Speaking of which, General Yan has been back for some time. Does the Prime Minister have any advice on his marriage?"

As soon as this topic was thrown, both of them looked uncomfortable.

Su Ze digs the table anxiously, "General Yan wants to get married?"

"Yes, I want to marry me." Ling Qingxuan's expression was as usual.

Su Ze exerted force and hissed in pain.

"Ze'er?" Su Yan hurriedly checked his hand.

Su Ze didn't dare to raise his eyes, so he obediently asked Su Yan to rub it for him.

Ling Qingxuan stretched out her hand, "I just got a little cramp with the sword, I don't know if it hurts."

So Su Yan grabbed her hand without thinking.

Cold, smooth, and soft.

Su Yan froze for a moment, and couldn't help but look at Su Ze.

Unexpectedly, Su Ze just bowed his head, with a gloomy face, he retired and walked out.

The butler quickly followed.

Su Yan hurriedly let go of her hand, but was held back, "Su Yan, didn't you find something wrong with Su Ze?"

Su Yan's hands were warm, dry, with thin calluses, not slippery to the touch, but very comfortable.

Aya Qingxuan squeezed.

Su Yan frowned, something was wrong, but...

He shook off Aya Qingxuan's hand.

This guy is really not right!

"Su Yan, your hand is hurt." Ling Qingxuan shook her hand, she was thinking about whether to use her hand first.

【Host! calm down! 】

Su Yan endured, but she helped.

"Where does it hurt?"

"You just knead it."

Su Yan wanted to throw it away again.

He rubbed it perfunctorily, and the man said again, "I'm hungry."

Suyan presses the temple.

Is the food in the palace harsh?

Just when it was time for dinner, Su Yan had no appetite.

"I'll ask the housekeeper to prepare some dishes, you can go and eat with Su Ze."

Unknowingly, Su Yan's name was misdirected by Ling Qingxuan, and it was useless as a monarch and minister.

"What about you?" The little girl looked at him with star-filled eyes.

The matter of the men in black still needs to be dealt with, Su Yan explained that he did not stay where he went.

It's just that he said before leaving that it was getting late, and Ling Qingxuan didn't want to go back to the palace and could stay in the mansion's guest room temporarily.

[Host, this is simply a qualitative leap, the villain is staying with you. 】

He can sleep on the roof without leaving his seat.

[…] Cough, don’t you feel a little miserable?

Su Yan was not around, and Ling Qingxuan followed the housekeeper to eat.

But she was the only one at the dinner table.

"Where's Su Ze?" she asked.

The housekeeper hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Young master is not hungry, and rested early."

Ling Qingxuan picked up his chopsticks and pointed, "Really, the mansion has an assassin today, and he can still sleep."

The housekeeper hesitated, but Ling Qingxuan didn't say anything.

After she finished eating, the people in the palace brought news, and Lan Shijun made a decision.

He is willing to go back.

Aya Qingxuan took a sip of tea.

Wouldn't it be nice if it was so good earlier.

It's windy outside, and it looks like it's going to rain again tonight.

"When will Su Yan be back?"

"It seems that your lord has gone to the official department."

Ling Qingxuan frowned slightly, but he didn't look at it for a while, and he ran to find another woman again.

[Host, look at the weather today is not good, what if there is a thunderstorm, the villain will get into the arms of other women! 】zz has a worried tone.

Who he drills, who this seat cuts.

【…】

Ling Qingxuan went to the stable to lead the horse with an indifferent expression.

"Your Majesty, who are you?" The butler looked puzzled.

Ling Qingxuan stood up handsomely, "Go and pick up your lord."

The housekeeper looked at the sky and was vaguely worried, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

She could see clearly the look in the eyes of the officials looking at the adults.

Although she hoped that the adults would get married sooner, but she also wanted to marry a good person, and there were a lot of people serving the king, and it was strange that they were good people.

She couldn't help but said, "Your Majesty, do you like adults?"

Ling Qingxuan's action on the horse's stomach stopped, knowing that the housekeeper was not malicious, and said seriously: "I want to marry him."

She added, "He can also marry me."

"What..." The butler was stunned.

This is Her Majesty the Supreme Queen, she is willing to be married?

Ling Qingxuan didn't speak any more, and rode his horse out of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The butler was left alone in a daze.

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✨ Prime Minister, send the throne 32 ✨

General's House.

A slender figure wearing a black cloak entered through the small door.

The people who were waiting for the reception did not ask or look, but led the way.

This has been the daily routine for the past half month, and this young man will come every few days.

He was sneaking before, but the general ordered him to leave a small door directly for him.

"The general is still in the hall, my son, please."

The servant took him into the room and closed the door.

The house was lit with a faint incense.

I don't know if I'm reminding him, or just purifying the air.

The cloak was taken off, revealing Su Ze's beautiful and handsome face, but this face was full of anger, and it was a little red because of the rush.

He sat on the bed familiarly, looking at the neatly stacked quilt, depressed in his heart, and threw the quilt on the ground.

After a while, Yan Shan came in, and he smelled a bit of alcohol.

He doesn't like drinking tea, and he always carries a small jug with him. When he is thirsty, he sips it. This is also a small habit after going to the battlefield.

Seeing the person on the bed, Yan Shan has some unknown meaning in his eyes, and then looking at the quilt on the ground, he asks, "The Prime Minister's Mansion was assassinated, are you alright?"

He moved the stool and sat down a little away from Su Ze.

Su Ze said angrily: "The news is well-informed. Why don't you help when something goes wrong."

Yan Shan said casually, "Su Yan and I are mortal enemies, how could I help him."

Su Ze didn't like his attitude, remembering what Ling Qingxuan said, he said angrily: "What about me, what is your relationship with me?"

Ever since he was teased back that day, he wanted to take revenge on Yan Shan, but he was tossed a few times, but fell into it instead.

Repeated several times, they fell into a shady relationship.

Yan Shan touched the jug hanging on his waist and said nothing.

What's the matter, he doesn't know.

When he learned that he was Su Yan's nephew, Yan Shan regretted his actions. After all, he was at odds with Su Yan, and he didn't want to have anything to do with the Su family.

But he was confused, and it was done. Every time Su Ze came to him, after arguing and fighting, he rolled onto the bed again.

It's just like flirting with a couple, the head of the bed fights at the end of the bed.

couple?

Yan Shan couldn't help but want to move the stool again.

Su Ze walked up to him with anger, and didn't speak. After a long while, he said with red eyes: "Do you think of me as a tool to take revenge on my little uncle, your plaything, when you get tired of playing, you can marry you? Your Majesty!"

Yan Shan was stunned, seeing how he wanted to cry or not, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"no."

"Why not! Your Majesty has already discussed your marriage, so why don't you want to marry His Majesty?"

"Yan Shan, as long as I'm here, you don't want to marry His Majesty. You ruined me, and I won't make it easier for you!"

Tears fell from the red eyes, Su Ze turned around and picked up the cloak and walked out.

As soon as Yan Shan grabbed his wrist, his stern brows furrowed, "What do you want to do?"

Su Ze sneered while crying, "Poke our business out and say you are persecuting me."

Yan Shan said patiently, "Don't be impulsive."

Su Ze shook his hand, "Let go! As soon as this happens, I don't believe you can still be a general!"

Yan Shan directly carried him and threw him onto the bed, holding down his waving hand.

"Why, are you afraid?" Su Ze stared at him.

Yan Shan has a headache, "Su Ze, are you stupid? If you say it, it will be bad for your reputation."

"I've been teased by you, what kind of reputation do I have." Su Ze cried out, "I can't marry Your Majesty, and I can't marry anyone, it's all your fault, it's all your fault!"

He opened his mouth and bit Yan Shan's arm, so hard that blood oozes out.

Yan Shan's brows are getting tighter and tighter, and her expression is also serious, as if she is thinking about something.

"Anyway, I can't beat you. Kill me. If you don't kill me, I'll sue you and commit suicide."

Su Ze gritted his teeth and cried even more fiercely.

Yan Shan suddenly sighed, and reached out and rubbed his head.

"Everyone said don't be impulsive, calm down, why can't you marry someone, just marry me."

Su Ze's cry was delayed for a while, then he was stunned and looked at him with tears in his eyes, "What did you say?"

Yan Shan sighed again. He really sighed for the rest of his life, "I haven't answered your question yet, what is our relationship?"

"I have always treated His Majesty as a younger sister, and I have never had any unreasonable thoughts. She asked me about the marriage before, and I said wait for me to think about it."

"What I'm thinking is..." His light wheat-colored skin was slightly ruddy, "Why did you first promise to marry me, and then go to His Majesty to confer marriage."

"Why are you wronged, I have treated you like that, and I will definitely be responsible for you."

Su Ze blinked, and a few more tears rolled down.

He listened to Yan Shan's words, and said in a muffled voice, "Just in charge?"

"Also." Yan Shan let go of his hand and leaned over to touch his forehead.

Some embarrassed: "I still like you, I like to bully you, and watch you cry."

"What's wrong!" Su Ze sniffed.

Yan Shan said: "Didn't you come to ask this on your own initiative? I want to wait for a while before I figure it out and discuss it with you."

"Do you still want to?"

Yan Shan shook him, "Think about it, then my young master Su, would you like to marry me?"

Su Ze puffed out his cheeks, "I won't be deceived by you. You definitely want to coax me and prevent me from suing."

Yan Shan started to sigh again and decided to cover his mouth first.

"Then you first look at my performance, and then decide whether to agree or not."

Su Ze frowned, "What performance?"

Yan Shan untied the curtain of the bed and said in a low voice, "I will wait for your performance."

Su Ze: ...dog man!

...

When Ling Qingxuan arrived at the Shangshu Mansion, the horizon was completely gloomy, and the drizzle was swaying.

Lightning flashed occasionally, but no thunder.

She looked at the closed door, a little strange, it shouldn't be time to rest now.

Inside the mansion, the assassins had finished their interrogation. After several rounds of torture, they said that Yan Shan was behind the scenes.

In this way, Su Yan understood that it was even less likely that it was Yan Shan.

"Su Yan, your house is not safe, why don't I send some people to protect it?"

The Minister of Officials wanted to keep him for dinner, but he refused several times, and was ready to go back after drinking the tea.

"No." Su Yan sat below, looking at the sky outside from time to time, as if he didn't want to keep it.

The Minister of Officials was slightly injured, "Su Yan, can we still get along as before, right?"

She didn't know how many times she had apologized to Su Yan.

But Su Yan's attitude, if it was peaceful before, is now alienation.

Keep the distance between the subjects just right.

"There is no change between us." Su Yan put down the teacup and got up, "Shangshu, this official is going back to the mansion first."

The Minister of Officials gritted his teeth and said, "I will send you."

The door of the house opened, and Su Yan saw the little girl kicking stones with her back to them in the corner.

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✨ Prime Minister, send the throne 33 ✨

Su Yan involuntarily turned around and said, "Master Shang Shu doesn't need to send it, please come back."

Already at the gate of the mansion, the Minister of Officials did not step out.

Her eyes were full of silence, and she gave him the umbrella brought by the servant, "Be careful."

"thanks."

When the gate of the mansion was closed, Su Yan passed by the carriage at the door, and held his umbrella behind Ling Qingxuan.

"What are you doing here?"

The little girl turned around, her white clothes were stained with a lot of rain marks, and her hair was slightly wet.

Her face was cold and she pointed at Tiandao: "I think there may be thunder, so I will pick you up."

In an instant, there was a thunderclap in the sky, the umbrella fell to the ground, and Su Yan slammed into Ling Qingxuan.

Ling Qingxuan leaned back against the wall and coughed in a muffled voice.

It's better to come early than coincidence.

The man hugged her tightly, his hot chest heaving.

Ling Qingxuan couldn't see his expression, and patted his back lightly.

Another thunder, Su Yan's body trembled slightly.

I don't know if it was Lei's effect, or something was changing quietly. Su Yan was very dependent on her at the moment, and his arm didn't consciously exert any force.

"... Linger." He whispered the name in her ear.

"You were so good when the thunder struck." Ling Qingxuan hugged him, glanced at the umbrella taken out from the Shangshu Mansion, passed by without looking sideways, and took Su Yan to the carriage.

The person waiting was Su Yan's subordinate. Since he knew Ling Qingxuan, he didn't say anything and took the reins to send them back.

The space in the carriage was small, so it was a little warmer. Ling Qingxuan took out the handkerchief and wiped the water droplets from his face.

Su Yan squinted slightly and leaned on her shoulder, looking very comfortable.

Ling Qingxuan was playing with his hand, but he took the initiative to clasp her fingers.

The tighter the better, it seems that the only way to drive away his anxiety.

Therefore, after Ling Qingxuan suffered from back pain, her hand also hurt.

What else can I do, I can only get used to it.

Arriving at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Ling Qingxuan ordered to prepare hot water and **** soup for one person.

Seeing that his adults were very dependent, the housekeeper coughed twice and immediately went to prepare.

The man's body is fragile, but he is easily ill. After Ling Qingxuan brought Su Yan into the room, he took off his coat and threw him on the bed.

The thunder boomed, and he tightly grasped Ling Qingxuan's wrist.

Ling Qingxuan looked down at her wrist, which started to turn red, and found that Su Yan's condition seemed to be better this time.

He just stared at Ling Qingxuan in a daze, without showing any special fear or panic.

"Weir?"

"Aya."

"Weir."

"Aya."

"..."

【Host, what are you doing? 】

Practice nicknames.

[…] It is a crime to abuse pigs.